Heavy rain continued over the wasteland.

A storm that many people have never seen in their lives is rushing towards Utopia. The sky has changed color, and unprecedented clouds have gathered, blocking out the dazzling sunlight.

Dark green lightning twisted and turned in the dark clouds, and the lightning containing millions of energies struck the rain-soaked sand. The electric current spread, making the desert glow faintly.

The green rain carried an unsettling smell, and the damp wind blew towards the dry city-state. It was the wind of disease, the wind of death, and the wind of despair.

The first people to notice something was wrong were the idle traveling merchants outside the city.

They were originally happy about the coming of heavy rain, just like the grass and trees that were excited after a long drought. But when the wind blew across their cheeks and the granular air flow filled their nostrils, these traveling merchants felt the danger.

Many people immediately lost strength in their limbs and fell to the ground, struggling continuously.

After seeing the reactions of others in front of them, many people immediately rode their insects and ran towards Utopia, but they could not outrun the wind.

The insect lost its balance, fell to the ground and twitched, while the traveling merchant was gradually enveloped by the plague wind, and the bright light in his eyes disappeared.

People who were farther away witnessed this situation, and their intuition from having lived in the wilderness for a long time told them that this rain was far more dangerous than sandstorms, earthquakes, or insect swarms.

Some of them headed towards Utopia, trying to obtain the protection of the city-state.

Another group of people who could see further directly passed Utopia and rushed towards farther places, because they knew that this heavy rain was not something a city-state could withstand. It was a rain that destroyed all things. Only by escaping as far as possible could they have hope of survival.

The soldiers stationed on the city-state's walls discovered this situation and the information was immediately passed down. Ares of the Wolf Guard stood on the city wall, looking into the distance, and a sense of crisis enveloped him.

He can lead the battle against the Zerg, fight with warriors from other city-states, and even suppress possible rebellions within the city if necessary.

But he was powerless to stop the natural disaster.

Although he inherited the name Ares, he was just a saint who was proficient in fighting. Facing the storm that covered the sky, Ares was powerless to save the situation.

"What about Plato?"

Ares asked the people around him.

"The Hall of Philosophers has not responded. Master Hippocrates asked us to protect the citizens."

the soldier responded.

"Did Hippocrates want to take his place?"

Ares was a little annoyed. He didn't expect that at this time, some people were still thinking about the power game of fighting openly and secretly.

"This rain will penetrate every corner through the wind. We can't avoid it."

He asserted.

“Utopia has reached the end of its life. There is no need for us to be buried with it.”

Turning around, Ares looked towards the city.

Many citizens did not know what was happening outside and were looking forward to the arrival of a heavy rain.

Some citizens came into contact with traveling merchants who had fled, learned about the horror of the rainstorm, and began to panic. Some hid at home, some tried to flee the city, and some completely collapsed in despair, kneeling on the ground and crying.

Chaos spread in the city, people became panicked and fled in all directions.

At this time, Ares stood on the city wall and spoke in a loud voice.

"The rainstorm is coming. Escape, escape. This place is no longer suitable for survival. Run away as fast as you can!"

His voice shocked all the citizens, and they fell silent no matter what they were doing.

These words were so shocking that they could hardly believe them.

The captain of the guard who protects the city, a saint, actually said such words.

Moreover, Utopia did not impose sanctions on his words. You know, this was a clear rebellious statement. If it happened at any other time, it would have been like thunder and lightning.

And now, thunder is indeed surrounding us, but it is the roar of heavy rain, the desperate background sound.

Ares said this without further explanation. He glanced at the sky, then walked down the city wall with his guards. They rode on durable camels, took food and water, and prepared to leave the city from the other side.

"My lord, my lord, are you really going to give up on us?"

Someone noticed Ares and they questioned him.

"Run as far as you can. I can't help you here."

Ares did not get angry, but said coldly.

Plato's status as a saint and his dominance over utopia are no longer important at this moment.

If torrential rains hit, it's not certain whether the city can still exist, so what's the point of a hypocritical position?

What's more, Ares himself is a saint, so he doesn't have to worry about the issue of lifespan. But if he stays here, obviously, he won't have enough lifespan to worry about this problem.

Riding on the insect, Ares prepared to leave the city. At this time, he saw Cleopatra looking at him from a building not far away.

"I leave this city to you. I hope we will have a chance to see each other again in the future."

Ares said to the enchanting woman.

Cleopatra did not respond, but just watched Ares leave the city and walk away.

The person next to him couldn't help but ask the queen in a low voice.

"Sir, are we not leaving?"

"Leave? Where else can I go?"

Cleopatra asked back, and then sighed.

"All our wealth is left here. Once we leave, there will be nothing left."

"As long as there are still people, we will be able to earn it back sooner or later."

Another person advised.

"You guys go."

Cleopatra said this faintly, she was not being sarcastic but was speaking very seriously.

"Follow Ares and leave. Following a saint can at least guarantee your safety."

"But you, sir?"

The people around her were a little panicked.

Because in any case, Cleopatra did not seem to be the kind of person who would choose to live and die with the city-state.

"Don't mind me."

Cleopatra said coldly, and pointed in the direction of the city.

"If you don't pack your things now, it will be too late."

Hearing this, everyone started running in a hurry.

Soon, Cleopatra was the only one left upstairs.

She took a long look at the approaching storm, then dived into the shadows.

A moment later, in the Hall of Philosophers, a shadow gathered like a long snake.

Cleopatra emerged into the silent hall.

She climbed the stairs and soon reached the terrace.

From here, you can see the storm in the distance. The destructive force is gathering and covering the sky.

An old man was sitting on a bench on the terrace.

Cleopatra saw that white hair had grown on Plato's body, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

"It seems you were unable to prevent this disaster."

Cleopatra sighed, she came to Plato's side, pushed the old man forward, exposing the back of his neck.

Then, Cleopatra stretched out her hand, and a strangely shaped dagger appeared in her palm. She slashed with the knife and cut open the back of Plato's head cleanly.

There was no blood, no wails of pain, everything was extremely quiet, like an afternoon nap.

Cleopatra saw that where the brain should have been, there was no brain matter.

There was only a wriggling worm, twitching constantly.