I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 892 - 892 891. Piano Sound

Chapter 892: 891. Piano Sound Chapter 892: 891. Piano Sound As Lu Ban and Hippocrates were confronting Cleopatra.

Feng Yu stood outside the City-state of Utopia, watching the fleeing crowd and the city-state now engulfed by a torrential downpour.

She could feel that within that city, there was an entity now that no one could resist, whether it was her, Lu Ban, or Du Danping, none could contend with the adversary.

Even if Baobao’s true form came, it might not be able to save everyone from the clutches of this foe.

Not to mention that Baobao might not be willing to risk danger for their sake.

With some gaps still remaining before the closure of destiny, Feng Yu pondered her next strategy.

At that moment, she saw that the dark clouds engulfing the city had become denser, and deep red lightning struck down, shattering the pyramid directly.

Amidst the howling rain, there seemed to be another sound coming through.

Feng Yu listened intently—it was the sound of a piano.

Countless writhing worms became massive in the rain, and at the same time, flesh spiders began to move towards Lu Ban; these were Utopia’s “citizens,” and if they were to be attacked, Lu Ban and Hippocrates would surely be punished as well.

In fact, the very moment Lu Ban pulled the trigger on Cleopatra, Utopia’s will had already decreed punishment upon him.

Lu Ban’s veins swelled up as though injected with a deadly toxin, turning cyanotic; his blood started to deteriorate, corroding his vessels, nerves, muscles, and bones; his face turned black as his lifeforce faded away.

Had it been any common person, even a Transcendent with just a slight knowledge of the Foreign Domain, they would be not long for this world by now, only to close their eyes in regret.

But Lu Ban, after all, was battle-hardened and had braved many storms.

He immediately melted himself to neutralize the punishment from Utopia.

Theoretically, he had already died once, so he could naturally evade the punishment.

However, as Lu Ban melted and reconstituted himself, Cleopatra did not stand idly by but writhed towards him.

The giant worm was surrounded by deep purple smoke, and anything that the smoke touched began to decay and decline. This was the deadly venom of the Queen of Beauty combined with the power of Plato, stripping away the superficial to dissolve the essence of everything around it.

The flesh spiders surged like a tide, covering the skies so that even the torrential rain seemed somewhat silent.

Hippocrates knew very well that there was no escape now.

He sighed heavily, his body swelling up, tearing through his clothes.

His muscles burst, his skin cracked, his bones shattered, Hippocrates’ eyes turned blood red, his face a deep purple.

Then, he exploded like a balloon.

In the gore, parts of Hippocrates’ flesh splattered, and the shock of the explosion alone turned the advancing flesh spiders to mud.

Utopia’s punishment arrived as expected, but Hippocrates didn’t care.

In the blood-red mist of the torrential rain, a swarm of insects flew out from his carcass.

These insects, like eight-legged mosquitoes with three pairs of wings and the size of a palm, were far more numerous than one could imagine.

These were the insects that represented the name Hippocrates, and from their abdomens, like showerheads, black fog spewed forth.

The fog spread out in all directions, unaffected even amid the curtain of rain.

A flesh spider that touched the pure black fog convulsed instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank into a ball, lifeless.

Countless insects flew to every corner of the city, releasing deadly poisonous fumes.

Perhaps Hippocrates hadn’t imagined when he attained his name that one day he would manifest such a form in Utopia.

The Saint’s power originated from insects, each type of insect possessing vastly different abilities.

For example, Plato had the ability to influence the mind, peer into the ideal world, and directly crush enemies on the level of will.

Cleopatra, on the other hand, could control creatures affected by her spores and also use toxins to attack others.

As for Hippocrates, his innate ability leaned more towards support, simply healing, but once transformed into an insect, that black mist could become a Deadly Weapon, after all, medicine is poison itself.

Should Hippocrates so desire, he could easily destroy an entire city-state.

Now, these flying insects were heading towards every corner of the Utopia covered by Torrential Rain, bringing deadly poison to this city-state, destroying every life here.

This was an act against the admonitions of a doctor, but it was also the last gift Hippocrates could leave for those refugees.

If these flesh spiders were allowed to survive, those who fled the city certainly couldn’t escape the subsequent pursuit.

At this moment, Hippocrates seemed to hear the sound of a piano near his ear.

The melody of the piano was comforting, as though it could soothe restless emotions.

Among the countless hims, some saw a man playing at the base of the Pyramid.

In front of him floated the illusory black and white piano keys, from which beautiful melodies flowed.

This melody dispelled the black toxic fog and also solidified those flesh spiders, making the cold Torrential Rain automatically stay away.

Du Danping was on his way to the Pyramid.

He continued to play, the melody lingering in Cleopatra’s will, persuading her, causing her mind to dissipate and her desire to attack to fade.

Lu Ban, upon hearing the sound of the piano, also hastened the process of his recovery, reshaping his human form.

Cleopatra’s body suddenly split open, revealing several pairs of transparent wings.

The insect’s body became enormous, like a monster, perching above the damaged Pyramid.

The buzzing of its wings intertwined with the piano sound, seemingly weakening a portion of the piano’s power.

By then, Lu Ban had changed back into human form and in his hand materialized a silver revolver, “Testament”, firing several shots at the giant Worm.

The noisy, babbling chatter once again took over Cleopatra’s mind, along with that irritating piano sound, giving her a splitting headache.

Almost at the same time, Hippocrates’s flying insects pounced on the large insect perched atop the Pyramid, frenziedly tearing at it, flesh flying everywhere, with Cleopatra barely able to resist.

“This place is for me to handle, you guys leave.”

Hippocrates’s will flowed into Lu Ban and Du Danping’s brains through the insects.

“This is my destiny, this world after all does not belong to us Saints, but to humans with fleeting yet transient lives.”

His voice was calm, without any pain or regret.

Yet Ke Luban had no intention of leaving; he charged at Cleopatra like a cannonball, smashing into the large insect’s body.

Countless toxins capable of disintegrating things fundamentally eroded Lu Ban, but at the same time, he was also destroying Cleopatra’s last will.

Two powers mingled, and the spread of Pollution blossomed into a pitch-black flower.

Dark purple lightning struck down, hitting Cleopatra, striking the great Pyramid.

Within those pitch-black clouds, there seemed to be a trickle of light seeping through.

That was sunlight.

*

Seeking recommendation tickets, seeking monthly tickets!