Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

From then on, the heroes no longer wholeheartedly fight for civilization, but take advantage of the monster wars to continuously harvest and monopolize all resources including spiritual magnets, expand their power frantically, breed more blood descendants, and form an absolute allegiance Before the next famine comes, your own clan, warbands and wargroups will gain an absolute advantage and build unattainable barriers.

Originally, everyone in the Turan civilization was eligible to obtain a spiritual magnet.

The harvested totem beast flesh and blood will also be distributed to every compatriot as fairly as possible to ensure that they have the right to become stronger and survive.

But now, as soon as the spirit magnet was produced, it fell into the hands of the heroes of the past, and today's powerful figures.

The sanctimonious bigwigs even introduced a law - only those who have passed the test can get the spiritual magnet.

For very good reasons:

"Spiritual magnets are both precious and dangerous. They are important strategic materials of the Turanian civilization. They can only be used in the body of elites with extraordinary talents. If they are obtained by a waste who has no talent, is unwilling to practice hard, and has a fragile heart , not only is it a huge waste, but also eats back the body and even the soul of the waste, turning him into a monster that is neither human nor ghost!"

Of course, the standard of the trial is completely in the hands of the strong.

Who can pass the trial, get the spiritual magnet, and become a high-ranking elite.

Whoever will be insulated from the spiritual magnet for the rest of his life, and will be reduced to a waste at the mercy of others, will be decided by the strong who have already monopolized a large amount of resources.

If the weak want to obtain the spiritual magnet, they must be attached to the strong, branded with the strong, and serve the strong instead of the entire civilization.

Otherwise, not only will they be precarious in the monster war, but they will also be the first to fall prey when the famine strikes again.

And those who monopolize resources, form barriers, and beggar-thy-neighbors, even if they have developed a new method of using psionic energy and psychic magnets, they will no longer discuss and communicate with each other and make progress together as in the past.

They closed the door of communication, refused to disclose their details, and gradually formed five completely different styles of psychic release techniques and psychic magnet shaping techniques—that is the origin of the five major clans in the future.

As far as the five major clans are concerned, although there is fierce competition among them, they still have a common enemy.

No, not totem beasts.

Totem beasts are far from qualified to be their enemies, they are just a tool and a cover for them to control the entire civilization.

Their common enemy is that they feel that Turan civilization is gradually deteriorating and irretrievably falling into darkness, trying to find answers and weapons from the "good old days", rebuild scientific research and industrial systems, and use "technology" to fight "" power", to save the weak of civilization.

Technology is the only hope for the weak.

It is also the last obstacle preventing the strong from ruling Turan civilization forever.

The strong don't want people to be reminded of the "good old days".

Because in the old days, there were laws, morality, humanity, unity of will, and concerted efforts.

In the old days, it was wrong for people to eat people.

Once Turan civilization regains technology, go back to the past.

What the powerful did during the famine will be judged the most severely and will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

Therefore, the strong have intentionally or unintentionally trampled out the last few sparks that the Turan civilization rekindled the fire of technology.

Forgot and erased everything about the era of the mother star.

Not only physically, but also spiritually, willingly and proactively transforming from "human" to "beastman".

In the thousands of years since then, a lot has happened.

For example, the mandala tree failed to harvest again and again, and famine came again and again.

Every famine is like a ruthless sieve, which will filter the entire Turan civilization.

Leave behind those who are the strongest, most savage, and ruthless, who devote all their resources and energy to their own cultivation.

Kill those weak and idiots who are not active enough in training and fighting, fail to reserve too many resources, or invest precious resources in scientific research projects with little hope and no prospect.

The "big filter" again and again is constantly shaping and strengthening a new "humanity", "morality" and "law".

From the initial panic, the Turan people gradually became accustomed to it.

He even regards killing as an honor, and when the mandala tree hasn't bloomed for a long time, he can't wait and is eager to try.

For example, the totem beast was completely defeated, and could no longer organize an organized beast horde, but was completely reduced to a training tool and hunting target for the Turan people.

For example, the "Wall of Lost" finally collapsed, and the Turan people discovered the vast land of the Holy Light in the north, and came into contact with the Holy Light camp and had a fierce conflict.

During the fierce conflict with the Holy Light camp, the Turanites realized that stragglers were no match for the established army after all. To compete with the Holy Light camp, the Turan civilization still needed a minimum level of trust and discipline.

As a result, a large number of legends and myths about the ancestral spirits were born, giving all Turan people a common glory and mission.

They also came up with methods including "Game of the Brave", "Five Races", "Signing a blood oath in front of the ancestors and making a covenant", to vent their desire to kill while maintaining a minimum of organization.

All of these are shaping a new Turanian civilization.

However, no matter how many times the individual Turan people "evolved" to be stronger than 10,000 years ago with the help of the spiritual magnet.

The Turan civilization as a whole has lost, perhaps forever lost, the ability to climb to the peak of the technology tree again, break free from gravity, break out of the atmosphere, and gallop across the sea of ​​stars.

They are the children of the stars who travel through the universe.

Turned into a wild boar rolling in the rotten mud.

Even the strongest wild boar in the whole swamp.

It's just a pig who will never look up at the stars.

This is the story of Turan civilization.

Hearing that, Meng Chao's hands and feet were cold and he remained silent.

If the brave becomes a dragon is the eternal melody.

What power can guarantee that those strong men who vowed to fight for civilization and mankind will never tamper with the definitions of "civilization" and "humanity"?

If it is said that it took the Turan civilization a full 10,000 years to transform from "human" to "orc".

How many years will Dragon City last?

Meng Chao stared at the metal plate floating in the endless starry sky in front of him, and continued to ask, "Then, what's going on with you?"

"We... can be regarded as the last batch of researchers and technical experts of the Turan civilization."

Thousands of voices hidden in the metal plate said, "You can also think that we are the ones who discovered the 'Original Mother', made spiritual magnets, and cultivated Datura trees."

Meng Chao gasped.

"No, more precisely, we are not them, but their confusion, annoyance, fear, anger and remorse.

"We are their last words, their rage, the ultimate weapon they created, and the last hope they left for Turan civilization.

"We were born eight or nine thousand years ago. At that time, a very young spiritual magnet expert who lived on the Hope, in the 'Original Mother's Laboratory', accidentally discovered an amazing secret in an experimental error... ..."

The voice told Meng Chao that at that time, almost all scientific research projects of the Turan civilization were stagnant or even completely forgotten.

Only the original mother's laboratory on the Hope is still operating at a minimum, producing spiritual magnets continuously.

And the Hope and the original mother's laboratory are controlled by a very small number of strong people, that is, the ancestors of today's Golden Clan.

The spiritual magnet experts in the laboratory are like house arrest. Many experts have never left the Hope and the underground in their entire lives from birth to death.

And in order to ensure that the spiritual magnet experts have a minimum scientific research ability.

When the land is caught in repeated famines, civilization is constantly changing and degrading, and old knowledge, technology, law, and morality are lost.

The Hope, buried deep underground, is like the last safe haven, still storing a lot of old knowledge and memories.

Compared with the "similar" who showed more and more obvious characteristics of beasts on the ground and were proud of them, the spiritual magnet experts living on the Hope were more like humans—at least in appearance.

At that time, a young researcher who had just inherited a lot of knowledge and technology through "Haka" from his parents, but after all lacked a bit of enthusiasm, stood on the console for the first time.

He hurriedly prepared all the research materials and experimental equipment.

By ignoring two very similar labels, I made a low-level mistake and concocted a wrong catalyst.

When he used this catalyst as a nutrient solution and dripped it into the mucus scraped from the "Original Mother".

However, it was unexpectedly discovered that certain substances in the mucus had a reaction similar to neurons being stimulated.

The accident was quickly discovered and corrected.

It is no secret that the "Original Mother" is a kind of existence between living things and non-living things. When it is strongly stimulated, it will produce a reaction similar to that of lower living things.

In the heart of the little researcher, seeds of doubt were planted.

He vaguely felt that the neurological response value of the original mother's mucus was much higher than that of ordinary low-level creatures, so high that it was close to a certain... threshold.

Of course, the seeds of doubt are just seeds.

In the following decades, the young researcher has never had the opportunity and motivation to prove his suspicions.

Like all his colleagues, he followed the rules and fulfilled his duties. He studied how to make the spiritual magnet produce more nanostructures, and also studied how to make the "original mother" bigger and bigger and live more and more comfortably, so as to produce more spiritual magnets. magnet.

Until he passed on all his knowledge, technology and this seed of doubt to his children through "Haka".

Children passed on to children's children.

The seeds of doubt kept taking root.

At this time, the news from the ground, like the pervasive mercury, gradually penetrated into the hope that was buried deep underground.