T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 568, Section 567: Left and Right Brain Interaction

The Anar Empire officially determined that the collapse of resources in the Dimir Forest was caused by years of bumper harvests, leading to a surge in monsters that reached the limits of the region's ecological carrying capacity, resulting in a regional monster riot.

In this incident, the 400 Dark Lion Guards stationed on the border fought bravely to defend Dimir City and all of them died for their country.

Externally, the incident was categorized as a collapse of the ecological balance, rather than a man-made disaster.

Internally, Kurien erased the Dark Lion Guard Chief's foolish actions, compromised with some people, and saved face for his loyalists.

Anna's top management all believed that this was the whole truth.

However, Vanessa and others, who had an omniscient perspective, were well aware of the clear existence of a third party in the incident.

The Corrupted Serpent People live deep in the dense forests outside Dimir City.

Looking beyond the empire's borders, their power is barely among the top ranks, far inferior to powerful races like the Forest Elves and Dark Elves.

However, by manipulating high-level monsters and stimulating unintelligent monsters, they prematurely matured the berserk giant lightning, making Dimir City the first victim.

If Dimir City remains unscathed, it may affect the monster unrest within itself, which can be resolved effortlessly.

If Dimir falls, it will weaken the Empire's military strength on the border.

Those who are keen to investigate the oddities of this incident will find that the biggest beneficiaries are not the snake people, but other, more powerful races, who have shifted the blame elsewhere.

If the Empire were to clash with the suspected race as a result, it would be an opportunity for the Serpent People.

Historically, they have successfully remained hidden behind events, outmaneuvering everyone.

At this very moment, outside Dimir City, many alien races bordering the Anna Empire were aware of the monster attack and sent high-level mages to observe from a distance.

They dared not cross the empire's borders, for doing so would be tantamount to invasion.

The sounds of fierce fighting still echoed in Dimir, so they assumed that the city-state was still under the protection of that majestic lion.

No race was prepared to break ties with the behemoth that was Anna.

The snake-man is an exception.

They were eager to confirm the elves' suspicions, and to that end, they had already quietly crossed the border, using potions to manipulate some of the monsters within the territory.

Anyway, the battlefield is chaotic enough, enough to fish in troubled waters.

If you get too close, they'll notice.

Completely undetected, yet impossible to frame.

They eagerly awaited unlucky souls leaving the city, so they could kill them with manipulated monsters, leaving behind some intriguing clues for the empire to pursue.

It was a very clever technique, but Kurien had no intention of investigating it further and was eager to turn the page.

Aside from the snake people, countless hungry monsters outside Dimir City are also heading towards this buffet-style area littered with corpses.

The hasty escape was just a takeout delivery to the door.

It's simply a matter of whether it's dedicated delivery or crowdsourcing.

We absolutely must not leave the city. If we do, we'll not only have to deal with the monsters, but also the cunning and despicable snake people.

The Tetraprimal only explained the latter, and the restless crowd stopped shouting to run away and instead asked in fear what to do.

"Hold."

"Us?"

"Tomorrow, after sunrise, reinforcements will arrive from Kekri Fortress." The Primal shouted, injecting a boost of confidence into everyone. "The messengers are effective, but they have also been attacked by monsters and are currently unable to spare any more resources."

The crowd murmured, and although there were some voices of doubt, their tone was no longer as desperate as before.

The Four Primals were not lying; the monster disturbance affected a large area. According to records, the neighboring Kekri Fortress was only able to kill and repel the horde of monsters attacking the city near midnight.

I, like a butterfly, cannot create a hurricane powerful enough to change history before even landing.

So if we just hold out for one night, the problem will be solved!

But... how can we defend it?
The Four Primal Bodies, now nominally the highest-ranking official in Dimir City, was being watched by countless eyes and swallowed hard.

Historically, almost all of Dimir's city was destroyed.

Only a few survivors managed to escape by hiding in the cellar and not being dug out by the monsters.

Hiding is useless; the monster's senses are far more acute than you might imagine.

Tetraporus stroked his chin and suddenly thought of a keyword that appeared on the academic tree diagram.

"hunger."

It's clearly impossible to expect these low-intelligence monsters to cooperate with each other.

They are simply driven by their survival and hunting instincts.

Once the resonance that permeated the group disappears, the monsters will revert to their most primitive state—survival of the fittest.

The tetra-primate's eyes lit up.

Are there any monsters still on the verge of death?

Everyone present looked around in bewilderment.

"Find any monsters that are still alive! Search through piles of corpses, before they get into the city!"

The soldiers remained efficient and immediately sprang into action upon hearing the order, searching along the piles of corpses and traps for individuals matching the description.

After searching, they actually found many monsters of varying sizes that were barely holding on by relying on their physical strength.

“Drag them all to the middle of the road and place them in a conspicuous spot.”

Elder Tok, a centurion with extensive hunting experience, immediately understood the Primal's thoughts.

Seeing that some fools remained indifferent out of fear, he shouted and cursed.

"If you don't want to die, get moving!"

"These gasping-for-breath creatures won't kill you, but the ones entering the city later won't be so gentle!"

The tetra-prime issued a second command.

"Collect any usable weapons—swords, spears, hammers, anything goes, I want them all!"

Before long, the weapons recovered from the corpses were neatly arranged on the ground.

"Bring out everyone over the age of 14 from the cellar!" "Women too! Anyone who can carry a weapon, draw a bow, or even wave a torch, come out!"

"This is not a discussion, it's an order!"

Old Tok, who was in charge of relaying orders to the Tetraprimes, hesitated; his lips trembled.

"Male men over 14 are fine, but those women..."

"What's wrong with women? If they can't lift swords, can't they lift torches?" The Primal gritted its teeth. "Do you think monsters are picky eaters, only consuming men and letting them go?"

"Did you think that hiding in the cellar would suddenly disable the monsters' senses? The cellar door has a built-in magic-blocking effect, so it's unaffected?"

"Compared to dying in the cellar and being devoured by monsters, they have a glimmer of hope if they fight on the surface, unless they are willing to hear the monsters bite their necks and gnaw on their bones."

"I'll say it again: send all the children to the basements of the city's great nobles, and have people defend the nearby strongholds."

"That way, even if they all die, the monsters will have eaten their fill and had their fun, and won't bother looking for the hidden basement entrance to attack."

"I can't protect other people's strongholds, and I don't plan to rescue them. I'll leave it to fate."

A terrified voice rang out in protest.

It was a woman whose features were obscured. She cried out in a mournful voice, "There are so many corpses in the city, shouldn't the demons eat them? Why are they so cruel!"

“Cruel?” The Four Primal Bodies laughed in anger. “In the minds of monsters, there is no such thing as cruelty. Eating is instinct, and killing prey is also instinct. This is the memory engraved in their blood, which will awaken when they encounter the corresponding situation.”

Someone else said.

"You bullshit!"

A person huddled in the shadows of the ruins suddenly screamed; the hem of his dirty skirt was stained with the child's blood.

"Those monsters are clearly eating corpses! They don't care about the living at all! We just need to hide..."

He interrupted without hesitation.

“I can’t control whether they eat corpses or living people. I hope you’re sober. You’d better assume they all love to eat living people. Don’t take any chances, or you’ll die a terrible death.”

The Tetras knew that what they had said had caused many people who thought they could escape by hiding to secretly curse and begin to consider fleeing.

He turned to look at old Tok and called out the roll call in a serious and loud voice.

"Centurion Tok"

"Yes!"

“All my comrades have perished, and now I am the only survivor.” The Primal Body’s eyes sharpened. “I am not one to cling to life or fear death. Since I demand that everyone enter this horrific inferno with me, then…”

The four protoss drew their broadswords that had sunk into the ground.

"I will forsake magic and travel with you."

"I will not retreat. I will live and die with you until dawn."

"Go get them!" is a phrase everyone can shout.

Follow me, but you need to be prepared.

The four original entities are enlightened.

The game started in a disastrous way, with no room for error.

A physical training teacher named Xinlv once said that on the battlefield where life and death hang in the balance, the more afraid you are of dying, the more likely you are to die.

Coward, death is relentlessly pursuing you.

The brave are feared even by death.

The primary mission of the Tetraprimes is to ensure their survival.

Organizing the survivors to resist as much as possible will increase their chances of survival, and incidentally, help these poor souls.

Having said all that, those who remain ignorant and cling to wishful thinking can only be described as the survival of the fittest mechanism already playing out prematurely in Dimir City.

"Roar~!!!!!"

A powerful roar tore through the silent night sky.

The tranquility of Dimir City was shattered in an instant, with roars of beasts echoing from all directions.

Interspersed among them were some mournful, dying cries.
Soon, a scout came running back.

"Tok, Tok, they're fighting!"

Old Tok clapped his hands sharply and knelt down on one knee before the Four Primarchs in excitement.

The identification of tetraplasm is correct.

Monsters are monsters. Previously, influenced by the collective atmosphere, they only attacked the humans in Dimir City.

But once their animalistic instincts regain the upper hand, they immediately realize that those accompanying them are not their companions, but their rivals.

Once the four original entities are found, the dying monsters displayed everywhere are the switches that trigger their ferocity.

They are not completely inanimate objects, and are very attractive to the hunting instincts of monsters.

The commotion generated by the hunt was like a whirlpool, enough to pull in all the surrounding monsters.

Like the unlucky one who fired the first shot in a battle royale game, all the teams that heard the gunshot couldn't wait to get close and join in the fun.

Many of the guys behind him who had received weapons and were still crying were overjoyed when they heard the news, thinking they wouldn't have to fight, and the four primal beings were too lazy to say anything more.

In a massive horde of monsters, there are always lucky ones who manage to bypass the battle and head straight for the "buffet table."

A massive, chaotic mess is inevitable.

The Primarchs selected 100 elites, and without exception, they were impressed by the Primarchs' courage to abandon magic and fight alongside them in hand-to-hand combat.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

The crowd shook their heads.

The four original bodies smirked: "I'm going to fight my way out of the city."

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My lord magician, what's with your words? Are you having a brain war with your left and right hemispheres?
(End of this chapter)