Three Witches

"But, more of these creatures are approaching us!"

Someone roared, looking into the distance of the Black Swamp, where more Large-Eyed Tentacle Monsters were approaching.

These weak creatures were slowly wriggling, crawling with their viscous tentacles.

Although their movements were ridiculously slow, their eerie power was extremely terrifying. Once surrounded by these large eyeballs, "Even at the cost of death, I'll kill one!"

Medea took the initiative, raising her Stone Spear, transforming into the tribe's most valiant warrior, and charged straight ahead.

Bang!!! With just one spear, accompanied by a sharp, hoarse scream like an infant's cry, the fragile eyeball quickly exploded, the stench soaring into the sky. It turned into a burst of disgusting, viscous liquid, densely splattering onto Medea's face.

"Take it away!" She lifted the corpse's viscous tentacle with one hand, quickly turned her head, and when she came back to her senses, she was surrounded by seven or eight Evil Eyes, and couldn't help but turn pale.

"Follow me, kill a way out!"

It was a very tragic fight.

Nearly thirty members of the tribe's powerful hunting party were basically all dead.

They could have escaped, but because they delayed their escape time, they were surrounded by terrifying creatures. In the end, only three survivors escaped this terrible demon swamp that seemed cursed by death.

"They're all dead."

Medea, this extremely strong-willed and intelligent woman, couldn't help but burst into tears.

She looked at the two last warriors beside her, knowing what this meant.

Over the years, the brave men of the tribe had basically died from finding food and hunting giant beasts. The tribe of nearly a thousand people had only a hundred strong men left, and the rest were more than nine hundred old, weak, sick, and disabled. Now, with the loss of another third of them, they were almost facing the fate of extinction.

"However, our race is going to die sooner or later anyway. It's only a matter of time, so why not go all out?" Medea took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the Evil Eye Demon Monster, "Hopefully, the corpse of this creature, bought back at a huge price, its evil Blood of Power will be useful..."

Over the years, countless people had tried to fuse with the blood of various powerful giant beasts, hoping to have the Hero King Gilgamesh's power and protect the tribe.

But apart from the "Blood of Power" bestowed by the gods to an unknown creature, all had died. 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 Medea returned to the tribe with the few remaining people, her father had already collapsed.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing?!"

The middle-aged, burly giant, wearing black animal skin, was panting heavily on the animal skin chair high above.

"I'm not crazy." In the tribe's tent, Medea took a deep breath, facing her father's roar, "We have no way out. Instead of waiting for death, we might as well fight to the death and have a second Gilgamesh appear, a Hero King, guiding our civilization to glory. This is the only way for our intelligent race to avoid extinction!"

"That's impossible."

The leader slowly shook his head, bitterly saying, "Only the legendary blood bestowed by the gods—the Blood of Power—can bring us great power. Moreover, this disgusting monster is viscous, disgusting, and brutal. Even if we successfully possess such disgusting power, the gods will punish us..."

"Power has no good or evil."

Medea's voice became low and hoarse, as she looked at her aging father sitting high above,

"Having the bright and great Blood of Power can also lead to a tyrant, wielding the civilization's Holy Sword, and challenging the omnipotent god. And having dark and terrifying power, if one maintains a kind heart, may also protect people.

This monster is completely different from other giant beast species! It is weak, even weaker than us humans, but it possesses incredible power. If we can possess power like it..."

"You, Medea, how dare you!"

The leader was silent, panting heavily, seemingly contemplating 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, panting heavily, as this would be a more terrifying decision than his own death.

He suddenly lowered his head, looked at his stubborn daughter below, and howled in a low voice, choking and hoarse, "But, we don't have enough people to test the integration of new blood anymore."

Over the past two hundred years, if they had reproduced normally, they might not have only this much strength left. It was generations of brave and resourceful leaders, unwilling to face extinction, who had the tribe's young people try to integrate new giant beast blood.

In each generation, there were people who died selflessly, dying in endless pain.

These generations of martyrs, written into the bloody history of the tribe's rise, were the reason for the sparse population, but they still had not risen.

Medea took a deep breath, "Yes, our Babylon Tribe no longer has 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 been the men protecting the women. This time, it's the women's turn to step forward and try this blood."

Medea was silent, saying in a low voice, "And, if a large number of women die, we will have fewer burdens, and reducing the population may not be impossible... This time, let the women of our tribe die."

Swish!!

Instantly, the tent was deathly silent.

Half a day later, high above the tribe, torches blazed as Medea summoned the entire populace.

"If we do not wish to face extinction!"

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

"If we hope for a great next generation Hero King to lead the civilization of the Wisdom race!"

"Death cannot crush our arms, nor break our spines! The great Hero King, Gilgamesh, once said that the history of mankind's struggle against nature is a history of courage and paeans, which is why he ordered the Historian to record history! And today, history will record our courage on this day!"

Medea, breathing heavily, stood on the high platform and roared, looking at the old, weak, women, and children below:

"Tomorrow, at dawn, we hope you will come for the sake of the tribe! The paean of mankind is a paean of courage!"

The women below, holding their children, remained silent.

Everyone knew there was virtually no chance of survival.

That night, countless women in the tribe bid farewell to their husbands and children in silence. After weeping bitterly, they resolutely chose to undergo the test.

For countless days and nights, they had endured enough. Their husbands had died, their fathers had died, and their sons would die in the future. What did they have left? They had only themselves left.

No one could protect them anymore; only they could protect themselves.

This day was destined to be stained with blood and cruelty.

Countless women resolutely stepped forward, attempting to assimilate the Blood of Power. More than four hundred lay dead, the ground littered with corpses contorted in pain.

The blood was incompatible with their own, but in the end, three women survived, including Medea, and two others named Circe and Cassandra.

The three of them were permanently etched onto the ancient stone wall.

The scene on the Babylon mural depicted countless women in pools of blood, with only three strong women standing atop the endless corpses, the three of them encircling each other, together holding aloft a huge, burning Torch. This scene was engraved in the Babylon historical murals, and later generations called this sacred ancient mural the "Three Witches."

They had passed on the Torch of civilization.

History, etched in murals, recorded the history of the rise of human tribal civilization, the great courage to fight against nature and beasts!

After pain and death came rebirth. In the days that followed, these three great and resolute women led the tribe's civilization forward once more. They began to possess a strange spiritual power, their minds strong and sharp, mysterious and evil, like the Evil Eye.

They gradually gained the ability to barely resist the giant beasts, using their minds to interfere with the beasts from behind, allowing the warriors wielding Stone Spears to fight in the front.

Their powerful mental strength also often made them unable to control their own mental fluctuations, unintentionally shattering the opponent's mind and killing them due to excitement and agitation.

Therefore, they were all chaste women.

They were lonely, proud, and even unapproachable.

Medea possessed a strong sense of honor and mission. She led the tribe to wage war, wielding a wooden staff, resisting giant beasts, and hunting for food.

Cassandra had a gentle and amiable personality, and she liked peace. She enjoyed leading the women to graze livestock, plant herbs, heal the people, and fight against diseases.

Circe was an exception.

In the tribe, men began to die mysteriously on a regular basis.

People secretly cursed Circe, but Circe harbored resentment in her heart. Secretly, she began to use her mental power to curse those men who resisted her, causing them to have splitting headaches, dark circles around their eyes, and thinning hair.

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

Even the other two could not dissuade her, nor could they join forces to kill her, because her power was needed to protect the tribe.

Due to Circe's tyranny, the status of women also became lofty. The three of them were gradually feared by the warriors in the tribe, and were called witches by the people of the tribe, symbolizing power, evil, mystery, the unknown, fear, and omnipotence.

From this day on, the tribe entered the age of witches, ruled by women.

Spear of Flourishing Witchcraft records: [The Babylon Tribe suffered from beast plagues, and men were scarce. Women took the Blood of Power, and the great Three Witches appeared: War Witch Medea, who controlled the war and glory of disorder; Curse Witch Circe, who controlled the chaos of sex and curses; and Spring Witch Cassandra, who controlled the medicine and grazing of occultism.]