In the open field, dozens of bonfires were lit to light up half of the sky, and men armed with wooden bows and arrows patrolled back and forth in the bonfire area, each wearing a whistle to warn the enemy at the first opportunity.

The open space surrounded by bonfires was covered with countless firewood and grass, and in the middle stood a huge figure made of twigs, thorns and hay.

One by one, the scavengers were brought in from the darkness, and another group of people decorated them.

Take off your clothes and wrap them around the thorns.

Then, a man wearing a crown of thorns came over, and each scavenger patted his chest and dragged them to the firewood.

Dozens of strong men appeared, each holding a huge wooden hammer in his hand.

Whenever a scavenger was escorted over, they picked up a special wooden hammer, smashed the scavenger's head, and threw it into the pile of firewood and grass.

It didn't take long for the thick smell of blood to fill the camp, and corpses were spread out around the huge figures.

Layered on top of each other, like petals in full bloom.

There was an old man with a wooden crown on his head, standing on a high altar, whispering to the southern sky.

Suddenly, someone came up from below and whispered: "There is a camp that has been attacked, and all the savages are dead." ”

The old man's voice was unpleasant, like a fingernail picking at a wooden plank: "If you die, you die, they are bait, luring away half a person." ”

Hearing the half-human, the comer was worried: "Half-human ...... tonight"

The old man's face was like dead wood when he laughed: "Great sacrifice, half a human comes, looking for death." ”

Bang - Bang -

The sound of a wooden hammer smashing his head kept ringing.

After a long time, hundreds of corpses were densely spread in the firewood and grass piles, and someone went over to water the tree oil.

The old man raised his arms and shouted, "The great sacrifice begins!" ”

Except for the patrol guards, the others hula all knelt facing south.

The old man gave an order: "The fire is on!" ”

The pile of firewood and grass was lit, and the huge figure was burning.

Everyone faces the south, prostrates on the ground, and under the guidance of the old man, worships: "The mother of the world, the source of strength, the destination of all things, will return!" ”

The sacrificial words were recited over and over again, and the devout beliefs of the believers seemed to resonate with heaven and earth!

In the fire, many invisible, intangible, but real energies rose with the flames, rushed into the sky, shot south at the speed of light, and then disappeared.

The flames grew stronger and brighter, reflecting the entire sky red.

…………

Three Rivers City, Singularity Research Institute.

There is a laboratory with blood-red lights, and someone sits under the light, reading the newspaper that can only be seen by the upper echelons of the singularity.

One of the pieces of information caught his attention, Sweetwater, a town on the outskirts of the singularity, suffered a catastrophe, all supplies were looted, and all people, livestock and poultry disappeared without a trace.

But someone from the military will see what appears to be a cyborg from a guard tower in the north!

Zombies? This man knows all about the aftermath of cyborgs.

Suddenly, his brain swelled and he closed his eyes in deep thought.

Because of the connection between faith and consciousness, I gradually felt that the world seemed to change.

After a long time, the man opened his eyes and looked solemn: "The mother god is awake!" ”

It's still a long way to go, but the Mother Goddess is awake, and anything is possible.

What mankind owes to the Mother Goddess, it must be returned to the Mother Goddess after all!

…………

The red sky dimmed, Zhuo Cheng sat on the top of the hill and watched for a while, making sure that there would be no danger, so he went down.

On the opposite side, Zhao Qingshan and a few people came down from another hill and shouted at Zhuocheng: "Cannon, it's convenient to have a few words?" ”

Zhuo Cheng replied directly: "It's inconvenient. ”

Zhao Qingshan's words were blocked and he couldn't help coughing.

The others had seen Zhuo Cheng with their own eyes, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Qingshan wanted to speak, but finally held back.

The man saved them and gave them some of the supplies, and in any way they could ask for more.

came down, Zhuo Cheng turned out a thick rag, and just about to wrap it, a gust of wind blew.

Soon, the wind howled, and there were more clouds in the sky.

Northwest wind turned south?

Zhuo Cheng glanced at the sky, if it rained in the late autumn season, it would be troublesome.

In the second half of the night, the wind blew stronger and stronger, roaring among the hills.

By the time the eastern sky lit up, it was already flying sand and rocks, and the ground was full of messes.

Zhuo Cheng was a little sheltered here, barely able to hide, woke up the mule early, and tied the supplies to her to prevent the wind from blowing away.

On the opposite side, Zhao Qingshan and the others hid behind the stones and gathered in a heap, holding hands, extremely united.

Zhuo Cheng looked at the sky, the clouds were accumulating, and the wind was raging.

The mule also looked at it and said, "It seems that there is something in the sky." ”

Zhuo Cheng saw it, and there was a strange golden light, spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, carrying the clouds around wildly, turning into a thick tornado.

Luckily, this tornado is far away.

But under the aftermath, there are still flying sand and rocks here, as if to blow people into the sky.

"It seems to be in the direction of death." The mule was surprised.

Zhuo Cheng pointed to the mule's ears and shouted, "What dead place? ”

The mule replied, "A place in the south of the wilderness, the perennial fog does not dissipate, and when people get close, the tumor will deteriorate, and the extraordinary twisters are also prone to disintegration and death, so the people in the wilderness are called the Death Land." ”

Zhuo Cheng was curious: "Do you know the reason?" ”

The mule thought for a moment: "Some say that there is a very terrible twist hidden there. ”

Zhuo Cheng once possessed a distorted thing, and when the seed took root and sprouted, he absorbed some of the characteristics of the distorted thing, knowing that this thing was unreasonable, like a distortion of the rules of the world and spiritual consciousness.

The wind kept blowing, Zhuo Cheng was gray-headed, and the golden light in the sky, I don't know if it was the sun.

The principle of tornado formation is vaguely impressive, but if you think about it, you can't remember it.

It may be a common problem for most people.

The wind blew for half a morning, and finally began to lighten, Zhuo Cheng's face was full of sand and dust all over his mouth and nose, and the mule turned from brown to earthy color.

While the water was still sufficient, Zhuo Cheng rinsed his mouth and wiped his face simply.

Patted the ash off the saddle, turned over and rode on, and shook the reins: "Let's go!" ”

The mule seemed to accept its fate, and instead of shouting that he was born free, he walked forward with a little excitement.

Zhao Qingshan appeared in front, Zhuo Cheng ignored him and walked by himself.

"Thank you." Zhao Qingshan can only say this sentence.

Zhuo Cheng nodded at him, rode the mule out of the valley, and went straight south.

When the sun rises high, it shines on the face very comfortably.

Turning over the two mounds, Zhuo Cheng asked, "How long do you have to walk?" ”

The mule thought carefully for a moment: "About five days." ”

In the middle of the afternoon, when he was about to get out of the hilly area, Zhuo Cheng found that on the highest hill on the left, someone looked this way and rode a tall horse galloping.

"Wait!" The man shouted as he walked, "This friend waits!" ”

Zhuo Cheng held the mace and did not drive the mule to run, but looked over there vigilantly.

It was a tall horse of great possiveness, riding on it by an acquaintance, with a felt hat pressed low on his head, covering half of his face, wearing a black mid-leather jacket, with shiny brass rivets on the sleeves, and riding boots of the same color on his feet.

When he got closer, the man reined in his horse and lifted the brim of his hat up, revealing the brass sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Zhuo Cheng is sure that he is not mistaken, he once visited the military council in Sweetwater Town!

The half-man took off his sunglasses and looked at Zhuo Cheng with a little surprise, always feeling that this person was familiar, and after recognizing it for a while, he guessed: "Are you from Sweetwater Town?" Called......"

Zhuo Cheng answered: "I am the cannon of Sweetwater Town, and I have accompanied the mayor to see you." ”

The half-man remembered, raised his hand and nodded: "You were a bald head at that time, much thinner than now, why have you changed a lot?" ”

Zhuo Cheng didn't answer, nodded slightly, and asked, "Do you have something?" ”

The half-man asked directly, "Have you ever seen a group of short people?" He gestured to his chest and abdomen: "It's probably only as tall as an ordinary person." ”

Zhuo Cheng pointed back: "Go north, two hills in a row, there is a small valley, when I came, they were still there." ”

The half-man clenched his fist at Zhuo Cheng: "Thank you." ”

Zhuo Cheng was about to leave, and reminded: "There are cultists nearby, be careful." ”

Half-man sideways: "You met them?" ”

Zhuo Cheng's hammer was always in his hand: "Those short ones were caught by the cultists, and a few were sacrificed by fire, and I saved the rest by the way." ”

The half-man urged the horse to go: "Thank you brother for your help, the military will be grateful!" I'll take them to Sweetwater to recuperate, and we'll talk when you get back, brother. ”

Hearing Sweetwater Town, Zhuo Cheng's heart was gloomy, but his tone was very calm: "Don't go to Sweetwater Town, Sweetwater Town...... I'm probably the only one who survived. ”

Half-man shocked: "What? Mayor Dooch and Paine ......"

Zhuo Cheng sighed lightly: "They were killed." ”

"I am an old acquaintance with Mayor Duqi, and my teacher Lu Yuanshan and Mayor Duqi are close friends." The half-man hurriedly asked, "What happened?" ”

Zhuo Cheng pondered for a moment, concealed the story of his resurrection, and explained other things in general, focusing on the huge monster that the mother goddess, Migo, and the teacher had killed.

"I was beaten into a basement and passed out, but I survived, and when I woke up, everyone else was gone."

The demi-man opened the bag by the saddle and took out a disposed head: "Migo, you said, is this kind of monster?" ”

Zhuo Cheng took a closer look and said, "That's it." ”

"It's the first time I've seen it, this time I went south to the wilderness, and I asked people in many ways, but no one had seen it, so strange." The half-man shook his head at first, and then said: "The mother god you said, I know some clues, the cultists who haunt the neighborhood worship this evil god, and they call it the mother goddess of the earth. ”

This confirms Zhuo Cheng's speculation, Mother Earth God? Gaia? No, that's Greek mythology.

I've never seen anyone speak a foreign language when I came here.

Zhuo Cheng asked, "Is there any other relevant information?" ”

"I have been walking for many years, and for the first time I have heard the name of Mother Earth, I only know that cultists call her the mother of the world, the source of power, the destination of all things, and the sacrifice is to bring her back again. ”

Zhuo Cheng determined that the cultists were related to the mother goddess, and said: "The change in Sweetwater Town is directly related to these cultists who believe in the mother goddess. ”

The half-man found the same goal for the two of them: "The cultists killed their fellow human beings, and they should be uprooted!" Are you ready to go into the wilderness? ”

Zhuo Cheng nodded: "Track down the murderer." ”

"We exchange messages." The half-man took out a metal bottle, scratched his finger on his finger, and the blood fell into the bottle, he told Zhuo Cheng the specific usage, and said: "Notify me in time if there is news." ”