Shepherding Humanity

"But more of these creatures are approaching us!"

Someone roared, looking far into the black swamp, more monsters with big eyes and tentacles were approaching.

These weak species are crawling slowly with thick tentacles.

Although their movements are ridiculously slow, their strange powers are terrible. Once surrounded by these big eyes...

"Even if you pay the price of death, you must kill one!"

Medea took the initiative to raise the stone spear, transformed into the most brave warrior of the tribe, and rushed straight up.

Boom!!!

Just a spear, accompanied by a sharp, hoarse scream like a baby crying, the fragile big eyeballs exploded quickly, and the smell was soaring into the sky. .

"Take it away!" She held up the sticky tentacle of the corpse with one hand, quickly turned her head, and then recovered, she was surrounded by seven or eight evil eyes, and she couldn't help but look miserable.

"Follow me, kill it!"

This is a very tragic fight.

The powerful hunting team of nearly 30 people from the tribe basically died.

They obviously can escape, but because of the delay of the escape time, they are surrounded by horrible creatures. In the end, there are only three survivors. They escaped this scary demon swamp that seemed to be cursed by death.

"All are dead."

Medea, an extremely strong and wise woman, could not help crying and crying.

She looked at the two last warriors beside her and knew what it meant.

Over the years, the brave tribal men have basically died in search of food and hunting behemoths. The tribe of nearly a thousand people has only one hundred strong males, the rest are old and weak, and now they have lost one third. ....

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 let go." Medea took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the evil eye monster. "I hope this corpse will be exchanged for a huge price. , Its evil blood can be useful..."

Over the years, countless people have tried to integrate the blood of various powerful giant beasts, hoping to have the power of the hero king like Gilgamesh to protect the tribe.

All but the "blood of power" granted to unknown creatures by God, all died, as if only the blood of special creatures was possible.

"Perhaps, the blood of these special dirty and evil creatures can become the blood of another kind of power..."

When Medea returned to the tribe with only a few people left, her father had fallen into collapse.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!!!"

A strong and middle-aged man dressed in black animal skin, gasping for breath on the high animal chair.

"I'm not crazy." In the tribe's tent, Medea took a deep breath in the face of his father's anger, "We have no escape route. Instead of waiting for death, we fight hard to die, and the second Gilgamesh appears again. The king of heroes guides our civilization to glory. This is the only way for us to grow wise and not extinct!"

"That is impossible."

The leader shook his head slowly and said bitterly: "Only the blood of God, the blood of power, can bring us great power, let alone this disgusting monster, viscous, disgusting, brutal, we Even if you have such a disgusting power, God will punish us..."

"Strength, there is no distinction between good and evil."

Medea's voice became deep and hoarse, looking at the old father sitting in the high place,

"With the blood of a bright and great power, you may also go to a tyrant, wield the holy sword of civilization, and challenge the omnipotent god.... And having a dark and terrible power, if you maintain good heart, you might not be able to protect people.

This monster is completely different from other giant beast species!It is weak, even weaker than us,

"You, Medea, so bold!!"

The leader was silent, gasping for breath, as if thinking about this bold idea.

His decision will affect the rise and fall of the entire civilization and ethnicity. Once, his grandfather Utana Pizmu rescued hundreds of people from the Noah’s Ark and reproduced again. Now, from the fire of civilization in him The handover, the moment he became the leader, he swore to heaven that his race could not be cut off in his hand, even at the expense of his life.

He clearly understood that the power of any individual appeared irrelevant in the face of the survival of the race.

Hurry!

He closed his eyes slightly, gasping for gasps, which would be a more terrifying decision than his own death.

He suddenly lowered his head, looked at his stubborn daughter below, whispered in a low voice, and choked hoarsely: "However, we don't have enough people to test the integration of new blood."

In the past two hundred years, if they multiply normally, these forces may not be left. They are the leaders who have been courageous and unwilling to perish from generation to generation, and let the young people of the tribe try to integrate into the new beast blood.

In each of their generations, there were people who struggled to die regardless of their bodies and died in endless suffering.

These generations of martyrs, written as the bloody death history of the rise of the tribe, led to sparse population, but it has not yet risen.

Medea took a deep breath, "Yes, our Babylonian tribe has no enough strong men to test, they still want to protect us, but we have enough old and weak women and children, these years, men have been protecting women, this time, it is their turn The woman came forward."

Medea was silent, and said in a low voice: "And, if a woman dies a blockbuster, our burden will be less, and shrinking the population may not be impossible... This time, let the women of our tribe die."

brush!!

In an instant, the tent was dead.

Half a day later, in the highlands of the tribe, a flaming torch was burning, and Medea was convening the people of the entire tribe.

"If we don't want to perish!"

"If we want to restore the glory of the Sumerians!"

"If we want to see the great next generation hero king lead the civilization of wisdom!"

"Death cannot crush our arms and destroy our spine! The great hero king, Gilgamesh once said that the history of human resistance to nature is the history of courage and praise, which is the history of his life history officer. The reason... and today, history will record our courage of the day!" Medea stood heavily at the platform and croaked, looking 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 praise of mankind is the praise of courage!"

The women below, holding the weak children in their arms are silent.

Everyone knows that basically nine lives and no life is possible.

But most women in the tribe are sleepless overnight.

Countless women in the tribe, say goodbye to their husbands and children silently, after crying, they decided to choose the test.

After countless days and months, they have had enough, their husbands have died, their fathers have died, their sons will die in the future, what are they left?

They left themselves.

No one can protect them anymore, only they can protect them.

On this day, destined to be impregnated with blood and cruelty, countless women came out resolutely and tried to contain the blood of the evil eye. More than 400 human corpses were traversing the field, and the painful and terrible corpses piled up everywhere.

The blood was not compatible with his own blood, but in the end, there were three women, including Medea, and two others named Circe and Cassandra.

The three of them were permanently fixed on the ancient stone wall.

In the picture above the Babylon mural, in the blood pool of countless women, only three strong women bathed in blood standing on the endless corpses, surrounded by three people, together holding a huge torch burning in their hands, this A scene was inscribed in the historical mural of Babylon, and the sacred ancient mural is called "three witches" in later generations.

They have handed over the fire of civilization.

The history is engraved in the mural, which describes the history of the rise of civilization of human tribes, the great courage to fight against nature and the beasts!

After suffering and dying, there is rebirth. In the future, these three great and persevering women will lead the tribal civilization forward. They begin to possess a strange spiritual power, a strong and sharp spirit, mysterious and evil, like evil Fair eyes.

They gradually possessed the ability to resist the giant beast. They interfered with the spirit with the spirit in the rear, and let the warrior with the stone axe face the front.

Their strong mental power also makes them often unable to control their own mental fluctuations. Even when men are happy, they inadvertently collapse the other party's mental shock and kill the other party due to excitement and excitement.

Therefore, they are all chaste daughters.

They are unable to have sex with men, they are lonely, arrogant, and no one is even close.

Medea has a strong sense of glory and mission. She led the tribe to wage war, holding wooden crutches, resisting giant beasts, and going out to hunt for food.

Kassandra's easy-going and gentle character likes calm. She likes to lead women to graze, plant herbs, save people and fight against diseases.

Circe is an exception. She was a married woman, and she accidentally killed her husband with her husband, but she has a strong desire, and she has a man’s knowledge of the food, and it is difficult to control the long night of loneliness. Spiritual charm like evil eyes seduce a strong man in the tribe in the middle of the night, vaguely came to her room, and she was happy, indulgent and cheerful lingering, but could not bear, often excited to kill each other.

In the tribe, recurrent mysterious male deaths began to appear.

People secretly cursed Circe, but Circe silently hated, secretly, began to curse those men who rebelled against her with mental force, causing them to have a headache, black eyes, thinning hair.

Witch Circe, she began to become synonymous with evil and terror in the tribe.

Even the other two discouraged from being able to kill her, as they needed her power to protect the tribe.

Gradually, due to the tyranny of Circe, the status of women gradually became lofty. The three of them were gradually feared by the warriors in the tribe, and became witches by the tribesmen, symbolizing power, evil, mystery, unknown, fear, and omnipotence.

From this day on, the tribe entered the era of wizards ruled by women.

"Spear of Witch" records:

[Babylonian tribe, suffering from animal disasters, sparse males, women in blood of evil eyes, the emergence of the great three witches, the war witch Medea, in charge of chaotic war and glory.Curse the witch Circe, in charge of chaotic nature and curse.Cassandra, the witch of spring, is in charge of the medicine and grazing of occultism.