I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 888 - 888 887. The Secret of the Saint

Chapter 888: 887. The Secret of the Saint Chapter 888: 887. The Secret of the Saint Seeing the worm, Cleopatra was not surprised.

“You really are a pitiful creature now, do you think I can’t do anything to you? But unfortunately, with His help, I can replace you at any time.”

She said as she reached out and pinched the worm.

The worm did not seem to have regained consciousness, still twitching incessantly.

The worm was all white, its surface as slippery as fat; it had countless pairs of black legs, and its head was replaced by layered mouthparts, teeming with numerous fine teeth.

The worm had no eyes, which gave it an eerie feeling.

Cleopatra knew that this was Plato.

Once the worm left the body, the host body quickly aged and decayed, turning to dust in the blink of an eye.

This was the secret of the Saint of the Wasteland.

The so-called Saints were but the creations of particularly special worms.

These worms started out the size of green beans and could be planted inside the human body through certain special methods.

As the worms grew, they would feed on the human brain, eventually consuming all of the brain matter.

During this process, the will of the human would merge with the worm, and ultimately become the worm.

At that time, the symptoms of Crystal disease would disappear, and they would acquire extraordinary powers, superior to those with Crystals remaining in their bodies.

It is easy to understand; in the Foreign Domain, Pollution is power, and Crystal disease itself is a form of Pollution. To counteract the side effects of Crystal disease, one must endure an even more severe Pollution.

Saints are far more Polluted than ordinary people.

These worms can live for decades or even hundreds of years. At the end of their lifecycle, the worm would lay eggs and then die, after which the eggs would be implanted into a new person’s body. After a while, the eggs would develop, consume the brain marrow, and a new cycle would begin.

Although Cleopatra was not planning to run away, she was not going to sit back and await her demise.

Now, only by acquiring the power of Plato could Cleopatra control Utopia.

Moreover, according to the information she had learned from Mad Poison, beyond the Wasteland, there were even more worlds of the Foreign Domain.

The rain must have been caused by those Chosen by Gods.

Cleopatra was not in awe of those “divine beings”; she had only believed in herself since before becoming a Saint.

However, all that had changed after a certain point in time; Cleopatra was no longer the same.

Now, this might be her only chance in life.

She brought the worm up to her face.

Opening her mouth.

The twitching worm did not feel any anomaly, seemingly still in its dreamland.

The next moment, Cleopatra bit down.

The creamy white exoskeleton of the worm was torn open, its fluids spilling out, trickling down from the corners of her mouth.

The worm struggled violently for an instant, but Cleopatra did not stop feeding.

Her expression was ferocious, eyes rolling back, trembling; at this moment, two worms were merging inside her.

Soon, amidst the white soft flesh, Cleopatra bit into a long, rope-like object.

At the end of that thing was a small black ball the size of a pebble.

The black ball quivered slightly, inviting like jelly.

Cleopatra’s eyes flickered; she knew that these were nearly mature worm eggs.

Inside the black ball, it seemed that a creature was moving, displaying a fearful posture.

Cleopatra extended her tongue and swallowed the worm egg.

Without chewing, she swallowed it whole.

Almost simultaneously.

In Urukluqqa’s Spiritual World.

This place had turned into scorched earth.

Every inch of land was as if plowed dozens of times, leaving no part intact.

The enormous octopus monster that had been suspended in the sky had also turned to dust.

Under the overwhelming saturation of firepower, no demons or evil spirits could make mischief.

Even after the octopus had completely vanished and the entire Spiritual World was on the verge of dissolution, Lu Ban continued to bombard it for a while.

In his own words, it was to “thoroughly eradicate the roots.”

Plato felt a surge of agitation, staring up at the sky.

Suddenly, a piercing pain swept over him.

This pain quickly brought some things to mind, and instead of fear, a sensation of regret surfaced more swiftly in his eyes.

Almost without leaving him time for any last words, Plato’s figure rapidly distorted and dissipated, falling into the void along with the will of Urukluqqa.

Lu Ban turned around but didn’t see Plato. He found it somewhat strange.

After searching, indeed Plato had vanished from Urukluqqa’s Spiritual World.

He pondered for a moment and figured that something must have gone wrong on Plato’s end.

This old man was already at death’s door with only a brief life left; after being tossed around in the Merman’s Spiritual World like this, it was very likely that he was done for.

It was just uncertain whether it was too soon.

Lu Ban immediately left Urukluqqa’s Spiritual World and returned to reality.

He saw that the once tough eggshell had shattered and the Octopus Man inside had turned into a pool of semi-solid pus; although it still clung onto life, it didn’t have much time left.

This was a mutation that occurred after a severe psychic assault, but because Lu Ban had crushed its Sanity too thoroughly, it had ended up this way.

Lu Ban didn’t have time to carefully clean up the battlefield, he just opened his mouth wide and swallowed the Octopus Man along with the eggshell, integrating it with himself.

Torrential rain poured down, the edge of the deluge already nearing Utopia.

Lu Ban materialized a silver revolver “Testament” in his hand and fired three shots at himself before speeding towards Utopia.

Inside the city.

Ke Cheng heard the wails and laments outside the city; his whole body shivered in fear, an unimaginable dread enfolding him.

He had never been so afraid of rain.

If he were to be swept up by this rain…

Many unsettling thoughts arose in Ke Cheng’s heart as he looked toward the beautiful young girl beside him.

“You’ll protect me, right?”

He asked.

But Baobao did not answer, only watching the heavy rain outside the window.

“This rain is suspicious.”

The beautiful young girl murmured in a soft voice.

“What’s wrong?”

Ke Cheng felt a wave of panic; it was the first time he had seen the girl show such an uncertain expression.

“No, it’s just…”

Before Baobao could finish her sentence, within the shadows of the room, a figure slowly emerged.

At the moment of realization, Baobao forcefully slapped Ke Cheng.

Ke Cheng had no idea what was happening when a whirlpool suddenly swept him away. Surrounded by dazzling black colors, he was spun around and returned to the real world.

But Baobao, she looked towards the person appearing from the shadows.

It was a man with dark skin, tall and slender, dressed in a black suit, with a sly smile, gazing at Baobao.

“Hello.”

The man greeted Baobao.