Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"The real Turanites never believed in gods.

"In other words, the memories, wisdom, and courage of our ancestors passed down through the 'Haka'... are our gods, our ancestors.

"However, the moment you reappeared, I felt from the bottom of my heart that there was a god, a real incarnation of Turan civilization, who blessed and guided me in the dark, guarding my last hope.

"There is no one who is more suitable than outsiders who do not belong to the Holy Light camp to help Turan civilization complete its mission, save us and save himself.

"That's why I will not hesitate to expose, bring you here, tell and give you everything I have.

"This is the story of Turan civilization, and it is also the story of us—all the rebels who are unwilling to submit, unwilling to be enslaved, and unwilling to fall into ignorance and killing forever.

"I hope that after listening to this story, you can understand that the original mother is not only a threat to the Turanian civilization, but also a fatal threat to all civilizations living on this planet. If it is not stopped within a hundred years, once this extremely terrifying The 'brain' uses spiritual magnets to shape enough powerful and diverse 'limbs'. If it breaks out of the ground, the entire planet will become its belly, and all intelligent life on the planet will become its playthings.

"My life has come to an end.

"I can't help you any more.

"Then, bless you, strange friend.

"I wish you success in defeating the original mother and helping the Turan civilization get rid of 10,000 years of ignorance and chaos.

"May your civilization not repeat the mistakes of the Turanian civilization and become a hell where the weak prey on the strong.

"I hope you don't fall into the sight of the Holy Light Temple, being 'purified' into ashes by the burning Holy Light.

"I wish you prosperity and endless life on this mysterious planet, and find the truth hidden behind this planet-what is the so-called time travel, what kind of power makes so many people When civilizations come together, who are we and where are we going?"

Accompanied by weaker and weaker voices.

The crystal clear metal plate in front of Meng Chao's eyes gradually became dim and cloudy.

It was as if carved from crystal and cast in bronze.

And spots of copper rust soon appeared on the bronze.

Under the erosion of patina, the metal plate quickly fell apart.

It turned into billions of beams of light and rushed into Meng Chao's brain.

Meng Chao seemed to be drifting in a raging flood.

There are many hallucinations in front of my eyes, all of which are bizarre pictures and sounds.

Most of the contents are strange-looking researchers who are conducting long, boring, and dangerous experiments, playing with a variety of experimental equipment, and colorful and mysterious liquids full of radioactivity.

There are also algorithms and formulas.

There were hundreds of times more formulas engraved on the wall, densely packed, mysterious and complicated, like countless dancing bugs after being drunk, all of them got into Meng Chao's brain cells.

Meng Chao knew that this was the last researcher of the Turan civilization, and he had transmitted the experiment logs and research data of ten thousand years to him through "Haka".

Rao is that he has cultivated to the god level, and his brain is a hundred times stronger than ordinary people on earth.

However, as a modern Homo sapiens, he naturally lacks the ability of "Haka", which still makes this enlightening data transmission like a torture for the brain.

Meng Chao could only grit his teeth.

Struggling in the torrent of information, trying to emerge from the maelstrom.

I do not know how long it has been.

So long that he was almost in a trance, thinking that he was a Turan researcher who was born and died in a secret research base.

His consciousness finally surfaced.

"call--"

Meng Chao sat up suddenly from the "sleep cabin".

Everything that happened a moment ago seemed like a dream.

However, in the depths of his brain, indeed, countless information has been added—enough to make an explosive breakthrough in a civilization, information of inestimable value.

Meng Chao took a deep breath, barely restraining the thought that his brain was about to burst through the sky cap like a volcanic eruption, climbed out of the dormant cabin, and fumbled towards the cabin where the "human-faced spider" was.

He saw an incredible picture.

In the dormant cabin filled with nutrient solution, the last researcher of the Turan civilization has burned out the fire of life.

He was smiling and disintegrating.

In his not-too-long life, he had injected various venoms, drugs, highly corrosive liquids, and spiritual magnets with different nanostructures into his body countless times to test different versions of inhibitory medicines.

These venoms, potions, and liquid metal-like substances had already eroded his body to the brink of collapse. Only by his tenacious willpower could he persist until today.

Until now, after handing over the heavy burden, he was finally able to get rid of all anxiety, pain and despair, and return to the splendid and prosperous Turan civilization 10,000 years ago.

Before Meng Chao's eyes, his body disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The venom, medicine, and spirit magnet accumulated in the depths of the cells exploded uncontrollably, making his flesh and blood like bunches of extremely gorgeous flowers, blooming to the extreme.

In the dormant cabin full of flowers, he exhausted his last strength and raised his tail.

The huge scorpion tail slowly bloomed like a crab claw chrysanthemum, revealing a syringe carved from crystal and embedded with a metal coil.

The medicine bag at the back of the syringe is filled with crystal clear green medicine that faintly emits fluorescence.

The last researcher of Turan civilization sent the syringe to Meng Chao.

With a solemn expression, Meng Chao took half a step forward and took the syringe with both hands.

"I should remember your name."

Meng Chao spoke in ancient Turanian.

Through "Haka", he roughly grasped the pronunciation characteristics of ancient Turan language.

Despite those flicks of the tongue and repeating sounds, I can still speak stumblingly.

At least it is much smoother than my past self, and many witch doctors and priests now.

The tail that sent out the inhibitor was relieved.

After curling up slightly, as if waving goodbye to Meng Chao, he slowly sank into the sleeping cabin.

After a moment of silence, the last voice of the researcher came from the dormant cabin:

"Asha..."

Meng Chao knew that "Asha" was the name of the smallest satellite among the three satellites of Turan's mother star—"Three Sisters", which was the farthest from the mother star.

Because of the mass, volume, and orbit, "Asha" has always been the bleakest little sister among the "Three Sisters" in the night of Turan's mother star.

Even many twinkling stars can take away her brilliance.

However, in the coldest days of winter, when the long night is about to pass and the dawn has not yet come, "Asha" will move to a very unique orbit and angle, which can perfectly reflect the light of the stars. , became incomparably bright, resplendent, and resplendent, and could almost illuminate the hearts of all the Turanites who were suffering in the darkness and cold on the Turan mother planet.

Whenever seeing "Asha" shining brightly, the ancient Turanians knew that the severe winter that froze all things was about to pass, and the good days when all things were revived and full of vitality were coming soon.

Therefore, in ancient Turan language, "Asha" represents "hope".

Meng Chao didn't know whether the last researcher was introducing his name, repeating the name of the inhibitor to Meng Chao, or reminding Meng Chao not to forget the Holy Mountain Temple—the mission in the depths of the Hope.

Meng Chao only knew that it was still too late, the destruction had not yet happened, and there was still hope for everything!

He took half a step back and bowed slightly to the blooming dormant capsule.

Although they come from different worlds, different planets, and different civilizations.

There must also be different positions and different interests.

But in any case, the last researcher of the Turan civilization, and his ancestors who were unwilling to be ignorant and enslaved, and struggled to find the way to save the country and survive in the caves deep in the underground rock formations, are worthy of Meng Chao's most sincere greetings as a person on Earth. tribute.

Compared with today's high-level orcs, the so-called "courage" of bullying and killing each other.

What these researchers show is real courage—the courage that belongs to "human beings" rather than "beasts".

Meng Chao held the "Hope Potion" tightly in his hands.

Even through the crystal medicine sac, he could feel a mysterious and powerful force, along the palm of his hand, penetrate into the internal organs, limbs, and eight meridians.

The totem armor, which was about to move just now, immediately became silent and obedient.

Meng Chao's consciousness seemed to be able to pour into the depths of the spirit magnet that made up the totem armor along with the mysterious power in the hope potion, exploring, suppressing and controlling every nanostructure.

Until this moment, he was able to perfectly control this pair of totem armor with infinite power in his own hands.

Feeling that his strength had increased exponentially, but his control had not weakened in the slightest, instead he felt more and more proficient with his arms and fingers. Meng Chao was satisfied and grinned.

Start thinking about the "mission" entrusted to him by the last researcher of Turan civilization.

Combining Meng Chao's past life memories, and everything he found in the Fog Absolute Territory, the base camp of monster civilization, the last researcher was right.

Suppressing the "Original Mother" is not just the mission of Turan civilization.

It is also the mission of Dragon City Civilization.

Because these things are not only dormant in the ground of Turanze... I don’t know if they should be called "original mother", "mother fragments" or "eggs of chaos".

Since these ghost things are all derived from the super carbon-based biological "matrix" of the ancient times, there must be a mysterious and incredible connection between them. Maybe they can be reunited and restored to the ancient times. A terrifying form capable of extending its tentacles above the atmosphere.

Dragon City and Turanze are within easy reach.

It's a grasshopper on a rope.

Regardless of the terrifying existence in the "Egg of Chaos", it matured and emerged from the ground.

Or the Temple of Holy Light, before the "Egg of Chaos" completes its evolution, preemptively purifies everything that has been contaminated with the aura of chaos by means of destruction.

The Dragon City civilization will be the second victim after the Turan civilization.