I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Baopao did not respond to the other party's words. She knew very well that even if they were both clones, the other party's status was much higher than hers.

[The Man of Darkness] is also the incarnation of that serious person, and he is just the clone of [Swollen Daughter] in a foreign land. In terms of seniority, he still has to call him Grandpa.

She didn't know why the other party appeared here. Of course, even if he appeared here, there would be no problem.

These incarnations of them are all about doing whatever they want.

Go wherever you want and do whatever you want.

When humans live in the world, their behaviors generally have an internal logic. No matter whether this logic is reasonable or not, and whether it can be accepted by the public, they don't need it.

However, [Swollen Daughter] and [Dark Man] are obviously not easy to deal with.

One always wants to backstab the main body, while the other prefers to make the world more lively.

Of course, if, just if, [Swollen Daughter] really succeeds in stabbing the main body in the back, then the fall of an outer god will lead to the dispersion of authority, and his power will be inherited by various incarnations. [The Man of Darkness] will naturally Being able to get a piece of the pie is a good thing.

But the problem is that the authority and power between these incarnations are almost the same. Since the incarnation can stab the main body in the back, why can't the avatar's clone do the same thing?

There will also be such disputes between the same incarnations. If [Swollen Daughter] solves [Dark Man], then the power inherited by [Dark Man] will be transferred to [Swollen Daughter].

Even if some of the Old Ones could reach a cooperative relationship unconsciously, they could not be companions in any case.

Therefore, Leopard here felt a sense of danger.

"You are unique."

The dark-skinned, handsome and tall boy looked at Leopard and said.

Leopard didn't answer, but thought about how to respond.

But the man had no intention of continuing to talk to Bao Bao. He turned around and prepared to leave the room.

"what are you up to?"

Leopard called out to the other party.

"I used to leave some things here, and recently I suddenly thought about it and came here to look around. I didn't expect that the things were broken. I was too lazy to repair them, but after coming, I have to leave something behind. .”

The dark-skinned man gave a rare reply, perhaps because the other party had some vague connection with himself.

"Are you going to destroy this place?"

Leopard immediately understood what the other party meant.

This man was like a child who finally found a toy he liked before, but found that the toy was dirty, so he simply smashed the toy and completely destroyed it to prevent others from getting their hands on it.

"Destroyed? You can also say that, but let me describe it, it should be sublimation."

the man replied.

"What if I say no?"

Not knowing where the idea came from, Bao Bao said directly.

The dark-skinned man looked at the beautiful girl in front of him strangely. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly felt relieved.

"sure."

He replied, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

Before Leopard could make any move, she lost her entire body, collapsed, dissolved, and turned into a puddle of flesh, which quickly evaporated, leaving no residue behind.

There is no confrontation, confrontation or game.

Just one glance and the dust has settled.

It was just a small clone, and the man didn't care. He walked out of the house and came to the street.

The damp wind blew, and many people had been contaminated. They fell to the ground, struggling in pain, and their wails intertwined into a symphony that made him intoxicated.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Someone struggled and grabbed the trouser leg of the only man standing, begging.

The man stopped, knelt down, looked at the man with pity, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his cheek, as if this behavior could soothe the pain and relieve the uneasiness.

The man's expression became soothed, he stopped moaning, and his movements became much easier.

The next moment, the man's mouth opened.

Just like turning a piece of clothing inside out from the collar, he stuck out his tongue and used it as a starting point. The tongue extended infinitely towards the outside of the mouth, and the whole person turned inside out, like a blooming vine in Warsaw. There were several pairs of them in the flesh and blood. Arthropods popped out, and a spider made of flesh and blood appeared on the ground.

There is a depressed human face on the spider's back, and countless tentacles are squirming, giving it a creepy and weird feeling.

"Look, there's no more pain."

The man smiled.

The spider's legs kept squirming, and it quickly crawled towards the other people who were struggling. Its head, the mouthpart composed of four tentacles, was inserted directly into the mouth of the same kind, and the things inside were dragged out with brute force. In the blink of an eye, Suddenly, another spider appeared in the city.

Screams of fear suddenly filled the streets, and those humans who could still move immediately fled, rolling and crawling, trying to get away from here.

The dark-skinned man looked very relaxed, walking in fear.

If it could be paired with some Bach or Beethoven symphonies at this time, it would probably highlight his calmness even more.

He didn't walk around like the villains in some movies saying words like "I am the beginning and the end." He just strolled around, but every step he took would mutate the surrounding humans into that huge Flesh spiders continue to spread and proliferate to other places in the city.

Before long, even before the heavy rain comes, this place will become a city of monsters.

Another corner of the city.

Hippocrates looked at the explorers of the academy in front of him.

"You should leave Utopia immediately and go as far as you want, and treat this place as a forbidden place and never come back."

he ordered.

Clearly, Utopia was about to encounter its greatest crisis in history, and Hippocrates believed that the city-state might not be able to survive this disaster.

Therefore, he asked all the young people in the academy to leave, at least to save their lives.

"What about you?"

asked Frostheart, an explorer who discovered the Promised Land and was appointed leader by Hippocrates to escape Utopia.

"I still have things I need to do."

Hippocrates replied.

"However, without the guidance of the saints, we may lose our direction."

Shuangxin said uneasily that saints have always been not only symbols of force, but also elders and leaders. These extraordinary people who live much longer than ordinary people have rich knowledge and foresight and can give guidance and advice.

As Shuang Xin said, their life span is short. If the saint does not exist, then they are likely to lose their way forward and fall into confusion, just like the guide who has been leading them has disappeared.

"Don't worry."

Hippocrates said.

"You just have to move forward, no matter what, life will always find a way."

He looked towards the approaching rainstorm.