Baobao did not respond to the other party's words. She knew very well that even if they were all clones, the other party's status was much higher than hers.

The [Man of Darkness] is, after all, the real incarnation, and I am just the incarnation of the [Daughter of Swelling] in a foreign land. In terms of seniority, I have to call the other person grandpa.

She didn't know why the other party appeared here. Of course, even if he appeared here, there would be no problem.

All these incarnations of theirs emphasize doing whatever they want.

Go wherever you want and do whatever you want.

Humans live in the world, and their behaviors generally have an internal logic, regardless of whether this logic is reasonable or can be accepted by the public, but they don’t need it.

However, it was clear that [The Swelling Girl] and [The Dark Man] were not getting along well.

One is always thinking about backstabbing the original, while the other prefers to make the world more lively.

Of course, if, just if, [The Swelling Daughter] really succeeded in backstabbing the original body, then the fall of an Outer God would lead to the dispersion of power, and His power would be inherited by various incarnations. Naturally, [The Man of Darkness] would be able to get a share, which would be a good thing.

But the problem is that the authority and power among these incarnations are almost the same. Since the incarnation can backstab the original body, why can't the incarnation's clone do the same thing?

There will also be such disputes between incarnations. If the [Daughter of Swelling] eliminates the [Man of Darkness], then the power inherited by the [Man of Darkness] will be transferred to the [Daughter of Swelling].

Even if some of the Old Ones could reach a cooperative relationship unconsciously, they could never be companions.

Therefore, the leopard here felt a sense of danger.

“You are unique.”

The dark-skinned, handsome and tall boy looked at Leopard and said.

Leopard didn't answer, but thought about how to deal with it.

But the man had no intention of continuing to talk to Leopard. He turned around and prepared to leave the room.

"what are you up to?"

Baobao called out to the other person.

"I left some things here before, and I suddenly remembered them recently so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect that the things were broken. I'm too lazy to fix them, but since I'm here, I should leave something behind."

The dark-skinned man answered, which was rare, perhaps because he and the other party had some kind of vague connection.

"You want to destroy this place?"

Baobao immediately understood what the other party meant.

This man is like a child who finally found his favorite toy, but found that the toy was dirty. So he simply threw the toy into pieces and destroyed it completely to prevent others from touching it.

"Destroy? You can say that, but let me describe it as sublimation."

The man replied.

"What if I say no?"

I don’t know where this idea came from, Leopard said directly.

The dark-skinned man looked at the beautiful girl in front of him strangely. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly felt relieved.

"sure."

He replied, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Before Baobao could make any move, her entire body lost its shape, collapsed, dissolved, and turned into a pool of flesh paste, which quickly evaporated without leaving any residue.

There was no confrontation, fighting or game.

Just one glance and everything was settled.

It was just a small clone, the man didn't care. He walked out of the house and came to the street.

The damp wind blew, and many people had been contaminated. They fell to the ground, struggling in pain, and their wailing sounds intertwined into a symphony that intoxicated him.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Someone struggled and grabbed the trouser leg of the only man standing, begging for mercy.

The man stopped, squatted, looked at the man with pity, reached out, and gently stroked his cheek, as if this action could soothe the pain and relieve the anxiety.

The man's expression became relaxed, he stopped groaning, and his movements became much easier.

The next moment, the man's mouth opened.

Just like turning a piece of clothing inside out at the collar, he stuck out his tongue, and from there, the tongue extended infinitely out of his mouth. His entire body turned inside out, like a blooming lily of the valley. Several pairs of arthropods emerged from his flesh and blood, and a spider made of flesh and blood appeared on the ground.

There was a distressed human face on the spider's back, and countless tentacles were wriggling, giving it a terrifying and weird feeling.

"See, it won't hurt anymore."

The man smiled.

The spider's legs kept wriggling, and it quickly crawled towards the other people who were struggling. Its head, with its mouthparts consisting of four tentacles, inserted directly into the mouth of its own kind, and dragged out the contents of its interior with brute force. In the blink of an eye, another spider appeared in the city.

Screams of fear immediately filled the streets, and those humans who were still able to move immediately fled, rolling and crawling, trying to get away from here.

The dark-skinned man seemed quite relaxed, walking in fear.

If some symphonies of Bach or Beethoven could be played at this time, it would probably highlight his composure even more.

He didn't walk around like the villains in some movies saying some childish words like "I am the beginning and the end". He just strolled leisurely. However, with every step he took, the humans around him mutated into giant flesh-and-blood spiders, which continued to spread and multiply to other places in the city.

It won't be long, even before the heavy rain comes, this place will become a city of monsters.

Another corner of the city.

Hippocrates looked at the explorers from the academy in front of him.

"You must leave Utopia immediately, go as far as you can, and treat this place as a forbidden place. Never come back."

He ordered.

Obviously, Utopia was about to face the biggest crisis in its history, and Hippocrates believed that the city-state might not survive this disaster.

That's why he let all the young people in the academy leave, so that at least they could save their lives.

"And you?"

Frostheart asked, as she was the explorer who discovered the promised land and was appointed by Hippocrates as the leader to escape from Utopia.

"I still have things I need to do."

Hippocrates replied.

“But without the guidance of a saint, we are likely to lose our way.”

Frost Heart said uneasily that saints have always been more than just a symbol of military power, but also elders and leaders. These extraordinary people, whose lifespans are much longer than those of ordinary people, possess rich knowledge and foresight, and can provide guidance and advice.

Just as Frost Heart said, their lifespan is short. If the saints do not exist, they will most likely lose their way forward and fall into confusion, just like the guide who has been leading them has disappeared.

"Don't worry."

Hippocrates said.

"You just have to keep going. No matter what, life will always find a way."

He looked toward the approaching rainstorm.