"A true Turanian never believes in gods.

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

"However, the moment you appeared again, I felt from the bottom of my heart that there was a god, a real incarnation of the Turan civilization, protecting and guiding me in the dark, guarding the last hope.

"There is no candidate more suitable than an outsider who does not belong to the Holy Light camp to help the Turan civilization complete its mission, save us and himself.

"That's why I bring you here without hesitation to expose yourself, tell and give you everything I have.

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

"I hope that after listening to this story, you will understand that the original mother is not only a threat to the Turan civilization, but also a fatal threat to all civilizations living on this planet. If it is not stopped within a hundred years, once it is defeated by this extremely terrifying

The 'brain' uses spiritual magnets to create sufficiently powerful and numerous 'limbs'. If it breaks out of the ground, the entire planet will become its meal, and all intelligent life on the planet will become its playthings.

"My life has come to an end.

"No more help can be offered to you.

"Then, I wish you the best, strange friend.

"I wish you can successfully defeat the original mother and help Turan civilization get rid of ten thousand years of ignorance and chaos.

“I hope your civilization will not repeat the mistakes of the Turan civilization and become a hell where the weak eat the strong and the winner takes all.

"I hope you will not fall into the sight of the Holy Light Temple and be '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, and what kind of power allows so many people to travel...

When civilizations come together, who are we and where are we going?”

Accompanied by increasingly fainter sounds.

The crystal clear metal plate in front of Meng Chao gradually became dim and turbid.

It's like going from crystal carving to bronze casting.

And the bronze quickly developed spots of patina.

Under the corrosion of copper rust, the metal plate quickly fell apart.

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

Meng Chao seemed to be drifting with the current in a raging flood.

There are many hallucinations before my eyes, all of them are strange pictures and sounds.

Most of the content is about researchers with strange appearances, conducting long, boring, and dangerous experiments, playing with a dazzling array of experimental equipment, and colorful, mysterious liquids full of radioactivity.

There are also algorithms and formulas.

A hundred times more than the formulas engraved on the wall, they were dense, mysterious and complicated, like countless little insects dancing around after being drunk, all of which had penetrated into Meng Chao's brain cells.

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

Even though he has cultivated to the divine realm, his brain is a hundred times stronger than ordinary people on earth.

But as modern Homo sapiens, we naturally lack the ability to "haka", which still makes this kind of enlightenment-like 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 whirlpool.

I do not know how long it has been.

It was 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 suddenly sat up from the "sleep cabin".

Everything that happened a moment ago seemed like a dream.

However, in the depths of his brain, countless pieces of information were indeed added - information that was enough to make an explosive breakthrough for a civilization and whose value was immeasurable.

Meng Chao took a deep breath and barely suppressed the thought that his brain was about to burst through the Tianling Cap like a volcanic eruption. He climbed out of the dormant cabin and stumbled 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 Turan civilization has burned out the fire of life.

He is smiling and disintegrating.

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

These venoms, potions and liquid-like metal substances had already eroded his body to the brink of collapse. It was only through his tenacious willpower that he could persist to this day.

Until this moment, by 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 ten thousand years ago.

His body disintegrated in front of Meng Chao's eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The venom, drugs and spiritual magnets accumulated deep in the cells burst out uncontrollably, making his flesh and blood bloom like bunches of extremely gorgeous flowers.

In the dormant cabin where flowers bloomed, he used his last strength to raise 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 a crystal clear, faintly fluorescent green medicine.

The last researcher of Turan Civilization delivered the syringe to Meng Chao.

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

"I should remember your name."

Meng Chao said in ancient Turan language.

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

Despite those tongue-licking and overlapping sounds, I still stumbled a lot when I spoke.

At least he is much smoother than his past self, and also than many witch doctors and priests today.

Tails, who sent out the inhibitory potion, felt relieved.

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

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

"Asha..."

Meng Chao knew that "Asha" was the name of the three satellites of Turan's home star - the smallest one among the "Three Sisters" and the one farthest from the home star.

Because of its mass, volume, and orbit, "Asha" has always been the dimmest sister among the "three sisters" on the night of Turan's parent 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 but dawn has not yet come, "Asha" will move to a very unique orbit and angle, which can perfectly reflect the light of the star. At that moment,

, becomes extremely bright, dazzling, and brilliant, and can simply illuminate the hearts of all the Turan people who are suffering in the darkness and cold on the Turan home planet.

Whenever they see "Asha" shining brightly, the ancient Turan people know that the harsh winter that freezes everything is about to pass, and the good days when everything will revive and be full of vitality will soon come.

Therefore, in ancient Turan, "Asha" means "hope".

Meng Chao didn't know whether the last researcher was introducing his own name, repeating the name of the inhibitory agent to Meng Chao, or reminding Meng Chao not to forget the mission of the Holy Mountain Temple - the Hope.

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

He took half a step back and bowed slightly to the dormant cabin where flowers were blooming.

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

There must also be different positions and different interests.

But no matter what, the last researcher of the Turan civilization, and his ancestors who were unwilling to be ignorant and enslaved, and struggled to find a way to save the nation in the caves deep in the underground rock formations, deserve Meng Chao's most sincere tribute as an earthling.

Respect.

Compared to today's advanced orcs, the so-called "courage" of bullying the weak and killing each other.

What these researchers demonstrated is true courage—courage that belongs only to "human beings" and not to "beasts".

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

Even through the crystal medicine bag, he could feel a mysterious and powerful force flowing down his palm and penetrating into his internal organs, limbs and bones, as well as the eight extraordinary meridians.

The totem armor that was ready to move just now immediately became silent and submissive.

Meng Chao's consciousness seemed to be able to flow into the depths of the spiritual magnets that made up the totem armor along with the mysterious power in the Hope Potion, exploring, suppressing and controlling every nanostructure.

It was only at this moment that he had perfect control over this totem armor that contained infinite power.

Feeling that his power was increasing exponentially, but his control was not weakened at all, and instead he felt more and more proficient in using his arms and fingers, Meng Chao was satisfied and grinned.

I began to think about the last researcher of the Turan civilization and the "mission" entrusted to him.

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

Suppressing the "original mother" is not just the mission of the Turan civilization.

It is also the mission of Dragon City Civilization.

Because, it’s not just the underground of Turanze that has these things dormant... I don’t know whether they should be called “original mothers”, “mother fragments” or “egg of chaos”.

Since these ghosts all originated from the "matrix" of super carbon-based organisms in the ancient times, there must be mysterious and mysterious connections between them. Maybe they can be reunited and return to the sky-shielding and sun-shielding form of the ancient times.

A terrifying form that can extend its tentacles above the atmosphere.

Dragon City and Tulanze are within easy reach.

It's a grasshopper on a rope.

Regardless of the terrifying existence inside the "Egg of Chaos", it matures and breaks out of the ground.

It was the Temple of Holy Light that used destructive means to purify everything contaminated with the aura of chaos before the "Egg of Chaos" completed its evolution.
Chapter completed!