In an ideal world, all appearances are deconstructed, leaving only the purest truth.

Therefore, what Cleopatra now sees is the essence.

The surface of that indescribable mass of flesh was glowing with an intoxicating metallic luster, and the smoke extending from it was entwined like tentacles. The mass of flesh had countless depressions, as if hiding many eyes. Just looking at the squirming appearance was enough to make one's scalp tingle and cause a mental breakdown.

The moment she looked, a large amount of knowledge poured into her head, along with countless incomprehensible mutterings. Cleopatra felt a burning sensation, and blood suddenly flowed from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. The trembling of her soul made her whole body tremble.

Cleopatra immediately closed her eyes, pulling her vision out of the ideal world and returning to reality.

Only then did she realize that there was a person standing where the lump of flesh was.

It’s Lu Ban.

And Lu Ban was also very troubled at this time.

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

[Choose a camp and help it obtain the position of a saint: 0/1 (failed)]

[Survive until the rainstorm ends: 0/1]

Failed.

It was the first time that Lu Ban encountered a mission failure.

He is almost unable to do it anymore.

Fortunately, at least I'm still alive.

When Lu Ban saw Hippocrates, he immediately came over here. However, when he saw Cleopatra standing at the door of the Hall of Philosophers where Plato was, he already had a bad feeling.

Now, the failure of the mission made him realize that Cleopatra might have become a utopian saint and earned the name of Plato.

Boom——

A bolt of lightning came from the sky and hit the top of the great pyramid, knocking down a huge stone. Irregularly shaped stones rolled down and hit a house nearby, completely destroying it.

The next moment, heavy rain poured down.

The torrential rain, like pouring water, covered the entire city in an instant.

The dark green lightning twisted in the rain, like a giant python weaving through it, bringing destruction and devastation to the world.

The rain was green, and every drop of it corroded the buildings. The air was filled with a choking stench. The air mixed with rain and inhaled into the lungs had a distinct granular feel. Every moment in this rain was torture and pain for human beings.

No one could have imagined that the first rain in this wasteland, which had not experienced heavy rain for a hundred years, would destroy everything in this way.

The raindrops fell on the flesh and blood spider monsters but did not bring any changes to them. These monsters rejoiced in the rain. Their movements became hurried, and they could not wait to share the last food.

Hippocrates was in the rain, the heavy rain wet his hair and clothes, making him look a little decadent.

"Has it finally come to this?"

He looked at the world in heavy rain, looked at Cleopatra, looked at the "newborn" citizens of Utopia, and sighed.

Utopia no longer exists. When the throne of sainthood was usurped by Cleopatra and allowed to be interpreted and tampered with by her, the city was no longer a paradise for mankind.

But Hippocrates was not sure whether this was right or wrong.

No one knows whether humans can really continue to move forward in their original posture.

In fact, according to the information brought back by Frost Heart, the humans in the wasteland today are actually very different from the humans in the old civilization. Even they have become new humans after "evolution".

So who can say that these hideous-looking flesh spiders are not truly suitable for humans in the new era?

However, Hippocrates still had a trace of attachment.

If these flesh and blood spiders are humans of the new era, then he, a saint of the old era, has no choice but to be buried with this city.

"So this guy is the culprit?"

On the side, Lu Ban asked.

"She must have devoured Plato and become the saint of this city. Now, she has the power to interpret the rules of this city. We have no way to confront her head-on."

Hippocrates replied that Plato had a certain right of interpretation over the laws of the entire city, such as the definition of democracy, the definition of citizens, etc. Now that Cleopatra was the owner of the city, any behavior that was harmful to her would most likely be sanctioned by the Utopia.

For this reason, Hippocrates did not expect Cleopatra to be able to obtain Plato's name. Unless Plato himself was willing to give it to her, it would be impossible for Hippocrates to usurp power by killing Plato.

But now it seems that Cleopatra must have gained extraordinary power by worshiping some indescribable great being, and used it to shield the sanctions of Utopia, so that she could get the name of Plato.

"I see."

Lu Ban wasn't too worried.

Now that all his main tasks have failed, he can only try to survive the storm, and the source of the storm seems to be Cleopatra and the evil god that may exist behind her.

In other words, the health bar is bright.

Whether the utopia can continue to survive is not a problem that Lu Ban needs to worry about.

He materialized a silver revolver [Last Words] in his hand and aimed at Cleopatra without hesitation.

"what you up to?"

Cleopatra didn't care. If Lu Ban wanted to attack her, he would definitely be punished by the rules of Utopia. What's more, with the power of the names of the two saints, even if Lu Ban wanted to exchange a one-on-one with her, Cleopatra was confident that she could survive.

Although Lu Ban's body looked extremely hideous and contained serious pollution, Cleopatra was also very clear that the god who gave her power still existed in this city. No matter what, the other party would not sit idly by and watch the battle happening here.

Lu Ban didn't say much, he just pressed the bullet into the gun chamber and then pulled the trigger.

The next moment, the whispers of the great being passed through the void and hit Cleopatra with unstoppable momentum.

Cleopatra wanted to dodge or use the ideal world to avoid it, but she found that this attack carried a kind of irresistible power, as if it had existed in her body from the beginning.

Immediately, she heard some frantic whispers in her ears, and her vision was filled with countless complex and strange patterns. Her skin began to wriggle, as if something was trying to break out of her body.

Suddenly, Cleopatra responded.

Her skin, flesh, and bones became soft and hung down like a piece of clothing. Then, a naked worm crawled out of Cleopatra's body. The worm was long and thin, with thousands of wriggling legs and four-petal mouthparts on its head, which made people feel terrified and disgusted.

This is Cleopatra's true form, a big insect that inherited the name of Cleopatra.

Seeing this, Hippocrates sighed, knowing full well that his time had come.