Our Era of Decline

More than two hundred years have passed, and the Great Flood is several generations behind.

The people of the Babylon Tribe, because they wear animal skins and clothes, no longer need naturally abundant hair for warmth. Their thick black body hair is gradually decreasing, the thin outer carapace disappears, their bodies begin to straighten, and gradually reveal fair skin.

They are beginning to evolve from apes with abundant hair to sub-human races with sparse hair, and in terms of physique, they are becoming closer to the rugged, strong, and sturdy Western human race.

They once possessed a glorious civilization and established city-states, but they still have not recovered and remain in simple agricultural tribes, without even the ability to rebuild city-states.

Their glory was all built on the foundation of the great Hero King, Gilgamesh.

That great Hero King possessed the strongest power in the world, and by relying on his own strength to suppress countless giant beasts, he made their Sumerian race the apex of the food chain! But without the Hero King, they would have nothing.

They cannot develop bronze or iron tools. How can they fight against the tall giant beasts again with only simple stone spears and clubs? The only civilization Holy Sword, a metal weapon, the Damocles Sword, has been permanently buried with the Hero King Gilgamesh in the world-destroying Great Flood, sinking into the endless depths of the sea.

Even now, they don't even have the ability to rebuild the city walls.

The Uruk Royal City was a city built by Gilgamesh alone. He personally moved giant rocks comparable to mountains to surround it, in just one month.

But for ordinary people, the workload of building a giant city is comparable to the difficulty of building the pyramids in ancient Egypt, requiring more than ten years. In this environment of hunger and cold, how could there be so much manpower and material resources? At this moment.

Medea, the daughter of the Babylon Tribe leader, sighed:

"Sumerian was truly brilliant, it was an epic era belonging to one person, the great Hero King Gilgamesh. No wonder the people of that time gave him hymns, wrote epics for him, and recorded his glory."

Vast epics, glorious civilization.

Merchants, shops, arenas, slavery.

The exquisite and brilliant Uruk Royal Palace, the great Hero King sitting on the throne, with deep and boundless eyes, holding the Damocles Sword, overlooking all living beings.

"Our era has declined, is heading towards decay and extinction. If the civilization sword bestowed by the gods had not been lost, even if we did not have the power of the Blood of Power, we might not have had such a difficult time."

"Is the heavens going to destroy our Babylon Tribe?"

"Civilization is the power that protects our intelligent races. I, Medea, want to know the path of our civilization's progress! How should we survive?!"

Medea's expression was calm. She was the most courageous and intelligent person in the tribe. Her strength was not as great as the men's, but her killing skills allowed her to defeat most of the warriors in the tribe.

She looked at several burly men in animal skins from the hunting team next to her, returning to reality, "How is the exploration of this area going?"

Surrounding them was a muddy swamp, rotten and dense. One of the warriors answered, "This area is a vast muddy swamp, probably formed by the accumulation of puddles after the Great Flood. There are many species inside, and many delicious fruits."

This was the fertile swamp that Xu Zhi had paved with chicken manure and cow dung, and the natural plants were even more lush.

"The Great Flood?"

Medea took a deep breath, looking at the vast black mud of the swamp in front of her.

It was hard to imagine the disaster more than two hundred years ago, the vast Great Flood that submerged the entire world.

God possesses unimaginable power, and with a wave of his hand, he can destroy our entire world.

"Then this place has plenty of food, it will be our tribe's next gathering point." She scanned her eyes around, suddenly realizing something was wrong, "Wait, where are Jia Erkai and Bo Luonijiasi?"

The surrounding people looked at each other, and also discovered that two people were missing.

This had never happened before.

The savage species on this land do not have much intelligence, and they will not attack weak humans, because people holding crude stone spears and stone axes cannot break through the scales of giant beasts, and can only be slaughtered by giant beasts and used as food.

"Something's wrong, this seemingly quiet and peaceful swampy mud contains strangeness, there are terrifying creatures we don't know about." Medea's expression changed, "The giant beasts' huge size prevents them from wading into the swamp, they will only sink here. There are no traces of giant beasts, only small swamp creatures could be secretly attacking us."

"Go!"

Medea decisively led more than twenty people away.

But at this moment, a disgusting and grotesque gray-black tentacle monster suddenly appeared in the swampy mud. Its body was covered with tentacles like gray seaweed, and the tentacles surrounded a huge scarlet eyeball covered with bloodshot veins.

This was an extremely disproportionate body.

A large eyeball covered with bloodshot veins actually occupied two-thirds of the body.

"So beautiful."

"How can there be such a good-looking girl in this world!"

Several burly men in animal skins suddenly made eye contact with the Evil Eye creature's bewitching scarlet eyeball, and couldn't help but walk over with fervor, as if they had seen a peerless beauty, so excited that no one could stop them.

"What are you doing!?"

"Don't go over there!"

The surrounding Babylon Tribe warriors couldn't help but feel terrified.

Such a bizarre and strange scene had already subverted their understanding.

Medea, as the most intelligent person in the Babylon Tribe, instantly sensed something, "What terrifying creatures are living in this muddy ground? Those strange and eerie giant eyeballs can actually bewitch prey to go over on their own. Jia Erkai and Bo Luonijiasi, who disappeared, must have walked into a trap and headed towards death!"

"Run!"

She decisively led everyone, immediately abandoning the few people who were bewitched and slowly walking over, and quickly fled.

But at this moment, she suddenly stopped, her eyes burning with fervor, "What wondrous creatures these are! They are weaker than us humans, with weak, limp tentacles and foolish giant eyeballs, yet they possess terrifying, inconceivable power, capable of destroying creatures stronger than themselves."

"Aren't we just as weak? Why is it that only they possess a unique power..." Medea's eyes burned with fervor, as if an unnamed Torch was burning in her eyes, and a terrifying thought awakened in her mind:

I must seize its power and revitalize the tribe!!

"Kill it, then we'll escape!" Medea suddenly shouted.

"What?"

The warriors of the tribe were all taken aback.

She turned back, raising the white stone spear high.

A ray of light sprinkled down from the sky, landing on her exquisitely beautiful and aloof face, like a war goddess in Norse mythology, "Follow me and kill it! I will take its corpse back to the tribe!"