I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

Chapter 887: 886. Flee in all directions. Chapter 887: 886. Flee in all directions. Above the Wasteland, Torrential Rain continued unabated.

The fierce storms, which many had never seen in their lifetime, surged toward Utopia. The sky had already darkened, as unprecedented clouds gathered, obscuring the dazzling sunlight.

Green lightning zigzagged through the dark clouds, and lightning bolts containing immense energy struck the rain-soaked sand, spreading electricity that made the desert emit a faint glow.

The green rainwater carried a disturbing odor, and the damp wind blew toward the dry City-state—it was the wind of disease, the wind of death, the wind of despair.

The first to realize something was amiss were the idle traveling merchants outside the city.

Initially, they had rejoiced at the impending rain, as thrilled as parched vegetation welcoming a long-awaited downpour. But when the wind touched their faces and gritty air filled their nostrils, these traveling merchants sensed danger.

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

Seeing the reactions of others ahead, many immediately rode insects toward Utopia, but they couldn’t outrun the wind.

The insects lost balance, falling and convulsing, while the traveling merchants gradually became enveloped by the wind of plague, their eyes losing their spark.

Some people farther away witnessed this and, having lived long in the Wasteland, their instincts told them that this rain was more dangerous than sandstorms, earthquakes, or swarms of insects.

A portion of them headed toward Utopia, seeking the City-state’s protection.

Others, seeing further ahead, bypassed Utopia altogether, rushing to further distances since they knew this torrential rain was not something a City-state could withstand—it was an extinction-level rain, and only by fleeing as far as possible could there be hope of survival.