Dark Blood Age

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Because of the uneven distribution of gravity and matter, the stars tend to converge, three, four or more stars form clusters, and on top of that, clusters, superclusters, and so on.

The location of the Reds is on the edge of a large constellation, and this extraordinary planetary system is on the edge of a constellation of faint, faint lights that belong to a very desolate region.

Above the great clusters, there is also a long river of bright stars, like a river imbued with darkness voids.

The existence of such a slight end has a small life.

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The hazy earth is as pale as the prehistoric earth, desolate, scorched and dusty brown land, proving that the melt retreated for not too long, and a trench flowing out of it stretched and twisted, overlooking.

The cloudy air wandered around with an unpleasant smell, in the silent pristine forest, overlapping until the dark end of the sunrise, occasionally sending an ancient whimper.

The sun has not risen, the earth appears to be a little cold, the extinguished natural ashes are scattered with smoke, there is a cloud of ash everywhere, and there is immense danger lurking in silence.

A group of roughly a dozen original people, dressed in animal skins not known where they had come from, were about their best equipped, and with a spear made of branches and sharp bones, cautiously approached an underground two-legged beast drinking water by the stream.

Careful, quietly approaching, holding your breath, a dozen people gradually surrounded.

A vigilant underground two-legged beast drinks water while watching the movement on all sides from time to time.

A near-perfect roundabout, not yet begun, stepped on the rubble at the mercy of a nervous teenager, emitted a clear noise and was destroyed in advance.

The underground two-legged beast immediately raised its ears and rushed to the cave on the side of the stream.

The leading man, with several astonishing marks on his face, shouted, coming out from behind the stone and stabbed him in the direction of the two-legged beast.

But a strong two-legged beast, half tall, slapped his skeleton open and continued to run towards the hole.

The people behind the stone jumped out and threw all the bone spears in their hands. In a short while, two bone spears stabbed two beasts in the legs.

Blood splattered out, dripping on ice cold scorched earth, killing wildly.

Not far away, in that cave, a young two-legged beast watched with horror as its mother was knocked down on the ground, struggling hard and screaming continuously.

But eventually, it still didn't climb up, and a bone spear pierced it through its throat and took its life.

At the moment of its fall, he looked at the dark hole with apprehension.

And that little two-legged beast was already in its roar, panicking into the darkness.

At the cost of two lives, the original man finally won the final victory. The leading man added another bloody scar to his face, looked at a teenager who had made a big mistake in his anxiety, and then skillfully took away what seemed to be the only ornament between the waists of an almost red, barefoot beast, several crystal-like objects.

The other person, squatting on one side, carefully cut off the legs of the beast, tasted a bite of blood, shook his head, grunted and looked disappointed.

Thereafter, they cleaned up the blood from the stream to prevent it from being attacked by other beasts' sense of smell before leaving quickly.

Time went down one drop at a time, long after they walked, the young two-legged beast panicked out and came to its mother, the small forelimb “hands” constantly shaking the big two-legged beast's powerless head, licking its wounds.

Lick it and look at the face of the Big Bigfoot Beast. It seems to expect the Bigfoot Beast to survive.

A long time later, the big two-legged beast remained cold and unresponsive.

It stayed for a while, childish as it used to be, trying to touch the Big Big Big Big Big Beast and then running away, as if waiting for the Big Big Big Big Big Beast to catch up and knock it down like it used to.

But it had stopped, and the big two-legged beast was still lying there cold, motionless.

It tried again and again, again and again, hoping as if it were a miracle.

But this is doomed to futility. After another long time, it sat idly next to the head of the great two-legged beast, looking at the darkened sky, the cold stars of the sky, sobbing...

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More than a dozen primitive teams returned to their tribes before nightfall, beside a stream, mapped by bonfires, and the tribes were busy, gathering the gains of the day and waiting for the chief's arrangement.

“Almost, if we don't get it right by winter, we're going underground. ”

An elderly old man carefully wipes the stained crystal with his dead hands and carefully wraps it up.

The chief man with several scars on his face nodded: “Bad luck today, one soul was taken by the Reapers and two others were injured. ”

The old man sighed: “It seems that a ceremony is needed to worship the gods and plead with them to bless us for this winter in peace. ”

The chief man's eyes jumped, he didn't speak, and he didn't seem to believe much in the ritual that Old Europe had said.

As if to see what was in his heart, Old Europe sighed: "It's not a legend, the gods will come back. ”

The chief man probably didn't want to get involved with her on the issue, so he turned around and said, "Everybody's tired, I'm going to distribute today's food. ”

Old Ou also saw his impatience and waved: “Go, let the strong eat more. ”

The chief man nodded and turned around to leave.

At this point, the old man suddenly said, "You didn't eat the two-legged beast, did you? ”

The chief man stunned for a moment but shook his head immediately.

Old Ou waved his hand, indicating that he was all right. After the chief man left, she murmured: no eating, no eating...

Few people in the tribe wear animal skins, mostly strong people, men and women, as long as they are strong, are eligible to wear animal skins.

Most other people are either naked, or they don't know where the dried grass leaves are wrapped. People who get sick can't get better, or old Mai doesn't matter, and they don't even have food.

When the chief man had distributed the food, he sat alone on a rock that only he could sit on, eating the food and looking at the bright stars above his head.

He remembers when he was a kid, and Old O. was right next to this rock, telling them stories that were passed down from generation to generation, but nothing new ——

“See that star? Yes, that's the one, and when it goes that way, yes, that's it, that's the center of those stars, that day God will ride the beautiful Mountain of God and come to the earth like a star...”

“A mistake? Impossible, impossible, never missed a mistake, that is the covenant between God and man...”

“About a thousand years...”

“Well, in a few decades, it will be the promised day, your generation may really see it...”

“Will definitely come, work hard to complete the annual sacrifice! ”

“Otherwise, if we are caught underground, we will all become two-legged beasts...”

“It's true, how can I scare you...”

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Winter came as promised, as did a transit guard of the sacrificial servants who seized the sacrifice.

The chief man with the entire tribe, almost half naked, knelt on cold ground and watched the knights crouch down their thick limbs and heavy hooves.

“Anybody learn to write?” The sound of height and then on came down cold, unlike the original, as if it came from another creature.

The chief man shook his head: "No. ”

The high voice hummed and said to the other knight beside him: "Go in and search, some of them, kill them all. ”

The whole tribe shivered in its cold words, the chief man lowered his head and squeezed his hands into the cold land.

A moment later, the high voice went on to say, "You are half short of the number of sacrifices. ”

Tribal chief man shouted: “Not last year...”

He dared to say back, a whip immediately emptied off, hit the chief man hard in the face, spilled blood flowers: "I don't know what is dead or alive, I say as much! ”

When the chief man tried to raise his head and fight for something, he immediately smoked another whip down hard and passed out directly.

“Take them all away! ”

High and high voices cold-blooded: “It's useless to kill on the spot, that young lady slave over there is nice, go back and wash it, keep it for me. ”

The handicapped sun fell, the humble tribe was a mess, and the old Europe fell into the bloodstream, looking at the people who gradually disappeared in the distance and were shackled away, struggling with the last trace of life, facing the rising stars, prayed:

God of man's covenant, please come sooner, save...

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By the time the chief man woke up, he had been chained to death, and the prick on his face seemed to be trying to tear the flesh apart, but he couldn't take care of it. His tribe, his people, had been arrested.

Will the “prophecy” of Old Europe become a reality?

They will be taken to the earth, year after year, day after day, never to see the sun?

Perhaps one day, their offspring will truly become beasts, monsters who no longer know they are human beings, hiding in Tibet, but always remember crystals with care...

A dozen days later, they were taken to a huge circle that often appeared in nightmares, and along the way, they also found other tribes brought here, including even their former competitors.

But in comparison to the crowds in the circle, they can't even count as a stream, and when they are driven in, there is no shadow.

There are plenty of ground entrances, countless people entering the ground under the whip, and on the other side are the crystals that keep coming up, as well as the bodies.

Those bodies clearly showed signs of being robbed, and the newcomers, not knowing what was going on, saw a fierce giant beast rushing from one side into the crowd, throwing the body in its trough aside and beginning to prey on the newcomers with excitement.

The chief man hurriedly pulled his own people back, the giant beast was so tall that it could step people into meat sauce, and in front of it, even with a bone spear, there was no resistance.

On the altar on the other side of the field, an ugly creature, playing with the woman around, looking at this place, with a beautiful god servant, haha laughing at what he was talking about.

The flesh flies across, the blood drips on the ground, a fine wire secretly desperately absorbs the passing source of life, and occasionally, it raises its head, looks nervously at the direction of the stars, and then looks despicably at that ugly creature and the beautiful servant of God, grinning: When people arrive, you don't know how to die.

As the night quietly descended, the chief man counted the number of his own people, then sat on the ground and looked silently at the stars.

At this time, he doesn't know why he expects everything that Old Europe says to be true, and God will surely come as promised...

The high and superior voice of the massacre of their tribe is now in a room on the side of the ring, ready to enjoy the washed and righteous Suther-shaking slave… at this time, there is a riot outside and the movement is getting louder and louder!

It walked out of the room dissatisfied, before it could reprimand, and saw the vast starry sky, like a miracle, resurfacing a vast “mountain of God”, sparkling, impassioned and thrilled to float above the dome.

“God came early? ”

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