Beneath Deep Space

There is no sound in the pitch-black cave. Due to their special physiological structure, the Red Flame Horn people do not need to breathe, and at the same time they can mask their heartbeat to an extremely low level.

Chief Gondor bit his thick finger solemnly and dropped a drop of blood into "Lilith". At the same time, each elder also made almost the same action.

The Chiyanjiao people practice a clan system, which is a special social system with patriarchy as the core and blood relations as the link. The opinions of these elders represent the entire big family, and there is no room for regret.

The blood-dropping ceremony is completed, and after some more prayers, the entire sacrifice is completed.

The process is simple, but the underlying meaning is not simple.

Because of this, I have to pay the price with my life.

Next came the screening of the escape team.

Suffering has taught them more things. The Chiyanjiao people have already formed the concept of numbers. Through word of mouth, basically everyone can learn mathematics. In the end, out of a large tribe of 12,000 people, only... 2,000 seeds will remain.

These two thousand people must carry out the mission of continuing the tribe.

Therefore, the old, weak, sick and disabled are not needed, they must be young elites with the ability to reproduce!

Because of their long-term dormancy, the natural lifespan of the Red Flame Horn people is very long, up to five hundred years. However, due to the harsh living environment, less than one in 10,000 people can die. The population here is mostly young and middle-aged, the old, weak and disabled, who have died first in various disasters.

In this case, who dies and who lives?

All the tribesmen were waiting quietly without any sound or noise. But the dim eyes meant that their hearts were not as peaceful as they appeared.

All living things are afraid of death, especially intelligent life. Who doesn’t want to live?

Who is willing to die generously?

Since the birth of wisdom, their society has developed for tens of thousands of years and is no longer as ignorant as before.

They know exactly what death means.

He was dead, just lying on the ground, motionless, cold and deprived of all warmth, unable to speak or laugh.

This is death!

A Red Flame Horn man showed a sad expression and then recovered immediately. Another woman showed a hint of fear, but immediately suppressed it.

There was also a little child crying softly in its mother's pouch, but it was filmed.

Chief Gondor and Elder Anmed are already the wisest and smartest people in the entire tribe. They believe that if this continues, they will be exterminated, so...that should be the fact.

They trust decisions made by those above.

The upper echelons of these tribes are also in danger. Children are actually the biggest burden. They are still in the growth period and need a lot of external food to grow healthily.

But the children also had hopes, so they could only grit their teeth and select these few children and their mothers to join the escape brigade.

Chieftain Gondor only chose his third son as his heir, and all other children went to war.

The wise man Anmed scanned with a pair of cold eyes. He did not have any children. With a very fair attitude, he selected the escapees one by one. Basically, one from each small family was selected.

"Ah? Why me?" A tall red-flamed horned man shouted unconvinced: "I want to fight, fight! Like my father!"

"Shut up, the tribe needs to continue!" Anmid said coldly and punched him on the forehead.

The Red Flame Horn man's whole body suddenly swelled with anger, but he did not dare to speak, and there was a "Vululu" sound in his throat. In the end, he could only accept it unwillingly.

The entire selection process took four hours. After finishing, the tribe divided into two teams, and a tragic mood began to spread throughout the tribe.

Red Flame Cape people have no tear glands and never cry. They just make a "whimpering" sound in their throats instead.

Saying goodbye this time may be a life-or-death farewell. At this moment, no matter how big your heart is, it can't bear it.

"Live, you must live!"

The wise man Amide was designing a route for the escape group on the sand. This time, they had to travel half a planet to completely cover up their traces.

"eat!"

"Eat!" Chief Gondor ordered loudly.

Another part of the Chiyanjiao people had already started to prepare for the war. They took out the food and started eating, and then started to excrete the internal garbage. Only in this way can they increase their physical strength as much as possible and maximize their condition.

One "Lilith" simply cannot feed such a large population. In this meal, they had eaten almost all the food, and some of it would be left for the escape group.

"Go!" After resting for a while and reaching the scheduled time, Gondor picked up the spear and roared.

"King Kong" is not a social creature, and there are only about twenty of them in total. But when they hunt, they always hunt together as if they have made an appointment.

Therefore, this group of Red Flame Horned people wanted to take advantage of this characteristic and take the initiative to defeat them one by one.

The nearest nest is fifty kilometers away.

On this low-gravity planet, this group of Red Flame Horn people walk as fast as flying, mostly jumping, with speeds as high as 28 meters per second!

It took about half an hour to arrive.

The morning sun is about to rise, just like an ordinary morning, the sky is always dark. But everyone in Red Flame Cape knows that today may be their last day.

A hot atmosphere spread in everyone's heart. With so many people facing death together, they were not afraid anymore.

Once the sun rises and the sun shines directly, it will become very hot in half an hour.

There is no ozone layer or thick atmosphere here. The people of Red Flame Cape must maintain a static and dormant state in order to survive under the sun for a long time. At the same time, they must use a large number of scales to block the sun.

Many Red Flame Horn people wear thick scale armor clothes on their heads and bodies, which are left over from the death of their ancestors. They can not only resist damage, but also resist the sun.

If there is a lot of movement, even they will have a hard time surviving in the high temperature of one to two hundred degrees for a long time, so they must fight quickly.

"King Kong can communicate with each other over long distances. When we fight, the others will come over quickly, which gives the tribesmen time to escape. Even if they cannot be defeated, they must be held back and taken together... Hot die!"

Chief Gondor waved his tail and said through gritted teeth: "Let them feel the strength of the Red Flame Horns!"

"Strength!" Others roared lowly.

Soon, those who dug the ground were digging, and those who were placing traps were placing traps. They had made relevant preparations.

The wise man and Elder Anmed were the first to act as bait. The intense fear and excitement made him tremble all over.

The final battle seemed to remind him of his youthful demeanor, and a lot of strange thoughts arose in his mind: "What does Father God look like after death? What does death feel like?"

"Ah, I have lived for so long that I have forgotten what my mother looks like... mother."

All kinds of random thoughts were flooding in his mind, but Anmid remained calm on the surface.

As he walked towards the entrance of the cave, he said kindly to the warriors behind him: "Wait a moment, you can just run away and don't worry about me..."

"Also, its weak point is its eyes... its only weak point. You have to poke its eyes before you die, do you understand?"

Several warriors looked sad.

The greatest wise man in history was still talking and laughing just before his death, which gave them a kind of wild courage.

Anmid walked to a dark cave, shook his hand, and threw something like a grass root into it.

This plant is slightly neurotoxic, but the smell is also very strong. The cave instantly started to buzz and vibrate.

It seems like there is a huge beast living underground!

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Anmid pushed the people behind him, and the scales on his whole body stood up like a hedgehog. He shouted at the entrance of the cave: "Come on! Beasts! Come on!"