In the universe, although civilizations are different, some things are similar.

For example, the energy source for most planets comes from the stars in their respective galaxies.

That is nuclear fusion inside the sun.

The energy released by these nuclear fusions provides the energy needed by most planets with life, allowing civilization to develop.

Of course, there are also some extremely special alien worlds where the creatures feed on other substances, such as extreme emotions or dreams, products of pollution, etc.

But the source of all of this is essentially the energy provided by the sun.

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

Octopus Man is no exception.

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

Controlled nuclear fusion and miniaturization have long been common technologies among octopus people. Even newborns who have just started education can make a small nuclear bomb using simple raw materials and convenient tools buried in their genes.

This is the technology used by Uruk-e-Kuluk.

What he just launched was a small fusion bomb.

The radiation range of this fusion bomb is very large. Almost in an instant, the area where Lu Ban's flesh was located was evaporated, and the surrounding sand and gravel did not even have a chance to melt and directly turned into gas.

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

The mushroom cloud penetrated the cloud layer. In the pure black cloud, the lightning caused by the energy leakage and the dark green lightning of the storm intertwined to form a symphony of thunder.

With Lu Ban's location as the center, everything within a few hundred meters evaporated, leaving behind a huge pit.

Further away, the remaining gravel was in a molten state, being cooled by the water rushing in from outside, and emitting towering white smoke.

In Lu Ban's world, there were some designs that no one knew whether they were just jokes or real. Among them was the shoulder-fired nuclear rocket launcher. Since its destructive radius was larger than the launch radius, it could be regarded as a suicide weapon.

And what Urukluk held in his hand was a similar weapon.

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

However, in the steam, slippery tentacles spread out, and Urukluk crawled out of the scorching steam as if nothing had happened.

His tentacles were covered with a translucent shell. When he shook them randomly, the shell fell off and quickly dissolved in the water, spreading everywhere, polluting the water and producing many bubbles.

This is an adaptive shell that each octopus man will automatically generate when being attacked. Under the protection of the shell, even if a nuclear bomb is detonated in front of it, it will not cause any damage. Not to mention, the octopus man's body has been modified to absorb nuclear radiation. The radiation that can kill people is just a snack for them.

When facing unknown enemies, Urukluk would usually use these weapons to test them and find a way to hit them.

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

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

Now, looking at Lu Ban, who had nothing left, Urukluk was very satisfied.

The explosion also attracted the attention of Utopia, which was a hundred miles away.

By the time the shock wave spread here, it was already a spent force, but it still brought a gust of wind to Utopia.

On the great pyramid in the center of the city, Plato looked out at the rainstorm still on the horizon and the mushroom cloud rising in the rainstorm.

"That is ominous rain that will bring destruction to the city."

Plato said.

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

On the side, his friend Hippocrates asked.

"I'm almost dying. The power of the saint has blocked those crystals, but it can't make me immortal. If I take action now, I'm afraid I will age quickly. I may not even survive a day, let alone three days."

Plato sighed.

His own body knew that he could only have a long life with the blessing of extraordinary power, but now, everything has come to an end and he doesn't have much time left.

Sometimes, Plato envied ordinary people.

They think that saints live long, but they fail to see that Plato will always have to send away those companions who fail to become saints.

Over the past hundred years, all the people who were once familiar with him have passed away, leaving only him.

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

Hippocrates said.

He glanced at Plato's arm. Under the clothes, decay had already taken over the flesh. The erosion of pollution caused Plato's internal organs to lose their functions and turned into a hotbed of corruption. Now that he could still stand here and speak, he relied not only on the medical skills of Hippocrates, but more on his own will.

The more one uses the power of a saint, the more serious the erosion will become. When the pollution reaches the limit, the will will collapse and eventually return to dust. The soul will become the food of utopia, allowing it to exist forever.

“I believe everyone will make the right choice.”

Plato said that he was not sure whether the person who bore his name in his time had written the great work with similar ideas in mind.

He dreamed of the era of rationality and freedom advocated by the other side.

A sharp pain came, causing Plato to fall into the chair. His abdomen was wriggling as if there was a worm that was about to break out of his body.

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

He left Hippocrates to find the successors of those saints, while he sat in a chair and stared at the deep 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 power beyond time made his will fly into the sky, into the rainstorm.

His real body quickly withered, his muscles atrophied, his bones exposed, and his eyes sunken. He changed from a handsome elder like a classical Greek sculpture to a dying old man.

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

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

Plato held out his hand with his fingers spread out.

His hand passed through the thunderstorm cloud and covered the space around Urukluk.

Bang——

A huge wave arose, completely covering the octopus man.

Just as Plato tried to use his strength to grab it, a dazzling light burst out from his palm.

A huge wave of scorching heat penetrated his palms, and the bright light stung Plato's eyes.

Another mushroom cloud rose up.