My Twenty-four Heavens

The specially made strong bow shot out a powerful arrow, which instantly pierced through the tentacle monster's fragile body.

With a puffing sound, the fragile scarlet one-eyed instantly exploded, gushing out a foul-smelling sticky juice.

After shooting, Si Gun only felt that his whole body was sore and weak.

Forcibly pulling the special strong bow, the physical burden was too great for Si Gun.

But at this moment, Si Gun couldn't care about these anymore, looking at the tentacle monster pierced by the arrow, he quickly ran towards the tentacle monster's corpse.

Seeing this scene, the other tentacle monsters hissed sharply and hoarsely.

The spiritual power in the voice made Si Gun's eyes darken even though he was far away.

Must... must take it back!

Si Gun bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, and the salty warmth spread in his mouth.

Stimulated by the severe pain, Si Gun pulled himself together, picked up the tentacle monster's corpse, and staggered towards the clansmen.

You can't let the patriarch die here, shoot them!

The hunting team will follow me to protect the patriarch!

Today's human race is fighting for their lives, seeing that Si Gun is about to be surrounded by monsters, they all kill him with red eyes.

This is a very tragic fight!

Especially those members of the hunting team rushing towards Si Gun, they were like moths to a flame, delaying the monsters at the cost of their own lives.

In the team of more than 20 people, only a small half of them managed to escape in the end.

The members of the hunting team, in order to delay the monsters from approaching Si Gun, were eaten by the horrible creatures, and finally the whole army was wiped out.

Si Gun was carrying the monster's corpse, his firm eyes turned red, and big tears flowed from the eyes of this man who led a tribe.

They're all dead!

Seeing that in order to keep themselves alive, the members of the hunting team paid the price with their lives.

Because of his own decision, half of the hunting team composed of young and strong tribes was directly lost.

This means that the tribe of nearly a thousand people will have to face the threat of hunger and giant beasts due to the loss of the hunting team.

There is still hope!

As long as we can successfully obtain the power of the monster, the tribe still has hope of continuing.

In the sad and desolate atmosphere, Si Gun took a deep breath, carried the corpse of the monster and walked towards the tribe without saying a word.

A sticky, foul-smelling liquid flowed out from the monster's body, covering Si Gun's body.

...

The hunting team came back, and everyone in the entire tribe went out with great anticipation to meet the heroes who provided meat for the tribe and defended the tribe against beasts.

However, what the tribesmen saw was not the heroes and their prey who had returned with full rewards.

It was a hunting team that lost more than half of it, but only brought back a monster corpse.

Si Gun, what are you doing!

Your crazy idea will destroy the tribe!

After listening to the hunting team's description, the elders in the tribe trembled all over, pointed at Si Gun's nose and began to curse.

Facing the elders in the tribe, those elders who had witnessed the rise and fall of the tribe and accumulated wisdom over time, Si Gun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

Even if the hunting team is not lost today, how long can our tribe survive?

The human race is no longer what it used to be. We are just the prey of ferocious beasts now. We are just poor worms shivering in the corner!

Rather than struggling to wait for death and despair to devour the tribe bit by bit, it is better to fight to the death.

The human race will have a future only if it is born with a strong man like the emperor Xia Qi who can lead civilization to glory and suppress an era!

Looking at the resolute Si Gun,

The elders in the tribe seemed to have lost all their strength, and they said in a desperate tone:

Impossible...this is impossible!

Only the blood of the God of War bestowed by the Creator God in the legend can make the race invincible.

Even the legendary blood of the God of War can only be fused with the bravest fighters. Are there any fighters like that in our tribe?

The blood of the God of War is a fetish bestowed by the Creator God, and these monsters... are cruel, disgusting, and full of desire... Aren't you afraid that we will be dominated by this power and become new monsters?

No one was optimistic about Si Gun's ideas. As the longest-lived existence in the tribe, the clan elders had long been used to being safe.

Only by being safe can we survive better.

Taking risks with the future of a tribe and fighting for an illusory opportunity, in the eyes of these tribe elders, all these are really crazy.

We have no choice!

So many people have died, I am more painful and blame myself than you!

Si Gun still refused to give in. He looked around at the desperate and angry clan elders, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

Today, giant beasts are rampant.

Our human race has lost the sword of civilization, and we want to be in such an environment... possible.

Only by fighting to the death can our human race have a chance to rise again!

The firm eyes silenced the clan elders. They gulped and dressed roughly, thinking about this daring idea in their hearts.

Hurrah!

In the silent tribe, only the violent panting of the elders remained.

They knew very well what Si Gun said was right, the human race was struggling to survive in such an environment, and sooner or later it would perish.

But sooner or later, that is also a matter of the future.

If Si Gun's idea fails, the tribe's demise may be tomorrow.

This is a terrible decision that is more important than his own death. The clan elders who have been stable for a lifetime can't make up their minds at all.

After a long time, one of the elders suddenly waved his hand weakly:

You... decide for yourself, but the Horde will not give you any support.

If you succeed, you will be the emperor of the entire human race in the future.

But if you fail, you will be the sinner who led the tribe to destruction.

After all, the clan elders were still unable to make such an important decision related to the survival of the tribe, but left the choice to Si Gun and other people who were willing to follow Si Gun.

Si Gun was silent for a while, and he looked at those sallow and emaciated clansmen.

Sensing their blank and dodging gazes, Si Gun walked up to the heights of the tribe and said in a firm voice:

As the leader of the Youchong tribe, I don't want to know that the tribe is dying, but I can't do anything.

In the legendary era of the Three Emperors, the human race was as weak as us today, but they knew how to strive for self-improvement.

They used the life and courage of generations to create the glory of human civilization.

We are the descendants of the dragon, and the pride and courage of our ancestors flow in our blood.

Standing on the high platform, Si Gun looked at the people in the tribe with a calm but firm voice:

Tomorrow morning, I hope that someone will come with courage and come for the tribe.

Because, like our ancestors, we strive for self-improvement!