I Forged the Myth of Chapter 891 - 891 890. Task failed

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Chapter 891: 890. Task failed

In an ideal world, every semblance of reality was deconstructed, leaving only the purest essence.

Therefore, what Cleopatra saw now was the essence itself.

That indescribable lump of flesh had a tallic luster that was intoxicating, with smoke extending outward like tentacles entwining, full of countless depressions, like many eyes hidden within. Just looking at the writhing exterior was enough to make one’s scalp tingle and their psyche crumble.

The mont she gazed upon it, a flood of knowledge rushed into her head, accompanied by countless incomprehensible mutterings. Cleopatra felt a burning sensation, as blood poured from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, her soul’s trembling causing her whole body to shudder.

Cleopatra imdiately shut her eyes, pulling her view out of the ideal world and back to reality.

It was then that she realized, where the lump of flesh had been, now stood a person.

It was Lu Ban.

And Lu Ban was also feeling troubled.

In his field of view, the silver text was indifferent and cold.

[Choose a side, help it secure the position of Saint: 0/1 (Failed)]

[Survive until the torrential rain ends: 0/1]

Failed.

This was the first ti Lu Ban had encountered a task failure.

It left him sowhat at a loss.

Fortunately, he was at least still alive.

Lu Ban saw Hippocrates approaching him, but when he saw Cleopatra standing at the entrance to Plato’s Hall of Philosophers, he already had a bad feeling.

Now, the mission’s failure made him understand that Cleopatra must have beco the Saint of Utopia, taking on the na of Plato.

Boom—

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, hitting the top of the great Pyramid, dislodging a huge Stone, which rolled down in an irregular shape, smashing into a nearby house and completely demolishing it.

The next mont, a torrential rain poured down.

Like water being dumped out, the torrential rain instantly covered the entire city.

The dark green lightning twisted in the rain, like a giant serpent, bringing destruction and devastation to the world.

This rain carried a green hue, each drop corroding the buildings, and the air was filled with a choking rot, the air drawn into the lungs mixed with the rain felt noticeably gritty. Every second in this rain was tornt and pain for humans.

For a wasteland that had not experienced torrential rain in a hundred years, no one could have imagined that the first rain would be one that destroyed all.

The raindrops fell on the monstrous blood-flesh spiders, yet it did not seem to bring about any change in them; these creatures reveled in the rain. Their movents beca more frenetic, impatient to divide their final al.

Hippocrates stood in the rain, his hair and clothes soaked, making him seem sowhat decrepit.

“Has it finally co to this?”

He looked at the world drenched in heavy rain, at Cleopatra, at the “reborn” citizens of Utopia, and he sighed.

Utopia no longer existed. When the position of the Saint was usurped by Cleopatra, allowing her to interpret and modify at will, the city was no longer a paradise for humans.

But Hippocrates also wasn’t certain whether this was right or wrong.

Nobody knew if humanity could truly maintain its original form and continue on.

In fact, according to the intelligence brought back by Shuangxin, the humans of the Wasteland had already greatly differed from the humans of the old civilization; they too had beco a “new humanity” post-evolution.

Then, who could say that these repulsive blood flesh spiders weren’t the true humans fit for the new era?

Still, Hippocrates harbored a trace of nostalgia.

If these blood flesh spiders represented the new era of humanity, then he, a Saint of the old era, had no choice but to be buried along with this city.

“So this guy is the root of all the trouble?”

Beside him, Lu Ban asked.

“She must have already devoured Plato, becoming this city’s Saint. Now, she possesses the authority to interpret the city’s Rules, and we are incapable of directly confronting her.”

Hippocrates answered that Plato had a certain interpretative authority over the entire city’s laws, such as the definition of democracy and the definition of citizens. Now that Cleopatra was the city’s master, any action harmful to her would likely face Utopia’s punishnt.

For this reason, Hippocrates had not anticipated that Cleopatra could obtain the na of Plato unless Plato himself willingly gave it to her; otherwise, Hippocrates could not possibly usurp the throne by killing Plato.

But now, it seed, Cleopatra must have obtained her transcendent power by worshipping so Indescribable great existence, thereby shielding herself from Utopia’s punishnt and acquiring Plato’s na.

“I see.”

Lu Ban was relatively unconcerned.

Since the primary mission had failed, he could only strive to survive the Torrential Rain, which seed to be originating from Cleopatra and the possible Evil God behind her.

In other words, the health bars had been revealed.

Whether Utopia could survive was not Lu Ban’s concern.

He materialized a silver revolver, “Testant,” in his hand and aid without hesitation at Cleopatra.

“What are you planning to do?”

The Queen of Beauty was unconcerned. If Lu Ban intended to attack her, he would inevitably be punished by Utopia’s Rules. Moreover, with the power of the dual-Saint nas, Cleopatra was confident she would survive even if Lu Ban attempted a one-for-one trade at the limit.

While Lu Ban’s true form appeared exceedingly ferocious, containing severe Pollution, Cleopatra was well aware that within this city lived the Divine Being who had bestowed her with power. Regardless, that entity would not stand idly by as a battle unfolded here.

Without another word, Lu Ban loaded a Speech Bullet into the chamber, then pulled the trigger.

The next mont, the slurred whispers of the great existence traversed the void, hitting Cleopatra with an irresistible force.

Cleopatra wanted to dodge or use the Ideal World to evade, but she discovered the attack carried an immutable force, as if it had been part of her from the start.

Mad whispers imdiately filled her ears, and her vision was taken by countless complex and bizarre patterns; her skin began to wriggle as if sothing was about to burst forth.

Suddenly, Cleopatra reacted.

Her skin, flesh, and bones sloughed off, drooping like a piece of clothing; following that, a naked worm erged from Cleopatra’s body. The worm was long and slender with countless wriggling legs, and its mouth was split into four parts, inducing fear and nausea in onlookers.

This was Cleopatra’s true form, a great worm that had inherited the infamous na of the Queen of Beauty.

Seeing this, Hippocrates sighed, well aware that his ti had co.