Babylonian tribe.
The houses are scattered and prosperous to a certain extent.
The power of the three witches is much weaker than that of Gilgamesh, but they can barely resist the invasion of giant beasts and defend their homeland.
Human beings are in the middle reaches of the huge giant food chain.
Although they can't resist some terrifying giant beasts, they can't be used as food by any kind of giant beasts. Even powerful giant beasts have to pay a terrible price to attack the tribe and eat them as food.
In the farmland, there are women farming.
In the distance, people in animal skins were dissecting the corpse of a huge ten-meter-high beast.
Around the tribe, there are constant warriors patrolling to prevent the terrifying behemoth from attacking the Babylonian tribe.
After surviving stably, they began to reproduce crazily and expand their population, because they needed a huge population base, more women fused with the blood of the evil eye, and more witches appeared, which was the only way for them to protect themselves.
Deep in the emerald green mountain stream outside the tribe.
In the fairyland-like Amiya pool, there are bright green grass, blooming flowers, and misty white mist. Three beautiful women are bathing. Their snow-white skin is like ice jade, and their bodies are slender and beautiful, like the perfect goddess in mythology.
After more than ten years, the three witches were already in their thirties.
When the insect ape died of old age in their thirties and forties, their peers had almost left the world, or were on the verge of dying of old age, but the years seemed to have never left traces on them.
The three of them were bathing in the Emiya pool, full of youth and fit, like girls in their teens.
Back then, after Gilgamesh fused the second gene, he lived for more than two hundred years. Now they are only in their thirties. For them, their long life has just begun.
Medea was soaking in the clear spring water. This witch, who was decisive in killing and in charge of tribal wars and glory, lazily stretched her perfectly round legs and emerged from the water, "Melixter, I went too last night ... The sisters who grew up with us back then, the little friends who went out to explore together when we were young, and were in the tribe together, excitedly studying the dream of conquering giant beasts, are already gray-haired old women."
Cassandra flicked the water gently, and the meek witch in charge of grazing and medicinal herbs sighed, "Countless children, grandchildren, guarding this old man's bed and seeing her off are already the happiest. Life is over... After a long time, I realized that only the feelings of our three sisters are eternal, and the surroundings are changing, only our three sisters will not grow old."
Circe smiled coquettishly, her eyes flickering, "What? The two elder sisters are aloof, as the great and majestic patron saints of Babylon, but are alone. Don't you envy ordinary girls who have loving husbands and children?"
Circe swam over from the pool, lightly stroking the snow-white backs of the two with light white fingertips, and teasingly said: "Sister, you two have never experienced the kindness of a man, and you don't know the wonderful taste of it, so you have always been desolate and elegant , how about I replace the man, let you two experience the fun of being a woman now...."
Medea and Cassandra took a few steps back at the same time, looked at her vigilantly, and said calmly: "Cersi, show me some respect! Don't use your tricks on the two of us."
"What does it matter?"
Circe smiled playfully, charmingly, coyly, "I won't kill a man, and I'm not one of those weak men. You can't help but explode with mental strength, and you can't kill me at all."
The two still looked at her warily.
They know what Circe wants to do, let them fall step by step, gradually sink into desire, and finally let them be like Circe, know the taste, can't stop, start to attack men, and stand in the same camp as her.
As early as that year, after the two of them saw Circe sinking, they silently made an oath and set three iron laws for witches:
First, before the witch is tested by the blood of the evil eye, she must be a chaste daughter, and she swears to God that she will never have a loved one in her life.
Second, after becoming a witch, be strict with any unclean behavior! It is forbidden to touch any male. Once you defile yourself, you will fall, be abandoned by the Lord, and become an evil witch.
3. Witches are not allowed to abuse their power and attack people.
Circe is a typical negative example.
She had a husband before, and she had a strong desire. After becoming a witch, she couldn't help but look for a man.
But because the witch's mental power is too strong, if she is so strong that she can't control her emotions, she will kill weak men.
Powerful and violent mental powers come with terrible side effects, and they are doomed to have no lovers.
Circe has become synonymous with death and fear in the tribe over the years. Every man who was vaguely seduced by her in the middle of the night died in a night of joy and satisfaction.
Countless men fear.
Despite Circe's knowledge of moderation, several men in the tribe die inexplicably every month.
In fact, after more than ten years, hundreds of people died and four witches were born again.
They have also been strictly abiding by the "three iron laws of witches" and become the patron saints of the tribe. The Babylonian tribe already has four affiliated tribes.
And over the years, it's not that no men have participated in the death test to test the blood of the evil eye. The tribe will never lack brave men, but the blood of the evil eye is very unique, and the probability of success for women is much higher than that of men.
But it's not like there were no men at all.
After more than ten years, it was actually four women and one man who successfully received the power. Among them, the first rare wizard was born, which made Circe ecstatic.
With the appearance of the wizard, Circe thought he could find a man who would make her fall in love without dying.
It's a pity that Circe's spirit has become stronger and stronger over the years. Basically, other men can't survive the night and die in joy, and this wizard, after a full week of Circe's joyful and crazy daily indulgence, also He died of a nervous breakdown.
The only wizard, who died suddenly, made the only male in the tribe completely desperate.
On this day, the brave and skilled Babylonian tribe warriors fully understood...
—We have been completely reduced to reproductive tools.