"But, more of these creatures are approaching us!"
Someone roared and looked into the distance of the black swamp. More monsters with big eyes and tentacles were approaching.
These weak species are crawling slowly with sticky tentacles.
Although their movements are ridiculously slow, their strange power is extremely terrifying. Once surrounded by these big eyes...
"Even if you pay the price of death, you have to kill one!"
Medea took the initiative to lift the stone spear, transformed into the bravest warrior of the tribe, and charged straight forward.
Bang!!!
With just one spear, accompanied by a sharp and hoarse scream like a baby crying, the fragile big eyeballs quickly exploded, and the fishy smell rose to the sky. It turned into exploding disgusting viscous juice, densely spattering onto Medea's face.
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"Take it away!" She held up the sticky tentacles of the corpse with one hand, turned her head quickly, and when she came back to her senses, she was surrounded by seven or eight evil eyes, and she couldn't help but look miserable.
"Follow me and fight out!"
This was a very brutal fight.
Basically all of the tribe's powerful hunting team of nearly thirty people died.
They could obviously escape, but because they delayed their escape, they were surrounded by terrifying creatures. In the end, only three survivors escaped from this terrifying demonic swamp that seemed to be cursed by death.
"All dead."
Medea, an extremely strong and wise woman, could not help crying.
She looked at the two last warriors beside her and knew what this meant.
Over the years, most of the brave tribal men have died in search of food and hunting giant beasts. There are only a hundred strong men left in the tribe of nearly a thousand people, and the rest are more than 900 old, weak, sick and disabled. Now three more have been lost.
one part....
They are almost facing the fate of destruction.
"However, our race will die sooner or later. It's a matter of time. It's better to give it a try." Medea took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the evil-eyed monster. "I hope that the corpse of this creature will be exchanged for a huge price."
, its evil blood can be useful..."
Over the years, countless people have tried to fuse the blood of various powerful giant beasts, hoping to have the power of a hero king like Gilgamesh and protect the tribe.
But except for the "blood of power" granted by God to unknown creatures, they all died, as if only the blood of special creatures was possible.
"Perhaps, the blood of these special dirty evil creatures can become another kind of blood of power..."
When Medea returned to the tribe with the few remaining people, her father had collapsed.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!!"
A middle-aged, sturdy man, wearing a black animal skin, was sitting on a high animal skin chair, breathing heavily.
"I'm not crazy." In the tribe tent, Medea faced her father's angry shouting and took a deep breath. "We have no way out. Instead of waiting to die, we should fight to the death and the second Gilgamesh appears again.
The King of Heroes leads our civilization to glory. This is the only way for our intelligent species to not become extinct!"
"That's impossible."
The leader slowly shook his head and said with great bitterness: "Only the legendary blood given by God - the blood of strength, can bring us great power, not to mention this disgusting monster, sticky, disgusting, cruel, we
Even if we succeed in possessing such disgusting power, God will punish us..."
"Power is neither good nor evil."
Medea's voice became low and hoarse, looking at her old father sitting high up,
“With the blood of great and bright power, you may go to the tyrant, wield the holy sword of civilization, and challenge the Almighty God.... But with the terrible power of darkness, if you maintain a kind heart, you may not be unable to protect people.
This kind of monster is completely different from other giant beasts! It is weak, even weaker than us, but it has incredible power. If we can have the same power as it..."
"You, Medea, are so bold!!"
The leader was silent, breathing heavily, seeming to be thinking about this audacious idea.
His decision will affect the rise and fall of the entire civilization and race.
Hoo ho ho!
He closed his eyes slightly and gasped for air. This would be a terrifying decision that was more important than his own death.
He suddenly lowered his head, looked at his stubborn daughter below, wailed in a low voice, and said hoarsely, choked with sobs: "But we no longer have enough people to test the integration of new blood."
Over the past two hundred years, if they reproduce normally, these powers may not be the only ones left. Generations of brave and resourceful leaders who are unwilling to die will let the young people of the tribe try to integrate into the blood of the new giant beasts.
In each generation, there are people who risk their lives and die in endless pain.
These generations of martyrs wrote the bloody death history of the tribe's rise, which led to the sparse population, but it still has not risen.
Medea took a deep breath, "Yes, our Babylonian tribe no longer has enough strong men to test, and they still have to protect us, but we have enough old and weak women and children. Over the years, men have always protected women. This time, it is our turn.
Women are stepping up and trying this blood."
Medea was silent and said in a low voice: "Moreover, if a large number of women die, our burden will be reduced, and it may not be impossible to reduce the population... This time, let the women of our tribe die."
brush!!
For an instant, the tent fell into dead silence.
Half a day later, blazing torches were burning at the heights of the tribe, and Medea was gathering the people of the entire tribe.
"If we don't want to perish!"
"If, we hope to restore the glory of the Sumerians!"
"If we hope that the next generation of great hero kings will emerge to lead the civilization of intelligent species!"
"Death cannot crush our arms or destroy our backbones! The great hero king Gilgamesh once said that the history of mankind's struggle against nature is a history of courage and praise. This is what he ordered his historians to record history.
The reason...and today, history will record our courage on this day!"
Medea breathed heavily, stood on the high platform and roared, looking at the old, weak, women and children below the tribe:
"Tomorrow, early in the morning, we hope you will come for the tribe! The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage!"
The woman below is silent with her child in her arms.
Everyone knew that there was basically no chance of survival.
That night, countless women bid farewell to their silent husbands and children in the tribe, and after crying loudly, they all decided to take the test.
After countless days and months, they have had enough. Their husbands are dead, their fathers are dead, and their sons will die in the future. What do they have left?
They still have themselves.
No one can protect them anymore, the only one who can protect them is yourself.
This day is destined to be soaked in blood and cruelty.
Countless women walked out resolutely, trying to contain the blood of the evil eye. More than 400 corpses were strewn across the field, and the ground was filled with painful and hideous corpses.
That blood was incompatible with my own blood, but in the end, three women survived, including Medea, and two others named Circe and Cassandra.
The three of them are permanently fixed on the ancient stone wall.
In the scene on the Babylonian murals, among the painful pools of blood of countless women, only three strong women stood bathed in blood and stood on the endless corpses. Surrounded by three people, they held a huge burning torch high in their hands. This is
This scene was engraved in the historical murals of Babylon, and later generations called this sacred ancient mural the "Three Witches".
They have handed over the fire of civilization.
History is engraved in the murals, writing the history of the rise of human tribes as a civilization and their great courage against nature and beasts!
After painful death comes rebirth. In the following period, these three great and resolute women once again led the tribe's civilization forward. They began to possess a strange spiritual power. Their spirits were strong and sharp, mysterious and evil, like evil spirits.
Eyes are average.
They gradually gained the ability to barely resist the giant beasts. They used their minds to interfere with the giant beasts from behind, and allowed the warriors holding stone axes to fight in the front.
Their strong mental power also makes them often unable to control their own mental fluctuations. Even when they are having fun with men, they inadvertently collapse the other person's spirit due to excitement and excitement, and kill him.
Therefore, they are all chaste daughters.
They are unable to have sex with men, are lonely, arrogant, and even unapproachable.
Medea has a strong sense of honor and mission. She leads the tribe to wage war, holds a wooden crutch, resists giant beasts, and goes out to hunt for food.
Cassandra has an easy-going and gentle personality and likes peace. She likes to lead women to herd cattle, plant herbs, treat people, and fight diseases.
Circe was an exception. She was a married woman, and she accidentally killed her husband by having sex with her. However, she also had a strong desire. Having had men before, she knew how to taste, and could not control the long nights of loneliness. She kept secretly
She has a spiritual charm similar to the evil eye, seducing the strong men in the tribe to come to her room in a vague manner in the middle of the night, and have fun with her, indulgent and joyful, but they can't help it, and often kill each other with their excitement.
In the tribe, mysterious deaths of men began to appear frequently.
People secretly cursed Circe, but Circe secretly harbored a grudge. Secretly, she began to use her mental power to curse the men who resisted her, giving them splitting headaches, black eye sockets, and thinning hair.
The witch Circe began to become synonymous with evil and terror in the tribe.
Even the other two couldn't dissuade her, and they couldn't work together to kill her because they needed her power to protect the tribe.
Due to Circe's tyranny, the status of women has also become noble. The three of them are gradually feared by the warriors in the tribe, and are called witches by the people of the tribe, symbolizing power, evil, mystery, unknown, fear, and almighty.
From this day on, the tribe entered the age of wizards, dominated by women.
"The Spear of Shengwu" records:
[The Babylonian tribe was plagued by beasts, and there were few men. Women drank the blood of the evil eye. Three great witches appeared. The war witch Medea was in charge of disordered war and glory. The curse witch Circe was in charge of the nature of chaos and curses.
Cassandra, the Witch of Spring, is in charge of occult medicine and grazing.】
