"But, more of these creatures are approaching us!"
Someone roared as he looked into the distance of the black swamp. More large-eyed tentacled monsters were approaching.
These weak species were slowly wriggling their sticky tentacles as they crawled.
Although their movements were laughably slow, their strange powers were extremely terrifying. Once one was surrounded by these large eyeballs …
"Even if I have to pay the price of death, I have to kill one!"
Midea raised her stone spear and transformed into the tribe's bravest warrior as she charged forward.
Bam!!!
With just one spear strike, accompanied by a sharp and hoarse cry that resembled a baby's cry, the fragile eyeball rapidly exploded. A foul stench filled the air as it exploded into a disgusting sticky liquid that splattered onto Midea's face.
"Take it away!" She single-handedly lifted the corpse's sticky tentacle and quickly turned her head. By the time she regained her senses, she was already surrounded by seven or eight Evil Eyes. She could not help but grimace.
"Follow me, let's kill our way out!"
This was a tragic battle.
The tribe's powerful hunting team of nearly thirty people had basically all died.
They could have escaped, but because of the delay, they were surrounded by the terrifying creatures. Finally, only three survivors managed to escape the terrifying Evil Swamp that seemed to be cursed by death.
"They're all dead."
Midea, an extremely strong and intelligent woman, could not help but cry.
She looked at the last two warriors beside her and knew what this meant.
Over the years, the brave men of the tribe had basically died while searching for food or hunting behemoths. The tribe of nearly a thousand people only had a hundred strong men left. The rest were about nine hundred old and weak. Now, they had lost another third …
They were almost facing the fate of extinction.
"However, our tribe will die sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. Why don't we give it our all?" Midea took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the Evil Eye. "I hope that the evil blood of this creature's corpse that I paid such a huge price for can be of use …"
Over the years, countless people had attempted to fuse the blood of various powerful behemoths, hoping to be like Gilgamesh, to have the power of the Hero King to protect the tribe.
But other than the "blood of power" bestowed by God to an unknown creature, all of them were dead. It seemed that only the blood of special creatures was possible.
"Perhaps, the blood of these special, filthy, and evil creatures can become another kind of blood of power …"
When Demetrius returned to the tribe with the few remaining people, her father had already fallen into a state of mental breakdown.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing!! "
A robust middle-aged man dressed in black leather sat on a leather chair high up in the air, panting heavily.
"I'm not crazy." In the tribe's tent, Midea took a deep breath in the face of her father's angry roar. "We no longer have a way out. Instead of waiting for death, why don't we fight to the death? A second Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, will lead our civilization to glory. This is the only way for us, the intelligent species, not to go extinct!"
"That's impossible."
The leader slowly shook his head and said bitterly: "Only the legendary blood bestowed by God – the Blood of Power, can bring us great power, not to mention this disgusting monster, sticky, disgusting, cruel, even if we succeed in obtaining such disgusting power, God will still punish us …"
"There is no such thing as good or evil in power."
Demetrius's voice became low and hoarse as she looked at her old father sitting high up in the air.
"With the blood of the great power of light, it can also become a tyrant, brandishing the Holy Sword of Civilization, challenging the omnipotent God … And with the terrifying power of darkness, if it maintains a kind heart, it may be able to protect people.
This monster is completely different from the other giant beasts! It is weak, even weaker than us humans, but it has incredible power. If we can have the same power as it … "
"You, Demetrius, how dare you!!"
The leader was silent, panting heavily as if he was thinking about this audacious idea.
His decision would affect the rise and fall of the entire civilization and race.
Huff! Huff!
Huff! He closed his eyes slightly and panted heavily. This would be a terrifying decision that was more important than his own death.
He suddenly lowered his head and looked at his stubborn daughter. He wailed softly and said in a hoarse voice: "But, we don't have enough people to test the integration of new blood."
For the past two hundred years, if they had reproduced normally, they would not have been left with this amount of power. Generations of brave and intelligent leaders who were unwilling to die had allowed the young people of the tribe to try to integrate new giant beast blood.
In every generation, there would be people who died without caring about their own safety, dying in endless pain.
These generations of martyrs had written the bloody history of the rise of the tribe, causing the population to be sparse. But now, they still had not risen.
Demetrius took a deep breath. "Yes, our Babylonian tribe does not have enough strong men to experiment. They still have to protect us, but we have enough old, weak, women, and children. All these years, it has always been the men who protect the women. This time, it is the women's turn to step forward and try this blood."
Demetrius was silent and said in a low voice: "Also, if a large number of women die, we will be less burdensome. It is not impossible to shrink the population … This time, let the women of our tribe die."
Whoosh!!
In an instant, the tent was dead silent.
Half a day later, high up in the tribe, there was a burning torch. Demetrius was gathering the people of the tribe.
"If, we do not want to die!"
"If, we hope to restore the glory of the Sumer people!"
"If, we hope to have a great Hero King of the next generation to lead the civilization of the intelligent species!"
"Death cannot crush our arms or destroy our spines! The great Hero King, Gilgamesh, once said that the history of humans fighting against nature is a history of courage and songs of praise. This is the reason why he ordered the Historiographer to record history … And today, history will record our courage on this day! "
Demetrius panted heavily as she stood on the platform and growled. She looked at the old, weak, women, and children below the tribe.
"Tomorrow, early in the morning, we hope that you will come for the tribe! The song of praise for humanity is the song of praise for courage! "
The women below hugged their children in their arms in silence.
Everyone knew that there was basically no chance of survival.
That night, countless women in the tribe silently bade farewell to their husbands and children. After crying, they resolutely chose to take the test.
After countless days, they had had enough. Their husbands were dead, their fathers were dead, and their sons would die in the future. What did they have left?
They only had themselves left.
No one could protect them. The only one who could protect them was themselves.
That day was destined to be stained with blood and cruelty.
Countless women resolutely walked out and attempted to contain the blood of the Evil Eye. More than four hundred corpses were strewn across the field. The ground was filled with painful and hideous corpses.
The blood was incompatible with their own, but in the end, there were three women who survived. One of them was Demetrius, and the other two were named Circe and Kassandra.
The three of them were permanently fixed on the ancient stone wall.
In the Babylonian murals, there were countless women in a pool of blood in pain. Only three strong women bathed in blood stood above the endless corpses. The three of them surrounded each other, holding a huge burning torch in their hands. This scene was engraved in the murals of Babylonian history. Later generations called these sacred ancient murals the "Three Witches".
They had handed over the fire seed of civilization.
History was engraved in the murals. It was the history of the rise of the human tribe and the great courage to fight against nature and beasts!
After a painful death came rebirth. In a period of time, these three great and determined women once again led the tribe's civilization forward. They began to possess a strange spiritual power. Their spiritual power was strong, sharp, mysterious, and evil, just like the Evil Eye.
They gradually gained the ability to resist the giant beasts. They used their spiritual power to interfere with the giant beasts from behind and let the warriors with stone axes fight in front.
Their strong spiritual power also made them unable to control their own spiritual waves. Even when they were having sex with men, they would inadvertently cause the other party's spiritual shock to collapse due to their excitement and kill them.
Therefore, they were all chaste women.
They could not have sex with men. They were lonely, arrogant, and even unapproachable.
Demetrius had a strong sense of honor and mission. She led the tribe to wage war. She held a wooden cane, resisted the giant beasts, and went out to hunt for food.
Kassandra was easygoing and gentle. She liked to lead the women in herding, planting herbs, saving people, and fighting against diseases.
Circe was an exception. She was a married woman. She accidentally killed her husband while having sex with him. However, she had a strong desire. She had had sex with a man and could not control the loneliness of the long nights. She secretly used her spiritual charm similar to the Evil Eye to seduce the strong men in the tribe. In the middle of the night, they would come to her room and have sex with her. They would indulge in pleasure, but they could not help it. Often, they would kill their men with their excited emotions.
In the tribe, mysterious deaths of men began to appear frequently.
The people cursed Circe secretly, but Circe bore a silent hatred in her heart. Secretly, she began to use her spiritual power to curse the men who resisted her, giving them headaches, black eyes, and sparse hair.
The witch Circe began to become the synonym of evil and terror in the tribe.
Even the other two tried to persuade them not to kill her together, because they needed her power to protect the tribe.
Due to Circe's tyranny, the status of women also became higher. The three of them were gradually feared by the warriors in the tribe. They were called witches by the people in the tribe. They symbolized strength, evil, mystery, the unknown, fear, and omnipotence.
From that day on, the tribe entered the era of witches ruled by women.
The Spear of the Grand Sorcerer recorded:
[The Babylon tribe suffered from the disaster of the beasts. There were few men. The women drank the blood of the Evil Eye. Three great witches appeared. War Witch Demetrius. She was in charge of lawless war and glory. Curse Witch Circe. She was in charge of chaos and curses. Spring Witch Kassandra. She was in charge of occult medicine and herding.]
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