There is nothing new under the sun.

What happened next in Turanze has also happened many times on Earth.

It’s nothing more than “There was a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou were cannibals.”

In fact, when Dragon City just traveled through time, it also experienced such a bloody era where order was broken down, the jungle was eaten by the strong, and lawlessness.

In a new world where zombies, viruses, floods, and monsters are raging, there may not be people on earth who have become direct or indirect "cannibals."

But the lucky thing about Dragon City is that this megacity with tens of millions of people, complete industrial, scientific research and education systems, stores a large amount of war preparation materials including food, and has a large number of troops stationed in it, can instantly travel to another world.

boundary.

Even though we are in a different world.

The people of Longcheng still retain vivid memories of earth civilization.

The laws and morals of the Earth Age still have strong inertia.

When the garrison fought against scourges and zombie viruses, before the entire army was annihilated, the brilliance of humanity that bloomed was like a blazing flame, enough to illuminate the way forward for the survivors in the bloody and dark era.

The most important thing is that the people of Longcheng did not directly travel to the "mother body fragment" like the ancient Turan people.

Instead, it maintains a just right distance from the parent body fragments, which is neither too far nor too close.

This prevents the mother body fragment from directly extending its claws to the people on earth.

They can only transform into a monster mastermind, create a monster civilization, and then drive a large number of monsters to attack Dragon City from the outside.

The overwhelming tide of beasts not only failed to crush the backbone of the people of Longcheng, but instead prompted the people of Longcheng to work together and unite closely to re-establish order, law, morality and even civilization.

The misfortune of the ancient Turan people was that they were targeted by fragments of the mother body as early as the moment they crossed over.

The power of the mother body fragments, with the help of spiritual magnets, invaded their bodies and even their brains.

Demons born from the depths of the soul are naturally a hundred times more difficult to deal with than monsters invading from the outside.

And when the first ancient Turanite couldn't help but break through the bottom line of law, morality and humanity, and raised a butcher's knife or even a table knife to his compatriots.

Another characteristic of spiritual magnets has also been discovered.

The spiritual magnetic battle armor condensed from spiritual magnets can actually store the owner's combat skills, memory and experience.

Moreover, through the fusion of two groups of spiritual magnets and the superposition of two sets of magnetic armor, the old master's combat skills, memories and experiences can be transferred to the new master's body and mind!

In other words

Just kill your own countrymen.

What you can obtain is not only the food and flesh and blood of your compatriots, but also the fighting power of your compatriots!

The more you kill, the stronger your fighting power becomes.

Kill one and you'll earn one, kill ten and you'll get tenfold, kill a hundred and you'll be domineering and invincible!

Everyone is killing everyone. If anyone doesn't kill, the spiritual magnet in his body will rebel and turn him into an irrational origin warrior.

Even if you can barely control your increasingly crazy mind, you will become a weakling in the eyes of everyone because you are deprived of food, spiritual energy, combat skills and experience for a long time, and become the next target of brutal killing.

Just like that, a new war began.

It is no longer a war between humans and beasts.

It is a war between people, all against all.

The killing storm swept across the entire Turanze.

Everyone is caught up in it.

Regardless of whether they are voluntary or forced, whether they are heroes or cowards, whether they are humble gentlemen or despicable villains, whether they are elated or extremely desperate, all ancient Turan people are struggling in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood created by themselves. They can only step on other people's heads and fight desperately.

Only by climbing up can you emerge from the sea and keep a glimmer of hope.

In fact, this time the mandala tree stopped bearing fruit and it only lasted for three to five years.

If all the ancient Turan people were willing to expel the spiritual magnets in their bodies and work together to overcome the difficulties, it might not be impossible to survive based on the population and land carrying capacity at the time.

But tragedy still happened.

In just three to five years, the ancient Turan people killed each other with more cruelty than the protracted monster war.

Only when the datura flowers withered and the branches were once again covered with heavy fruits did people wake up from this long, bloody, and unbearable nightmare.

People who were surviving the disaster were full of complicated emotions and did not dare to look into each other's eyes.

No one has counted how many people died from cannibalism.

No one has yet counted whether the dead Turan people starved to death because others robbed them of their food, or whether they were simply used as food.

The impact of this incident on the Turan civilization went far beyond the sharp decline in population.

It completely shattered the idea of ​​Turan civilization, shook the spirit of the Turan people, and reshaped the Turan people's definition of "civilization" and "humanity."

It's like being stranded on a desert island in a shipwreck and having to kill each other in order to survive. The survivors who are finally rescued can no longer face normal society or their "normal" selves in the past.

What's more, the failure of the datura tree is a highly probable event that repeats periodically.

Although the datura tree is now growing again with fragrant fruits, it seems that it can never be eaten.

Who knows when the next datura tree will stop bearing fruit, and how long it will last?

This time it's three to five years.

What if the next time is seven or eight years, ten years, or decades?

The ancient Turan people, with the Sword of Damocles hanging high above their heads, could not even deceive themselves and pretend that nothing happened.

They must face the cruel reality and find a way to survive.

The ancient Turan people made a last ditch effort.

They concentrated all their strength and resources and launched a massive exploration toward the north of the Turan River Basin, in the direction of the Land of Holy Light, and were ready to turn this exploration into a desperate expedition at any time.

When irreconcilable conflicts arise within a civilization, finding an external enemy or prey and transferring all conflicts away is one of the best answers to resolve the conflicts.

Thousands of years later, the Turan people did indeed do this.

But at that time, the space ripples caused by the Hope crossing and bombarding the underground rock formations of Turanze had not yet dissipated.

The entire area around Tulanze, like the area around Dragon City, is filled with fog that blocks out the sky and the sun.

Anyone who attempts to pass through the fog will be completely lost in the fog, which is so high, thick, and deep that they cannot see their fingers.

Those who are lucky, after stumbling around for ten days and a half, will circle back to Turanze from another incredible direction.

Those who are unlucky will disappear into the depths of the mist forever.

No one knows whether they were swallowed by ferocious beasts and fell into endless swamps and abyss.

Or simply torn into pieces or even particles by the countless gaps in space.

The ancient Turan people called the ripples in space the "mysterious wall".

The entire Tulanze is blocked by "mysterious walls" from all directions.

The ancient Turan people were like bacteria trapped in a petri dish from which no one could escape.

As for persuading the entire tribe to give up their spiritual magnets, it is even more whimsical and extremely childish.

A double-edged sword is also a sword.

It is better to hold a double-edged sword that can cut you at any time than to walk into the cruel wilderness with empty hands.

By the time they realized the dangers and side effects of spiritual magnets, the Turan civilization had gone too far and was too deeply bound to spiritual magnets.

To give up the spiritual magnet is to give up the power to break mountains and stones; to give up the immune system that seems to protect the flesh and blood body from being eroded by foreign germs; to give up the precision machinery with precise structure and endless changes; to give up the deep-rooted memory brought by killing and conquest.

Pleasure.

This is not called "a strong man cutting off his wrist".

But "the strong man is beheaded".

Besides, there are also totem beasts!

As the mandala tree bears fruit again, the number of totem beasts also increases exponentially.

These ignorant beasts don't care about "double-edged swords" or not. They only know how to devour, reproduce, and kill crazily, venting the overwhelming vitality brought by underground spiritual energy.

The number of totem beasts seemed to increase tenfold overnight.

Turan civilization has not yet decided how to solve a series of problems such as "original mother, mandala tree, spiritual magnet and famine".

The overwhelming tide of beasts came to the city again.

Then there's no way.

Travelers who are trekking long distances in the desert and are about to die of thirst in the next second have no choice but to drink it all, even if they know that there is a glass of poisoned wine in front of them.

The ancient Turan people gave up thinking.

It once again absorbed and activated more spiritual magnets, condensed them into more powerful magical weapons and spiritual magnetic armor, and pounced on them in the most primitive, brutal, brutal and bloody manner, accompanied by a war cry louder than that of ferocious beasts.

A surging tide of beasts.

But this time, many people have changed.

In the past, the Turan people fought for civilization and were willing to sacrifice everything for the continuation and rise of civilization.

Now, Turan is as brave and fearless as before, but every time he pounces on the surging beasts, he always thinks carefully about how much benefit this battle can bring to him.

In the past, the Turan people could safely hand over their flanks and backs to any Turan stranger they had never met, because they firmly believed that they all had a common name, called "compatriots"!

Now, the Turan people only believe in their blood relatives and the very few people who broke through the bottom line with them and accepted the "test" during the famine period. Only these people are their "similar people".

In the past, the strong people in the Turan civilization were willing to help and teach the weak, because they believed that every time a weak person became a strong person, the overall combat effectiveness of the Turan civilization would increase a little.

Only civilization can become the master of the new world.

Now, whenever a strong person sees a weak person with extraordinary talents, before helping and teaching the other person, he will always subconsciously wonder in his heart whether his kindness or stupidity will cultivate the most dangerous person for himself in the next famine era.
Chapter completed!