Divided Ideals

Babylon Year 11.

Originally, it was rare for men to fuse with the blood of the Evil Eye, and the only Male Witch had just appeared not long ago before being killed. Finally, the fear of being dominated by Witches erupted!

"Run! This is no longer the Babylon Tribe of the past, it's hell!"

"The times have changed. The era of male dominance under Hero King Gilgamesh is over. Now it's the dark age of terrifying Witches!"

They frantically wanted to escape the tribe, preferring to eke out a living under the domination of beasts, surviving alone, rather than staying in such a terrifying tribe, living in the shadow of being controlled by the Witches' strange powers.

"Circe, unforgivable!"

Medea and Cassandra were facing each other in the tribe, their anger burning. They comforted the warriors in the tribe and had a big fight with Circe, even attacking her in anger.

They could no longer tolerate it.

In recent years, four new Witches had appeared, and there was no longer a shortage of combat power to protect the tribe, so they decided to suppress Circe. But after the battle, they were horrified to discover that Circe had secretly become far stronger than them over the years.

It took the two of them combined to suppress her.

It seemed that compared to the two good Witches who usually suppressed themselves, the evil Witch Circe, by indulging her spirit wantonly, could make her mental strength even stronger.

At this moment.

It was already Babylon Year 16.

The seemingly calm Three Witches, the three great Babylon Guardian Gods, the three sisters were bathing and chatting happily, but in reality, undercurrents were surging. Over the past five years, Circe had reached an unfathomable level, and the two of them combined could only barely contend with her.

"How is it? My dear sisters, don't you really want to give it a try?"

Circe's fair arm was still gently playing with the water, and she looked at the two of them gently, "Instead of suppressing yourselves, indulging yourselves is a better way for a Witch to cultivate and grow her spirit."

Medea soaked in the spring water, smiling and trying to persuade her with words: "No, Circe, I don't think this method is right. What will happen to the tribe if we join you?"

Circe's beautiful and charming face showed a serious look of contemplation, and she immediately planned a beautiful blueprint for the future, "We will rule the entire Babylon Tribe again. Women will be responsible for defending the tribe, and then men will be responsible for reproduction, bearing the responsibility of women."

"That's tyranny."

Medea said softly, "Like the brutal Sumerians who tried to defy the gods in the past, that's barbarism, not civilization. This is not what intelligent species should do... Do you know the purpose of the Hero King Gilgamesh ordering people to record history?"

"What is the purpose of history?" Circe asked with a smile.

"The purpose of history is to record the courage and hardship of our predecessors in resisting nature, and also to allow us to follow the correct path in the history of our predecessors... Your choice is barbarism, not civilization. You are leading us down the old road of the Sumerians' extinction."

Medea said, "Aren't you afraid that we will usher in the second Great Flood again?"

"I..."

A hint of fear flashed across Circe's face.

The stronger she became, the more fear she felt.

She was now only able to easily kill Ala Giant Beasts. Compared to the incredibly powerful Hero King recorded in history, who was hundreds of times stronger than her, even the great existence who could challenge the Fenba Giant Beast was doomed to perish... Circe's breathing became rapid, then she paused slightly, and suddenly laughed out loud.

She laughed heartily in the pool, her beautiful and fair body was breathtakingly beautiful, "Pfft! Sister, don't lie to me. I don't try to provoke the Creator, and I won't destroy other species and ecosystems. Even if it's tyranny, it's just our human infighting, and they shouldn't care about me, right?"

Circe immediately put on a smug smile, "Your mental progress has been too slow these years, not even a third of mine. My cultivation method is the fastest, the most unrestrained, and the happiest. Who cares about the life and death of men?"

Medea immediately retorted, her voice resounding, "Your cultivation method is too evil. It's a wrong path. We must explore the correct method of Witch mental cultivation."

Circe paused, her face gradually turning cold, "Since I can't convince you, I can only force you to cultivate."

Her face gradually became complicated, "I never thought of killing you two. In the long years, the only ones who can accompany me are our three sisters. You will soon understand that my choice is right, it's for your own good. I only need you to try it once, and you will fall in love with it and understand my good intentions."

Boom! Circe's face gradually turned cold, and an extremely cold and grim spiritual aura spread from her body, and the surrounding water ripples actually rolled away layer by layer, "Let me, force you, to accept men!!!"

"You're actually this strong!"

Medea and Cassandra's expressions changed.

"Do it!"

At this time, four newly born beautiful Witches appeared next to the pool.

They were wearing exquisite animal skins, holding black wooden crutches, and wearing flower crowns. Obviously, Medea was also prepared and planned to unite all the existing Witch powers to defeat the evil Witch Circe, who had become incredibly strong because she had embarked on the path of evil... It was impossible to let her go any longer.

Bang! "What if you join forces—"

Circe's violent mental will suddenly surged.

The snow-white spray of the pool rippled outwards in violent, vast waves under the terrifying mental impact, and several fish were shocked into floating on the surface, their bellies turning white.

"Is this the power of a Witch?"

At that moment, a sudden, gentle voice came.

It was a strange creature never seen before, a bizarre and mysterious Three-Eyed Raven with black feathers, which had been standing silently on a lush tree, watching everything they did, since who knows when.

"Who!"

The Witches' minds were shaken violently.

This place was surrounded by the Witches' mental aura. Medea and Cassandra valued their chastity the most. No foolish and lustful tribal men could sneak here to peek at the three of them bathing. The consequence of forcibly approaching would inevitably be a splitting headache.

But now, "Let's kill it together first, and then we'll deal with our grudges."

Boom! In an instant, all the Witches present, including Circe, acted at the same time. A strong mental impact converged in one place, intending to kill this unstable existence together first.

They were too decisive, intending to eliminate the unknown first.

This gathered mental power was very violent, evil, and bizarre. Even the most terrifying beast would die instantly. But at this moment, it seemed to fall into a swamp, disappearing without a trace on the Three-Eyed Raven.

"How is that possible!?"

For a moment, all the Witches looked at the black Three-Eyed Raven standing on the lush tree with dry, hoarse throats, and a terrifying thought echoed in their hearts at the same time, "What is this power..."

"This is the power of Meditation."

Xu Zhi said from the branch.