Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

At this point, the Turan civilization has completed the first stage, the change in appearance.

But at this time, the Turan civilization still retained a large amount of spiritual core originating from the mother planet.

No matter what the appearance looks like, the Turan people still believe in civilization, their compatriots, the power of working together and fighting against each other, believing that the fire of civilization needs everyone's efforts to protect it together, and believing that no matter when and where, no matter how dangerous it is Regardless of the situation, you can rest assured to leave your back to your compatriots.

When Hope traveled through the sea of ​​stars, countless martyrs united as one, united as one, and the noble spirit of going forward and dying, shining like a lighthouse, guiding the direction of the Turan people.

If only this lighthouse could shine forever.

Even if it looks like a ferocious beast.

Turan civilization may not fail to continue in a new way as people believe, and win the final victory in the battle for survival.

However……

A second stage of deeper, heart and spiritual changes begins.

In the monster war, the Turan civilization, which has been advancing triumphantly and winning steadily, was once again pushed to the edge of the cliff by a treacherous and unpredictable fate.

No, not totem beasts.

At this time, the totem beast has lost the ability to attack in an all-round way and destroy Turan civilization.

From "threat" to "trouble".

It even changed from "trouble" to the object of hunting, training, entertainment, and gathering raw materials for the Turan people.

The monster wars will end within three to five years.

Turan civilization is about to usher in a new era of great construction and great development.

All Turanites at the time believed in this.

Even the most cautious pessimists simply believe that the Turanians cannot completely wipe out the totem beasts, which will surely coexist with the Turanians for a long time like annoying cockroaches, fleas, and rats.

But cockroaches, fleas and rats, after all, are just scabies, and cannot interfere with the general direction of civilization.

This time, the deadly threat that came quietly was the Datura tree.

It is a mandala tree that flutters with the wind, spreads to the entire Turan River Basin, takes root in the earth, grows all over the mountains and fields, and bears numerous fruits, providing sufficient nutrition and spiritual power for the Turan people.

Suddenly one day, the mandala tree, which was originally diligent and hard-working, could automatically and consciously absorb spiritual energy from the depths of the earth, bred countless mandala fruits, so that the Turan civilization would not have to worry about food problems while the population was exploding. .

All blossomed.

Turanze turned into a sea full of flowers and incomparably gorgeous.

At first, facing the dreamlike scene, the ignorant Turanians were very happy.

They believe that this is both a symbol of victory.

It also represents the New World's recognition of outsiders.

From this moment on, the Turan civilization has been fully integrated into the ecosystem of the New World, and the Turan people have changed from outsiders to natives, and have become the natural masters of the New World.

The ecstatic Turan people sang and danced on the mandala tree full of flowers, and held a grand celebration.

People enjoyed food, drank wine, and laughed loudly around the mandala tree hand in hand.

The children dexterously climbed to the crown of the mandala tree like apes, picked off the overly bright flowers, wove them into beautiful garlands, and put them on their heads, as if they were wearing a crown dedicated to the "spirit of all things" .

Everything is so beautiful.

Too good to be a ridiculous farce.

And when the farce of several days and nights finally came to an end, and people gradually woke up from the hangover, they found it unbelievable that the mandala trees that bloomed did not bear fruit!

That's right, every datura tree in the entire Turanze—whether it grows on the banks of the fertile Turan River or in the barren land in the poor mountains and rivers.

Whether it is "Experiment No. 1", which has been carefully cultivated by biochemical experts, has been genetically tailored, and injected with a large amount of nutrient solution, or is a wild species or mutant species whose seeds are blowing in the wind and growing wildly like bamboo shoots.

It was as if by coincidence, some mysterious command was activated, and then the valve was tightly tightened.

Stop absorbing nutrients and spiritual energy from the ground, stop fruiting, and stop sending even a little bit of resources to the ground.

The Turanians were shocked.

You must know that in the past few decades, because of the spirit magnet and the mandala tree, despite the raging monster wars, the population of the Turan civilization has skyrocketed geometrically.

As the space shock brought by the Nozomi crossing gradually faded away, the environment of Turanze became more and more stable, with fewer and fewer earthquakes, floods and volcanic eruptions.

This also created a valuable space for the Turan people to thrive and thrive.

In addition, the spiritual magnet can not only stimulate the infinite expansion of various desires, but also shorten the time of life conception and postpartum recovery.

After coming to the new world, the Turan people's population growth rate far exceeded any period in the era of the home planet.

No one thought it was a problem until the datura tree was in bloom.

On the contrary, it is believed that the number of Turan people is still too small.

After all, their eyes are not limited to the Turan River Basin.

They are a great civilization that wants to conquer the entire new world and rush to the stars and seas again!

From the gravity and oxygen content of the habitable planet under his feet, as well as the size of the indigenous animals and plants, the volume and mass of the new world should be almost the same as the parent star.

Even in terms of the population size of the home planet, the New World can accommodate at least a hundred times more Turanians.

Anyway, the datura tree produces a steady stream of fragrant fruit.

Not only is there no possibility of food shortages.

What should be a headache is that there are too many Datura trees all over the mountains and fields, and too many Datura fruits. Many of the fruits are rich in nutrition and plump enough to be broken by blowing bombs. They either rot quickly and return to the earth, or they are cheap Totem beasts and snakes, insects, rats and ants dormant in the earth.

The Turanians, who are accustomed to drawing resources from the Datura tree, are like the children of a rich family who spend too much.

Never have the habit of saving and saving.

I have long forgotten how to cultivate, plant, fertilize, and harvest, and rely on my own hard work and sweat to obtain the food needed for survival-experts who understand relevant knowledge and technology have long since died, changed jobs, and became A brave orc.

Besides, even if they were willing to start from scratch, sowing seeds, planting crops, hard work and harvest, it would be impossible.

In the past few decades, the overdeveloped root system of the mandala tree prepared by the Turan people has grown wildly and intertwined unknowingly, firmly entrenched and controlling the entire Turan River Basin.

Digging deep enough, in both barren and fertile soil, can find a datura root system like a hibernating python.

The appetite of these roots is greater than that of the giant python that just woke up from hibernation.

They greedily suck every drop of nutrient in the depths of the earth.

Only the datura tree and its companion plants are nourished, thriving and strong.

The other plants deprived of resources and living space, even if they can grow out tremblingly, are like congenital deformities and acquired malnutrition. They simply cannot breed enough food for all Turan people.

On the journey of driving the Hope to cross the stars and seas, the Turanites have gone through a difficult period of extremely scarce resources.

The Turan people at that time knew how to break a grain of rice in half and eat it in two meals.

You can also eat the synthetic food produced by using your own body waste and recycling it hundreds of times without changing your face.

Such a Turanian not only knew what it was like to be hungry, but also knew how to endure hunger quietly, calmly, and quietly, until the shriveled stomach lost the ability to move.

When the hungry Turan came to the new world, relying on the stimulation of the spiritual magnet, they successfully concocted the Datura tree, and for the first time had almost endless food.

They also used to carefully restrain their appetite as if they were suffering from some kind of mental illness, and secretly hid the no longer precious food in various corners, lest the difficult years of food scarcity would come again.

However, the mandala tree is just too perfect.

Perfect to their ridiculous performance, as ridiculous as worrying that the sky will collapse.

More and more mandala fruits are piled up in every corner.

It is also like a flood that washes away Turan people's memory of hunger and lack.

There are even many Turan people who suffered from hunger in the difficult years and developed a strong sense of revenge.

Gobble up and spend extravagantly to avenge the unbearable "Hunger Age" when he was still on the Hope.

And no matter how they retaliate, frantically consume or even waste, there are still more and more mandala trees and mandala fruits, so much like sea water that will never dry up.

Later, whether it was the Turan people who suffered from mental illness and were too thrifty.

Or a vengeful, profligate Turanian.

All are dead.

——Even with sufficient food, Turanze at that time was still a place full of dangers and killing opportunities at every step.

Mortality rates among early settlers and hunters were extremely high.

An exploration team of dozens of people, after three to five years of activities in the wilderness, all the old people died and all were replaced with new ones. This is a normal thing.

The new generation born in Turanze has no concept of hunger.

Even through "Haka", the memory of their fathers suffering from hunger and hunger on the Hope would occasionally flash in their minds.

However, in the face of the mandala fruit that is full of pits and valleys, and the illusory and ridiculous memories, they are smashed to pieces by the reality in front of them almost instantly.

In response to the old saying of the earth people:

Everything that has been there since I was born is taken for granted and taken for granted.

If we say, the old people regard more and more mandala trees and fruits as inexhaustible sea water.

The new generation that was born and grew up with the Datura tree simply regards the Datura fruit as air.

Unless it's suffocating, who cares about the ubiquitous air?