Chapter 1374: A Remade Civilization
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
There was nothing new under the Sun.
‘What happened next in Picturesque Orchid Lake had also happened on Earth many times.
It was nothing more than “the drought in the south of the Yangtze River and the cannibalism in Quzhou.”
In fact, when Dragon City had just transmigrated, it had also experienced such a b.l.o.o.d.y era where order collapsed. The strong preyed on the weak, and there was no law and order.
In the new world where zombies, viruses, floods, and monsters wreaked havoc, it was not necessarily impossible for Earthlings to become direct or indirect “cannibals.”
However, the fortunate thing about Dragon City was that it had tens of millions of people, a well-developed industrial, scientific research, and education system, stored a large amount of war-preparation materials, including food, and a large number of garrisons, in an instant, it had crossed over to the
Other World.
Even though it was in another world.
The people of Dragon City still retained vivid memories of Earth’s civilization.
The laws and morals of the Earth’s era still had strong inertia.
Before the garrison was completely annihilated in the fight against the flood, fierce beasts, and zombie virus, the brilliance of humanity that bloomed was like a raging flame, enough to illuminate the direction of the survivors in the b.l.o.o.d.y and dark era.
Most importantly, the people of Dragon City did not directly cross over to the “Mother fragment’like the ancient Tulan people.
Instead, they maintained a good distance from the mother fragment.
This made it impossible for the mother fragment to directly extend its claws to the people of Earth.
It could only transform into a monster’s main brain, create a monster civilization, and then drive a large number of monsters to attack Dragon City from the outside.
The overwhelming Beast Tide not only failed to crush the backbone of the people of Dragon City, but instead prompted the people of Dragon City to work together as a united city, closely united, and re-established order, law, morality, and even civilization.
The misfortune of the ancient Tulan people was that they had been targeted by the mother fragment the moment they had just transmigrated.
The power of the mother fragment, with the help of the spiritual magnet, had invaded their bodies and even their brains.
The demons bom from the depths of the soul were naturally a hundred times more difficult to deal with than the monsters that had invaded from the outside.
And when the first ancient Tulan could not help but break the bottom line of law, morality, and humanity, he raised his butcher knife or even a knife to his compatriots.
Another characteristic of the spiritual magnet was also discovered by people.
The spiritual magnet battle armor condensed from the spiritual magnet could actually store the battle skills, memories, and experiences of its owner.
Moreover, through the fusion of two spiritual magnets and the superposition of two sets of the spiritual magnet battle armor, the battle skills, memories, and experiences of the old owner could be transmitted to the new owner’s body and brain!
In other words —
As long as one killed their own compatriots.
‘What they could obtain was not only the food of their compatriots, the flesh and blood of their compatriots, but also the combat strength of their compatriots!
The more they killed, the stronger their combat strength would be.
They would earn one if they killed one, ten if they killed ten, and a hundred if they killed a hundred, they would be able to run Amuck and be invincible!
Everyone was killing without restraint. Whoever did not kill would be revolted by the spiritual magnets on their bodies, turning them into the origin warriors who had lost their reason.
Even if they managed to control their minds that were gradually going crazy, they would still become fish-bellies and weaklings in the eyes of everyone because they could not get food, spiritual energy, combat skills, and experience for a long time. They would become the next targets that would be
brutally killed.
Just like that, a new war began.
It was no longer a war between humans and ferocious beasts.
It was a war between humans, everyone against everyone.
The storm of slaughter engulfed the entire Tulan.
Everyone was caught in it.
‘Whether they were willing or forced, whether they were heroes or cowards, whether they were humble gentlemen or despicable people, whether they were happy or desperate, all the ancient Tulan people were struggling in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that they had created, only by
stepping on the heads of others and climbing up with all their might could they rise to the surface of the sea and preserve a chance of survival.
In fact, the mandala tree only stopped bearing fruit for three to five years.
If all the ancient Tulan people were willing to expel the spiritual magnets in their bodies and work together to overcome the difficulties, they might have been able to survive with the population and the carrying capacity of the land at that time.
However, tragedy still happened.
In just three to five years, the ancient Tulan people killed each other, and the extent of the tragedy surpa.s.sed the long-lasting monster wars.
‘When the mandala flowers withered and the branches were once again covered with heavy fruits, the people finally woke up from this long, b.l.o.o.d.y, and unbearable nightmare.
The people who had survived the disaster were filled with complicated feelings and did not dare to look into each other’s eyes.
No one had counted how many people had actually died from killing each other.
No one had even counted whether the dead Tulan people had starved to death because their food had been stolen by others, or had simply been treated as food.
‘The impact of this incident on the Turan civilization was far beyond the sharp decline in population.
It had completely shattered the ideology of the Turan civilization, shaken the spirit of the Turan people, and reshaped the Turan People’s definition of ‘civilization’and ‘Human Beings’.
It was like being stranded on a deserted island in a shipwreck. In order to survive, they had to kill each other. The survivors who were rescued in the end could no longer face the normal society and their ‘normal’self in the past.
Moreover, the decline of the mandala tree was a high probability event that was repeated periodically.
Although the mandala tree had grown back its fragrant fruit, it seemed like it would never be finished.
Who knew when the next mandala tree would stop bearing fruit and how long it would last?
This time, it was three to five years.
What if the next time was seven to eight years, more than ten years, or more than ten years?
The ancient Tulan people, who had the sword of Damocles hanging above their heads, could not even deceive themselves and pretend that nothing had happened.
They had to face the cruel reality and find a way to survive.
The ancient Tulan people made a final effort.
They gathered all their strength and resources and launched a ma.s.sive exploration toward the north of the Tulan River basin, which was the direction of the land of Holy Light. They were ready to tum this exploration into a desperate expedition at any time.
‘When there was an irreconcilable conflict within the civilization, finding an external enemy or prey to shift all the conflict away was one of the best solutions.
The Turan people thousands of years later did exactly that.
However, at that time, the s.p.a.ce ripples caused by the Hope’s attack on the underground layer of Turan Swamp had not disappeared.
The entire Turan ZE was covered in the same fog that surrounded Dragon City.
Anyone who tried to pa.s.s through the fog would lose their way in the fog.
Those who were lucky would stumble around for half a month before returning to Turan ze from a different direction.
‘Those who were unlucky would disappear into the depths of the fog forever.
No one knew whether they were swallowed by the ferocious beasts and fell into endless swamps and abysses.
Or they were simply torn into pieces or even particles by the countless spatial gaps.
The ancient Tulan people called the spatial ripples the ‘labyrinth’.
The entire Tulanze was blocked by the ‘labyrinth’in all directions.
The ancient Tulan people were like bacteria trapped in a Petri dish. No one could escape.
‘As for persuading the entire population to give up the spiritual magnet, it was even more fantastical and childish.
A double-edged sword was also a sword.
It was better to hold a double-edged sword that could cut oneself at any time than to walk into the cruel wilderness empty-handed.
By the time they realized the danger and side effects of the spiritual magnet, the Tulan civilization had already gone too far and was too deeply bound to the spiritual magnet.
Giving up the spiritual magnet was equivalent to giving up the power to split mountains and split rocks; the immune system that protected the body of flesh and blood from the erosion of germs from another world; giving up the precision machinery that had a precise structure and endless changes;
giving up the pleasure brought by killing and conquering, it was a pleasure that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
This was not called “A brave warrior cutting off the wrist”.
It was “A brave warrior cutting off the head”.
Moreover, there were totem beasts!
‘As the mandala tree bore fruit again, the number of totem beasts also increased exponentially.
These muddleheaded beasts did not care about the ‘double-edged sword’or the ‘double-edged sword’. They only knew how to devour crazily, multiply crazily, kill crazily, and unleash the spiritual energy that was brought by the underground, the overly surging vitality.
The number of totem beasts seemed to have increased tenfold overnight.
The Tulan civilization had yet to decide on how to solve a series of problems such as ‘mother origin, Mandala tree, spiritual magnet, and famine’.
The overwhelming Beast Tide once again arrived at the city gates.
There was nothing they could do.
After trekking in the desert for a long time, travelers who were about to die of thirst in the next second had no choice but to drink up even though they knew that what was placed in front of them was a cup of poison wine.
The ancient Tulan people gave up thinking.
They absorbed and activated more spiritual magnets again, condensing them into even more powerful divine weapons and spiritual magnetic battle armor. With the most primitive, barbaric, brutal, and b.l.o.o.d.y posture, accompanied by a battle cry that was even louder than the fierce beasts.., they pounced
on the surging beast tide.
But this time, many people had changed.
In the past, the Tulan people fought for the civilization, willing to sacrifice everything for the continuation and rise of the civilization.
Now, the Tulan people were as brave and fearless as in the past. However, before they lunged at the torrential beast tide, they had to think carefully about how many benefits the battle would bring them.
In the past, the Tulan people could entrust their flanks and backers to any Tulan they did not know because they firmly believed that they had a common name and were called ‘compatriots’!
Now, the Tulan people only believed in their own blood relatives and the few people who had broken through the bottom line with them during the famine and had been ‘tested’. Only these people were their ‘compatriots’.
In the past, the powerhouses of the Tulan civilization were very willing to help and teach the weak because they believed that every time a weak person became a powerhouse, the overall combat ability of the Tulan civilization would increase a little, and the small amount would add up, forming a tower of
sand, only then could the Tulan civilization become the Master of the New World.
Now, every time the powerhouses saw the gifted weaklings, before helping and teaching them, they would subconsciously wonder if their kindness or stupidity would create the most dangerous enemy for them in the next famine era, would they nurture the most dangerous enemy for themselves?