Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

There is nothing new under the sun.

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

It's nothing more than "it was a year of drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou cannibalized".

In fact, when Dragon City just crossed over, it also experienced such a bloody era of order collapse, lawlessness and lawlessness.

In the new world ravaged by zombies, viruses, floods, and monsters, there may not be no people on earth who have become direct or indirect "cannibals".

But the luck of Dragon City is that this megacity with a population of tens of millions, a complete industrial, scientific research and education system, a large amount of war preparations including food, and a large number of troops stationed in it instantly traveled to a different place. boundary.

Although in another world.

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

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

Before the garrison fought against the flood beasts and zombie viruses, before the entire army was wiped out, the brilliance of humanity that bloomed was like a raging flame, which was enough to illuminate the direction of the survivors in the bloody dark age.

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

Instead, it kept a reasonable distance from the fragments of the mother body.

This makes it impossible for the fragments of the mother body to directly extend its claws to the earthlings.

He 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 animal horde, not only failed to crush the backbone of the people of Longcheng, but also prompted the people of Longcheng to work together, unite as one, and unite closely, re-establishing order, law, morality and even civilization.

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

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

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

And when the first ancient Turan 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 the spiritual magnet can store the master's combat skills, memories and experience.

Moreover, through the fusion of two groups of spiritual magnets and the superimposition of two sets of magnetic armor, the fighting skills, memories and experience of the old master can be transferred to the body and brain of the new master!

In other words——

Just kill your own kind.

What can be obtained is not only the food and flesh of the compatriots, but also the fighting power of the compatriots!

The more you kill, the stronger your fighting power will be.

If you kill one, you will earn one, if you kill ten, you will earn ten times, if you kill a hundred, you will be able to run rampant and invincible!

Everyone is killing and killing, and whoever doesn't kill, the spiritual magnet on his body will rebel, turning him into a samurai who lost his mind.

Even if he can barely control his mind that is gradually going crazy, he will become a fish belly and a weak chicken in the eyes of everyone because he has not been able to get food, spiritual power, combat skills and experience for a long time, and will become the next target to be slaughtered.

In this way, a new war began.

It is no longer a war between humans and beasts.

It's a war of people against people, all against all.

The killing storm swept across the entire Turanze.

Everyone is trapped in it.

Whether voluntary or forced, whether heroes or cowards, whether humble gentlemen or villains, whether elated or desperate, all the ancient Turanians were struggling in the mountain of corpses and blood they created by themselves. Only by climbing up can you surface the sea and keep a glimmer of life.

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

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

But tragedy still happened.

In just three to five years, the cannibalism of the ancient Turanites was more tragic than the protracted war of monsters.

When the datura flowers withered one after another and the branches were covered with heavy fruits again, people woke up from this long, bloody, unbearable nightmare.

The people who survived the catastrophe were full of complicated emotions and did not dare to look each other in the eye.

No one has counted how many people died of cannibalism.

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

The impact of this incident on the Turan civilization is far more than a sharp drop in population.

It completely shattered the concept of Turan civilization, shook the spirit of the Turan people, and reshaped the Turan people's definition of "civilization" and "human beings".

It's like living on a deserted island in a shipwreck. In order to survive, they had to kill each other. The survivors who were finally rescued could no longer face the normal society and the "normal" self in the past.

What's more, the failure of the mandala tree is a high-probability event that repeats periodically.

Although right now the mandala tree has regrown fruit with a tangy aroma, which seems to be endless.

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

This time it was three or five years.

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

The ancient Turanians, with the sword of Damocles hanging high above their heads, could not even deceive themselves and pretend that nothing had happened.

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

The ancient Turanians made one last effort.

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

When irreconcilable contradictions arise within civilization, finding an external enemy or prey to transfer all contradictions away is one of the best answers to resolve the contradictions.

Thousands of years later, the Turan people did exactly that.

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

The surroundings of Turanze, like the surroundings of Dragon City, were filled with fog that covered the sky and the sun.

Anyone who tries to pass through the fog will be completely lost in the fog where he can't see his fingers, and he doesn't know how high, how thick, and how deep it is.

Those who are lucky, after stumbling around for ten days and a half months, will return to Turanze from another unbelievable direction.

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

No one knows whether they were devoured by fierce beasts and fell into endless swamps and abysses.

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

The ancient Turanians called the ripples in space "the maze wall".

All directions of the entire Turanze were firmly blocked by the "Massive Wall".

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

As for persuading all the clansmen to give up the spirit magnet together, it is even more whimsical and childish.

A double-edged sword is also a sword.

It is better to hold a double-edged sword that can cut yourself 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 Turanian civilization had gone too far and bound too deeply with spiritual magnets.

Giving up the spiritual magnet is equivalent to giving up the power of cutting mountains and rocks; giving up the immune system that seems to protect the flesh and blood from foreign germs; giving up the precision machinery with precise structure and infinite changes; pleasure.

This is not called "a strong man cuts his wrist".

It's "the beheading of a strong man".

Besides, there are totem beasts!

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

These muddle-headed 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 the underground psychic energy.

The number of totem beasts seems to have skyrocketed tenfold overnight.

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

The overwhelming beast horde once again approached the city.

Then there's no way.

A traveler who is trekking in the desert and will die of thirst in the next second, even if he knows that there is a glass of poisoned wine in front of him, he has no choice but to drink it up.

The ancient Turanians gave up thinking.

Absorbed and activated more spiritual magnets again, condensing them into more powerful magical weapons and spiritual magnetic armor, in the most primitive, barbaric, brutal, and bloody posture, accompanied by a louder battle cry than fierce beasts, rushed towards A torrent of beasts broke out.

But this time, many people have changed.

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

The Turanians were as brave and fearless now as they had been, but each time they pounced on a horde of beasts, they thought carefully how much the battle would do them for themselves.

In the past, the Turanians could safely hand over their flanks and backs to any Turanian who had never met before, because they firmly believed that each other had a common name, called "compatriots"!

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

In the past, the strong in the Turanian civilization were very willing to help and teach the weak, because they believed that every time a weak person became a strong one, the overall combat effectiveness of the Turanian civilization would increase a little. Civilization can become the master of the new world.

Now, whenever a strong person sees a gifted weak person, before helping and teaching the other person, he will subconsciously wonder whether his kindness or stupidity will cultivate the most dangerous person for himself in the next famine era. enemy?