"But, more of these creatures are approaching us!"
Someone roared, looking into the distance of the black swamp, more monsters with big eyes and tentacles were approaching.
These weak species are slowly wriggling and crawling with sticky tentacles.
Although their movements are ridiculously slow, their weird power is extremely terrifying. Once surrounded by these big eyeballs... ..
"Even if you pay the price of death, you have to kill one!"
Medea took the initiative to lift the stone spear, turned into the bravest warrior of the tribe, and rushed straight up.
Boom! ! !
With just one spear, accompanied by a sharp and hoarse scream like a baby crying, the fragile big eyeballs exploded quickly, and the fishy smell rose to the sky. It turned into a disgusting and viscous juice that exploded densely onto Medea's face .
"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 already surrounded by seven or eight evil eyes, and she couldn't help but look miserable.
"Follow me, kill out!"
It was a brutal fight.
The tribe's powerful hunting team of nearly 30 people basically died.
They obviously could escape, but because they delayed their escape time, they were surrounded by terrifying creatures. In the end, only three survivors escaped from this terrifying demon swamp that seemed to be cursed by death.
"They're all dead."
Medea, an extremely strong and intelligent woman, couldn't help crying.
She looked at the two last warriors beside her and knew what it meant.
Over the years, the brave men of the tribe have basically died in search of food and hunting giant beasts. There are only a hundred strong men left in a tribe of nearly a thousand people, and the rest are more than 900 old, weak, sick and disabled. Now they have lost three one-third... .
They are almost facing the fate of going to extinction.
"However, our race will die sooner or later. It's a matter of time. It's better to give it a go." Medea took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the evil-eyed monster. "I hope the corpse of this creature will be returned at a huge price. , its wicked blood can be useful..."
Over the years, countless people have tried to fuse the blood of various powerful behemoths, hoping to have the power of a hero king and protect the tribe like Gilgamesh.
But except for the "blood of power" bestowed by gods on unknown creatures, all of them died, as if only the blood of special creatures was possible.
"Perhaps, the blood of these special dirty and evil creatures can become another kind of blood of power..."
When Medea returned to the tribe with the few remaining people, her father had already fallen into a breakdown.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!!"
The middle-aged burly giant, wearing black animal skin, was panting heavily on the high animal skin chair.
"I'm not crazy." Facing his father's anger in the tribal tent, Medea took a deep breath, "We have no way out. Instead of waiting to die, let's fight to the death. The second Gilgamesh appears again. King of Heroes, guide our civilization to glory, this is the only way for our intelligent species not to be extinct!"
"That is impossible."
The leader shook his head slowly, and said bitterly: "Only the blood bestowed by the gods in the legend—the blood of power can bring us great power, not to mention this disgusting monster, which is viscous, disgusting, and cruel. Even if we Success has such a disgusting power that God will punish us too...."
"Power is neither good nor evil."
Medea's voice became low and hoarse, looking at the old father sitting on the high place,
"Possessing the blood of light and great power, it is possible to go to the tyrant, wield the holy sword of civilization, and challenge the Almighty God... and possessing the terrible power of darkness, if you maintain a kind heart, it may not be impossible to protect people.
This kind of monster is completely different from other giant beasts! It is weak, even weaker than us, but it has unimaginable power, if we can have the same power as it...."
"You, Medea, are so bold!!"
The leader was silent, gasping for breath, as if he was thinking about this daring idea.
His decision will affect the rise and fall of the entire civilization and race.
Hurrah!
He closed his eyes slightly, gasping for breath. This would be a terrible decision more important than his own death.
He suddenly lowered his head, looked at his stubborn daughter below, wailed in a low voice, choked up and said hoarsely: "But, we don't have enough people to test and integrate new blood."
Over the past two hundred years, if they reproduce normally, these powers may not be the only ones left. It is the leaders who are courageous and resourceful from generation to generation, and they are unwilling to die. Let the young people of the tribe try to integrate into the blood of the new giant beast.
In every generation of them, some people died desperately and died in endless pain.
These generations of martyrs wrote the bloody death history of the rise of the tribe, which led to the sparse population, but they still haven't risen yet.
Medea took a deep breath, "Yes, our Babylonian tribe doesn't have 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's their turn Women come forward and try this blood."
Medea was silent, and said in a low voice: "Besides, if a large number of women die, we will be less burdensome. It may not be impossible to shrink the population... This time, let the women of our tribe die."
brush! !
In an instant, the tent was dead silent.
Half a day later, a torch was burning on the heights of the tribe, and Medea was gathering the people of the whole 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 lead the civilization of intelligent species!"
"Death cannot crush our arms or destroy our spines! The great hero king, Gilgamesh once said that the history of human beings' struggle against nature is a history of courage and praise. This is what he ordered the historian to record. The reason... and today, history will record our courage on this day!"
Medea gasped heavily, stood on the high platform and roared, looking at the old and 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 while holding the child in her arms.
Everyone knows that there is basically no possibility of survival.
That night, countless women bid farewell to their husbands and children in the tribe. After crying loudly, they all resolutely chose 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 are they left with
They are left to themselves.
No one can protect them anymore, the only one who can protect them is myself.
This day is destined to be soaked in blood and cruelty.
Countless women stepped out resolutely, trying to contain the blood of the evil eye. There were more than 400 corpses strewn across the field, and painful and hideous corpses were piled up everywhere.
That blood was not compatible with his own blood, but in the end, there were three women who survived, including Medea, and two others named Circe and Cassandra.
The three of them were permanently fixed on the ancient stone wall.
In the pictures above the Babylonian murals, among countless women's painful pools of blood, only three strong women bathe in blood and stand on top of endless corpses, surrounded by the three of them, holding a huge burning torch high in their hands. A scene was engraved in the historical murals of Babylon, and later generations called this sacred ancient murals the "Three Witches".
They handed over the fire of civilization.
The history is engraved in the murals, writing the history of the rise and civilization of human tribes, and the great courage to fight against nature and beasts!
After a painful death comes rebirth. In the following period of time, these three great and resolute women led the tribal civilization forward again. They began to possess a strange spiritual power, powerful and sharp, mysterious and evil, like evil. Average eyes.
They gradually acquired the ability to barely resist the giant beast. They used their spirit to interfere with the giant beast in the rear, and let the warriors with stone axes fight in front.
Their strong mental power also makes them often unable to control their own mental fluctuations, and even when they are having fun with men, they unintentionally break down the opponent's mental shock and kill him due to excitement.
Therefore they are all chaste daughters.
They are unable to have sex with men, 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 she likes to be calm. She likes to lead women to herd herds, plant medicinal herbs, treat people, and fight diseases.
Circe is an exception. She was originally a married woman who had sex with her husband and accidentally killed her husband, but she was also extremely lustful. Having had a man before, she knew how to taste, and it was difficult to control the long nights of loneliness. Spiritual charm like evil eyes, seduce strong men in the tribe, come to her room vaguely in the middle of the night, have fun with her, indulge in indulgence and joy, but can't help it, often kill each other with excited emotions.
In the tribe, mysterious deaths of males began to appear frequently.
People cursed Circe secretly, but Circe held a grudge silently, and secretly began to curse those men who resisted her with spiritual power, causing them to have splitting headaches, black eye sockets, and thinning hair.
The witch Circe, she began to become synonymous with evil and terror in the tribe.
Even the other two couldn't dissuade them, and they couldn't join forces to kill her, because her power was needed to protect the tribe.
Due to Circe's tyranny, the status of women has also become lofty. The three of them are gradually feared by warriors in the tribe, and are called witches by the tribe, symbolizing power, evil, mystery, unknown, fear, and omnipotence.
From this day, the tribe entered the age of wizards ruled by women.
"The Spear of the Great Witch" records:
[Babylonian tribe, affected by beasts, few males, women take the blood of the evil eye, three great witches, war witch Medea, in charge of disorderly war and glory. Circe the Cursed Witch, ruler of chaotic sex and curses. Cassandra, the Witch of Spring, is in charge of occult medicine and herding.]