At the end of each ceremony, the tall Paris, in need of the service of a number of maidens, hides in the mysterious temple, leaving only an irritating voice wafting from the temple.

www.biquge.info It seems that these things are not strange to the ordinary members of the community at all, and Solas has heard from the old people that these warriors are children of the gods.

To be precise, they are actually the children of Paris, the king of the colony, and Paris is said to be the children of God.

Judging by his body alone, Paris is no different from these unbridled warriors.

Maybe it will be the same after the transformation, but no one alive in the community has ever seen Paris look after the transformation.

In fact, most of what Solas has heard comes from legends.

Paris outlived all the people in the community.

And the most direct result of the women's service to him is that the number of people who can transform is increasing.

The legends that circulate in the community always contain the absolute surrender.

The origin of Paris is an unexplainable mystery, and the return of God has given Paris something other than the unsolved mystery, such as more authority, and even more authority than ever before of the obedience of the high priests who followed Paris, who possessed the young woman to enjoy the pleasure and munch on the food that the people had so painstakingly harvested, but never toiled.

The more Solas's mind thought about it, the hotter it became, and he turned his head to look behind him, and there were few young men bent over who were willing to follow him.

Some were afraid to participate in the fear of God's power, while others were busy serving the warriors.

Solas gestured to a young man behind him with the light of the fire that could sometimes come through the gaps in the dancing figures.

The other man must have nodded, and grasped the wooden stick that had been sharpened in his hand.

A magical leaf found by accident in the woods might help them complete their mission tonight, and Solas is still waiting.

In the middle of the night, the girls who had finished serving in the spirit hall came out with their heads bowed.

This scene made Solas even more annoyed, in his opinion, what kind of child of God was a group of beasts.

Solas, who is swayed by this idea, will be chased and eliminated by Solas if he encounters a four-legged animal similar to a transgender person during the hunt, as long as they are found lying on their stomachs.

Tonight he's going to destroy the beasts too.

He believed that as long as the struggle was set off, after all, there were more people in the community who could not be deformed, and there was hope for victory in the struggle.

But he has quietly avoided the question, which side of this struggle will God be on?

He wasn't sure, but the longer he was ready for the operation, the more likely he was to be discovered by Paris.

Solas slowly stood up, stomped out the sparkling fire with the soles of his thick skinned feet, and raised his stick towards a shapeshifter who was already unconscious.

It turns out that the shapeshifter's head is not as hard as expected, and when the wooden stick in Solas's hand stabs sharply into the shapeshifter's head, the others also attack.

With a faint sound, dozens of shapeshifters slumped around the campfire.

The plan went well, and Solas began the second step.

The success of the first step led to more people in the community joining the team, and they piled up the hidden dry branches at the door of the spirit hall, allowing the high priest to be covered and struggling there, lighting the dry branches and starting to burn the spirit hall.

The High Priest was actually waiting, and his cry was to report to Paris.

But after a long time without Paris in the temple, the high priest knew what he had to do.

He stopped shouting meaninglessly, and quietly watched the flames blazing, roasting the door of the spirit hall red and hot.

The temple creaked, almost as it was when the wooden houses built by the people in the community were burned, and they were probably about to collapse.

Solas silently raised his right hand, the stick in his hand sharp and slender in the light of the fire.

The others followed him in the same way.

The High Priest came over and muttered the familiar words in his mouth, rubbing Solas' back as he had rubbed Paris's back countless times.

The starting sound of the spacecraft is really not loud, Moore Holmes can't feel it, the spacecraft needs a good seal with good noise prevention and noise reduction when it goes through spaceflight, and of course he can't hear it.

Now he wanted to see what was going on with the drastic changes in the number of energy bodies around the Spirit Hall that the spaceship monitoring system said.

Mormoth had docked the ship a little further after asking Paris to leave the ship a little earlier, and now he needed to adjust and take a look.

The first thing the monitors sent out to observe was a chain reaction that was still beating around the Spirit Temple, and the reaction process was nearing its end.

Notable Parris, Mormones sensed something unusual.

The footage that came back next was even more illustrative of the anomaly, and the corpses of dozens of shape-shifting warriors lying on the ground were impressively visible.

It turns out that the mutation of the energy body is said to be a matter of the life form of these transformed people, and the state of the life form of these transformed people has changed.

There is no other explanation, and there is a revolt in the community.

This is not unusual, in the depths of the universe, no matter which corner or that planet, control and counter-control are one of the eternal themes.

Holmes needed to know where Paris had gone, but he saw it quickly.

Endals said he didn't know what would happen if he was a shapeshifter and received radiation and radiation.

Chronos looked out the window at the countless organisms floating on the surface of King Wantel, and he thought of the tested individuals in the base.

As the collection of images from the remaining three information structure carriers was gradually completed, the only thing that Korors and his assistants were really busy with became the only thing they could do: disintegrate, translate, organize, and restructure the prophecies left by their ancestors.

If the first finger that was destroyed before carried the content of the prophecy, then the remaining three fingers are more of a list of all kinds of bizarre technologies and special thinking.

The two were stunned, but their admiration also grew stronger.

Nabra's civilization is staggering, and most of the techniques that have been translated this time have not been used by Nabra.

There are very few technologies that Nabra has, such as a long-range spaceship designed based on the principle of motion after a thorough analysis of the universe.

Endals lamented that if he hadn't directly inherited these technologies, Nabra would have evolved himself and would have broken through only one of the periphery of these technologies.

This is called the mystery of natural planning, no matter how backward it is, as long as it keeps moving forward, there is still hope of catching up.

It's just a question of how much time you want to spend and whether you can afford to wait.

The prophecy of the ancestors is indeed more than just a prophecy with these techniques.

However, it is under the support of material conditions, and the proportion of today's bases that can systematically undertake these technologies is less than 1%.

It seems that since coming to Nabra to cooperate with the indigenous people there, the ancestors have not received such prophecies and advanced science and technology.

Is prophecy cyclical?

So what is the rationale for setting the amplitude of the cycle?

With a problem that they didn't understand, they used a lot of storage space to store the unwrapped information structures.

This is thanks to Endals' updated storage system according to the new thinking, the storage in the past was full input storage, but this time it is converted to binary encoding and superimposed storage.

The superimposed information body can be redeployed and used as long as it passes through the previously specified decoding program, and it has to be stored as an information structure that is not used for the time being.

After setting up the decoding program with the assistant, superimposing and storing the information, Korors did not hesitate, and directly opened the energy attack device that the assistant had just tested again, set the coordinates, and a white light flew towards the second prophecy finger.

Endals didn't say anything, he knew what the captain was thinking.

As a subordinate, he has no reason to oppose the decision of his superiors, not to mention that the content of these prophecies was left to the captain by the captain's ancestors, and the captain had a reason to destroy them.

In fact, they were unable to determine whether the temporarily departed hunters had deciphered the structural information bodies.

The computer equipped on the combat spaceship is powerful, and it is still in active service, so it may have been deciphered.

Unsurprisingly, the fingers that received the attack began to shatter from the top, bursting with a white light that seemed to scorch everything, obscuring most of the sky, and even the liquid around the base beneath the deep Wantel was pierced by the light.

The third and fourth roots, pointing to the sky, have all been detonated by the carriers prophesied by the ancestors that they are no longer far away.

By the time the light flickered, the fire lit by the rebels in the middle of the jungle had begun to fade, and Paris had not appeared compared to Soras, who thought that the raid had won a great victory, and he waved his arms in the direction of the ship.

In fact, he had always had the idea that if obedience to God was the price of full rights, he could also consider obedience.

It was at this time that Paris appeared at the door of the hall that emitted this scorching air after it was burned red, and his appearance caused panic among the crowd.

Some people couldn't help but think of the inexplicable fate of the sturdy betrayer in the first place, who kept backing away, leaving Solas where he was.

Before Solas could react, he was knocked down by a tremendous force coming from behind.

A heavy foot or paw on his back made him gasp.

Sharp fingers hooked around his neck, forcing him to twist his neck to look at the deformed Paris.

Paris took a layered breath from his nose and sent a stream of air to Solas.

Soras's pained and distorted face was small compared to Paris's face lying in front of him.

Obviously, Paris was furious, but the important thing was that Paris didn't look hurt in the slightest.

Paris didn't need to communicate with the leader of the rebellion, his actions said a lot about his attitude.

After staring at him for a moment, he clasped Solas's neck with his hand and lifted the rebel up, letting his feet off the ground, unable to breathe.

Hands raised higher and higher, and he showed Solas to all the people.

Although some people had already quietly hid in the woods and left, it was enough for these people to be frightened before they could leave.

Paris was well aware of what these lower creatures needed.

He didn't say anything, slowly preparing to eliminate the rebels.

The ship on the other side was coming, and it seemed that God knew what was going on with him.

The ship moved slowly, and a white light began to print behind it, followed by a total of three white rays.

Paris couldn't remember where he had seen it, but it was familiar.

The spacecraft also seemed to feel a bright light behind it, but the slow flight was mixed with a sharp U-turn, and there was a loud noise, and many parts changed.

Believing that the god was ready to attack, Paris temporarily laid down the already fainting Solas and observed what might happen to the ship.

But the white light was just white light, and there was no other effect.

After giving itself enough time to respond, the ship finally opened the exit, and Mor Holmes stood at the exit.

Looking from the place where he was higher than the highest point of the Spirit Temple, he clearly saw the ordinary creature that had been thrown to the ground.

In an instant, he had a new notice, perhaps saying that it was a rule.

Xi and Wa basically didn't ask about those small things now, they thought about waiting for more people with mysterious origins like the two of them to appear, but they still didn't wait.

Sometimes when we look at each other, we always feel that something must exist behind them, but it is difficult to know the slightest thing.

The development of the tribe never stopped, and after the division continued, more people migrated to strange places.

When Xi had free time, he squatted on the sand by the river and scratched the patterns he had designed.

Some of the patterns that appeared in his dreams in the middle of the night without any warning were integrated into his understanding of this pattern.

The unknown origin represents a lot of possibilities, and it also means that he and Wa may not be from the same place.

But all the changes in heaven and earth, cold and summer, cold and warm, Xi has thought about it, and it is because of these that he has won the respect and respect of the tribe.

Squatting by the river and thinking about the cold, a white pillar of light rose from the ground in the west.

Xi endured the soreness in his legs and feet, and quickly stood up to observe.

It was certain that he had never seen such a scene, but it was familiar.

Instead of one, three pillars of light appeared.

This was very similar to the pillar of light that appeared before, although the slight panic caused by Xi was calmed down by how the celestial phenomena comforted, but Xi couldn't understand what was going on.

The dream that must have been made that night did not appear strangely.

Wa, who wakes up to work early, reminds him that the transformation that he hasn't seen in a long time has appeared the night before.

Xi also didn't understand what the reason was.

He wrote him down according to his own understanding, with long and short symbols.

One, two, three, four, there was a chaotic flow scene in Xi's head.

He shook his head and heard that it was the tribesmen looking for him.

Whenever the sun reaches the southernmost point of the sky, he needs to preside over the worship of the sun.

At this time, which is also the coldest time of the day, this year, sacrifices are also required.

Out of fear of the sun, the crowd prepared the sacrifice in advance, but this year Xi has not yet learned who will be the sacrifice.

He couldn't wait any longer, and after remembering the arrangement of the symbols in his head, he left the river.

The girl who ran in the distance, obviously not seeing him walking slowly, bumped into him head-on.

Xi fell to the ground defenselessly, and the girl reached out to help him, but retracted her hand again.

Turning around and continuing to run towards the higher embankment by the river, he jumped directly into the water.

Then the people of the tribe were chasing the girl.

Looking at the girl who fell into the deep river, no one dared to go down and pull her up.

Xi pushed aside the crowd and jumped into the river, and the people behind him screamed, and then shouted along the river to save Xi.

Unexpectedly, there was such an ending in the chase, and the person who led the chase had no idea, so he could only shout the name of Sage Xi with the crowd.