I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

From a distance, in the torrential rain, he saw these "vegetative people" slumped like zombies, walking in shallow water. On the one hand, it was really difficult to walk on the sand soaked in rainwater, and there was a deep pit on each foot. On the one hand, these guys don't look very smart, and their movements are slightly slow.

However, their senses are rather sharp.

From a distance, they discovered the existence of Lu Jian.

Bone spurs full of fungi grew out of the hands of several people. Bone spurs and fascia formed bows and arrows, and the arrows with the spine as the core visited them.

Soon, they launched an attack in this slightly curious way.

The arrows made of spines flew towards Lu Lian, but before the arrows hit the ground, they all exploded, splitting into countless fragments and spores. Those fragments were far more terrifying than the storm. The dozens of meters of sand around the area were baptized by debris, causing water to splash in all directions.

The spores covered that area, and the high concentration of germs even began to pollute the water. The raindrops that fell on the ground were as sticky as glue, forming a quagmire around Lu Lian, restricting his movements.

Naturally, Lu Jian could not survive the attack of these fragments.

His body was riddled with holes, without a piece of intact skin. In the wound, countless germs began to multiply and grow wildly, tearing his flesh and blood.

Lu Yi simply melted and turned into a puddle of meat, submerged in the water.

In the smelly rain, Lu Jian could sense the large number of bacteria here.

I'm afraid that if this rain comes to Utopia, it will turn the entire city into "vegetatives" in a short period of time, and after a long time, the entire wasteland will only be left with this heavily polluted zombie.

He divided himself into dozens of pieces and wandered in the water, looking for traces of the possible God's Chosen One.

Soon, Lu Jian found a strange-looking guy swimming in the deep sea.

That thing looks like an octopus, but its head is full of eyes, shrouded in a transparent helmet, like an astronaut.

His tentacles roamed in the water, looking very comfortable.

However, when Lu Jian approached, the other party immediately noticed the existence of the intruder, and several eyes looked over.

"Ok?"

Ulu Kruk thought it was amazing.

He originally thought it was a reckless human in the wasteland, but now it seems that this guy is not a serious human.

Could this be the possible hostile Chosen One?

Ulu Kruk thought about it, and immediately became serious.

It's just that this breath appeared in all directions, and there were many places with that guy's smell, as if he had been cloned.

Ulukruk's tentacles squirmed, and soon the end of one of them became something like the barrel of a gun.

The octopus race is proficient in biological transformation technology. The so-called biological transformation includes not only physical strength and mental strength, but also the weaponization of the whole body.

Other people's armed to the teeth is a metaphor, but the octopus is armed to the teeth, it is true that they can fight with their teeth.

At this moment, what Ulu Kruk generated is one of their commonly used weapons.

bang——

In the water, the gun barrel made a crisp sound, and a projectile the size of an egg was fired from the barrel, moving towards Lu Trip's position at a not-so-fast speed.

One of the land stumbles was the projectile's target.

He hasn't figured out how to deal with this inexplicable thing.

The next moment, when the projectile was more than ten meters away from Lu Jian, the thing exploded.

A mushroom cloud rises from the ground.

===881. Fusion Bazooka===

In the universe, although civilization forms are different, some things are similar.

For example, the energy sources of most planets are the stars of their respective galaxies.

That is, nuclear fusion inside the sun.

The energy released by these nuclear fusions supplies the needs of most living planets and enables the development of civilizations.

Of course, there are also some very special exotic lands in which creatures feed on other substances, such as extreme emotions or dreams, the products of pollution, etc.

But the essence of these sources is still the energy provided by the sun.

Therefore, for most civilizations, the power of the sun can be said to be the ultimate weapon.

Octopus is no exception.

Their world also has a sun, so after the Octopus ended their long war and flew into space, they also studied their own star.

Controlled nuclear fusion and miniaturization have long been common technologies among octopus people. Even newborns who have just come into contact with education can make a small nuclear bomb by relying on simple raw materials and the convenient tools buried in their genes. Come.

Ulu Kruk uses such a technique.

What he just launched was a small fusion bomb.

The radiation range of this fusion bomb is very large. Almost instantly, the area where Lu Jian's meat was located was evaporated, and the surrounding sand and stone did not even have a chance to melt, and directly turned into a gaseous state.

As for the raindrops and pools, they no longer exist.

The mushroom cloud penetrated the cloud layer. In the pure black cloud, the lightning caused by energy leakage intertwined with the dark green lightning of the storm, forming a thunderous symphony.

Centering on the location where Lu Jian was, everything within a range of several hundred meters evaporated, leaving a huge pothole.

Farther away, the remaining gravel was in a molten state, cooled by the water pouring in from outside, emitting towering white smoke.

In Lu Yi’s world, there used to be some designs that I don’t know whether they were reorganized or real. Among them was the shoulder-fired nuclear bomb bazooka. Because its damage radius is larger than the launch radius, it can be regarded as a suicide weapon.

Ulu Kruk held a similar weapon.

He himself was within the killing radius of the nuclear bomb.

However, in the steam, greasy tentacles spread, and Ulu Kruk crawled out of the scorching steam like a normal person.

His tentacles were covered with a layer of translucent shell, and when he shook it at will, the shell fell down, quickly dissolved in the water, scattered, polluted the water body, and produced many bubbles.

This is an adaptive shell. Every octopus will be automatically generated when it is attacked. Under the defense of the shell, even if the nuclear bomb is detonated in person, it will not cause any damage. Not to mention, the body of the octopus has been transformed to be able to The physique that absorbs nuclear radiation, the radiation that kills people is just a mouthful to them.

When Ulu Kruk faced unknown enemies, he would usually use these weapons to test them out and find a way to give them a shot.

If it is resolved, then naturally there is no need for Ulu Kruk to worry.

If the other party doesn't solve it, let's talk about other things.

Now, Ulu Kruk is very satisfied when he sees that there is not even any scum left.

This explosion also attracted the attention of Utopia, a hundred miles away.

When the shock wave spread here, it was already at the end of its strength, but it still brought a gust of wind to Utopia.

On the Great Pyramid in the center of the city, Plato overlooked the torrential rain that was still on the horizon and the mushroom cloud rising from the torrential rain.

"That's an ominous rain that will bring destruction to the city."

Plato said.

"Yeah, the rainwater is polluted, you want to stop it?"

Aside, his friend Hippocrates asked.

"I'm on the verge of dying. The power of the saint blocked those crystals, but I can't live forever. If I make a move now, I'm afraid I will age quickly, let alone three days, even one day may not be left."

Plato sighed.

His body knows that only with the blessing of extraordinary power can he have a long lifespan, but now, everything has come to an end, and his time is numbered.

Sometimes, Plato is a little envious of those ordinary people.

They think that saints live long, but they don't see that Plato will always send away those companions who have not become saints.

For a hundred years, all those people who were familiar with him have passed away, leaving him alone.

"If you die now, Utopia will lack a saint. I can't guarantee that the next 'Plato' will be correct."

Said Hippocrates.

He glanced at Plato's arm. Under the clothes, decay had already occupied the body. The erosion of pollution caused Plato's internal organs to lose their function and turned into a hotbed of corruption. Now he can still stand here and talk, rely on In addition to Hippocrates' medical skills, it is more of his own will.

The more you use the power of the saint, the more serious the erosion will be. When the pollution reaches the limit, the will will collapse and eventually return to dust, and the soul will become the food of Utopia, making it last forever.

"I believe everyone will make the right choice."

Plato said that he did not know whether the man who bears his name wrote the great book with similar thoughts in his time.

He dreamed of the era of rationality and freedom that the other party claimed.

A burst of severe pain came, causing Plato to fall on the chair, his abdomen wriggled, as if a worm was breeding and was about to burst out.

"I don't have much time, old friend, call all the candidates, I want to find a successor within today."

He asked Hippocrates to find the successors of the saints, while he sat in a chair and gazed at the dark green storm.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the expression on Plato's face changed. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he laughed wildly, and sometimes he was as pure and innocent as a child.

The next moment, Plato opened his eyes wide.

Some kind of power beyond time caused his will to fly into the sky, into the rainstorm.

His real body withered rapidly, his muscles atrophied, his bones were exposed, and his eyes were sunken. From a handsome old man like a classical Greek sculpture, he became a dying old man.

At the same time, his will became stronger and stronger. In the high sky, Plato was like a giant. He came above the dark clouds and watched the lightning and thunder here.

Plato saw Ulukruk swimming in the water, and his keen intuition convinced him that this was the culprit of the polluted storm.

Plato stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers.

His hand passed through the cloud of the thunderstorm, covering the space around Ulu Kruk.

bang——

A huge wave stirred up and completely enveloped the octopus people.

Just when Plato was trying to use his strength to grab it up, a dazzling light burst out from his palm.

The scorching waves pierced through his palm, and the bright light stung Plato's eyes.

Another mushroom cloud rose up.

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