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… “Woo… I’ll chop you up. When I fight from the primitive era to the atomic era, Kratos will be a bird. By then, I will be the invincible god of war… Hahahahaha!”

He looked fiercely at a savage man wearing animal skin, countless teeth and necklaces, wearing an elk skull helmet, and holding a huge leg bone in his hand. Xingyang skillfully avoided his full-strength attack, and then a stone axe cut on the opponent's ankle and put the first opponent to the ground. Just as the first guy was put, the second guy with a wolf head rushed out, and the wooden stick tied with a stone hammer hit Xingyang with his head.

Without hesitation, he threw the stone axe in his hand towards the opponent, and vowed to become the god of war, so that the assassin's nature was dying. Without weapons, he immediately twisted his butt and ran backward. With some experience, he knew very well that his tribe was just a light-fitting tribe. When he met the other party's barbarian heavy infantry wearing animal skins and bone helmets, his tribe had no advantage at all.

"Oh... Luoluoluo!" After twisting his butt, he ran for two steps and saw the guys holding stone axes behind him rushing up wildly and colliding with the barbarian heavy infantry. At the moment of the confrontation, he immediately showed the excellent defense of leather armor on stone tools and the powerful power of heavy weapons infantry. A massacre began. The barbarian heavy infantry wearing thick animal skins and carrying wild beast skulls as helmets destroyed the light armored soldiers' heads, or smashed the bones of his body with stone hammers.

The opponent released the barbarian heavy infantry, and then a large number of spearheaded spears threw the bone spears and stone spears. The spears fell from the sky and caused the light infantry to die and wound.

Compared with the cooperation of the troops of the tribes in front of them, the tribes in Xingyang are simply a mess. A group of barbarians with oil paints screamed and rushed forward. Not to mention formations, stairs, queues, and troops, there is not even a shield, it is a contest between barbarians of different levels.

"Currified the next door..." After knowing that he was standing in the wrong team, Xingyang instantly kicked away the barbarian he possessed, and then returned to the sky in a humiliation, using God's mode to watch the chaotic battle below. Back on his throne, the little monster Olinlinsha was gone, and even the self whose will enveloped the entire world could not capture its shadow.

Bored, watching the battle below on the throne, participating in the battle and commanding the battle were completely different. Not long after, the battle had ended, and the most inhumane massacre performance began below; the defeated tribes fled one after another, and thousands of people were caught by the troops who were raising energy on the other side. Then the savage people waved the specially prepared stone axes, chopped the heads of more than 600 people on the spot and tied them up. Hundreds of people were tied back to the tribe like animals, and then started bloody sacrificial activities in the hands of the wizard.

"Yes..." He grinned and looked at the wizards of the winning tribe who made the heads, spine bones, internal organs and other things all over the altar. Xingyang stuck out his tongue and sighed in his heart. When these people actually cooked the remaining prisoners to eat, and even sucked the brains of the dead with extremely disgusting people's heads, Xingyang, the God, completely exploded.

"Grass mud horse... wild beasts are completely wild beasts! No matter how disgusting slavery is ten thousand times better than this era of wild beasts. You damn barbarians, you are waiting... Civilization has the right to eliminate barbarians. I want to turn you into slaves, and you have to pay a heavy price." He pointed fiercely at the barbarians who were like wild beasts, and Xingyang sat on his throne and left.

When Xingyang turned around and left the winning tribe, the screams of women like beasts sounded in the barbarian tribe. After killing and eating the men of the other tribe, the winner began to mating like beasts, and various atrocities that were unbearable to civilized people began to take place.

"Hate the Holocaust" As a doctor, he was indignant to see some people so disrespectful to life. At this time, he also felt the unstoppable anger of Curilla back then. But after the anger, Xingyang began to reflect on the beginning of civilization. Instead of being called humans, those barbarians were called human beasts. Just like the subspecies of chimpanzees; they had no thoughts, no morals, no souls... they looked like humans but were definitely not humans. This kind of creature can only be regarded as wild beasts. Don't treat it as humans. At the beginning of civilization, almost all ethnic groups experienced this era of wild beasts with egg hair and blood.

As Xingyang moved forward rapidly, he finally discovered a group of barbarian tribes living in the riverside highlands in a big river. At this time, Xingyang began to scan the surrounding riverside and found that the river was surrounded by endless deserts, as if he had already flew away from the grassland exuding barbaric.

At this time, Xingyang remembered the small details that Currila told him about the birthplace of civilization; "For human civilization, what we fear most is not war, but plague. Only the dry environment that is most unfavorable to the survival of microorganisms can be conducive to the reproduction and reproduction of group intelligent creatures..."

Looking at the primitive tribes sparsely distributed on the banks of the river, Xingyang grinned and smiled at the barbarians behind him, and then said very disgustingly: "Wait! You wild beasts who eat people, you must foster this civilization to explode your chrysanthemums."

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When she woke up the next day, Xingyang, who had already participated in the construction of ancient civilization, was full of serious faces. After getting breakfast for An Qier, she took her to run. After returning, Angel, who was still quite energetic, looked at Xingyang with a serious face and said, "What's wrong... she's all serious face, as if you've grown older by about ten years."

"Let's have a meal..." Xingyang sucked the rice without a mouthful, and finally asked An Qier curiously, "...You said that if a person's psychological age is over 500 years old, what kind of monster would he be?"

"No..." An Qi held the spoon and said without blinking at all: "...I have talked to many women. They all say that the most precious thing for women is the ten years of 16-27 years. The time in the future is not that they want to grow old, but that the people around them dislike them as they are old, which makes them feel that they are indeed old. In fact, each of them wants to stay young forever and have young people who love them forever. As long as they are young, their psychology will naturally be young... Well... Do you say that you have no physiological reaction in the morning?"

Listening to Anqi talking about the prostitutes and boldly engaging in her own physiology, Xingyang's helpless head hit the table, and his face smiled bitterly, "I have been protecting that tribe for five hundred years as soon as I got into the show. As a result, the Dahe tribe was too weak. It was my brother who personally caused a heavy rain to drag down the tribe of the cannibal savages. It seems that my damn is still a long way from the 'God of War'!... Alas... I must stay young, keep young... I must control my future game life, otherwise I will be in trouble if I really become an old man."

After An Qier went to work, Xingyang began to release a long-standing log ball and began to observe and record the tribe he protected:

"This is the first time I have observed the growth of a civilization so closely; a tribe run by a woman's crotch has become a tribe run by a group of men shouting and killing. The only driving force for the mother's tribe to transform into a father's tribe is the "war", which is endless and never-ending "war".

The rights of the tribe are very simple: chiefs, priests, elders... This trinity combination leads all tribes. Among them, the chiefs control the force in the tribe, which is equivalent to the warrior leader of the tribe.

There was no such division of labor in the mother society earlier. The status of the tribe's "grandmother" is higher than that of the warrior leader, and the grandmother also knows some herbal techniques and poison techniques. The so-called warrior leader is the strongest guy among all her children. You can imagine that those savages mate at will regardless of the difference between husband and wife. And those "grandmother" in their lifetime can mate with dozens of hundreds of men, or even thousands of men. Her children only know their mothers, but not their fathers. It cannot be said that the grandmother is so lustful. The "grandmother" who has many children and grandchildren is simply the ancestor of a new tribe. She has established an unbreakable tribal status by relying on the natural privilege and blood relationship of giving birth.

At this time, my grandmother played the role of "sacrificial sacrifice" and elders. At that time, she had the greatest power and was in charge of the most important thing in a tribe, "transmitting family traditions". Transmitting family traditions is a huge thing for any creature, but in addition to translating family traditions, the barbarians also had to teach the survival skills of the small primitive people."

After sucking a cigar, his face was full of smoke and continued to tell the story of observing the primitive people in the virtual world of Golden Seeds: "I have to say that because of life, basically every grandmother is full of fat intestines, ugly and life-threatening. And the two big breasts are just as good as Dutch dairy cows. But this kind of woman who can be called a Tyrannosaurus Rex actually fits the aesthetics of barbarians. I even saw one tribe defeating another tribe in that big river basin, and the warriors of the victory tribe were embarrassed about the other grandmother.

Among the winners, only the grandmother will make up his mind to kill another grandmother. The thin women do not take them seriously at all, and they will only become lowly slaves serving their grandmothers.

In the past five hundred years, I not only saw the strong power of my grandmother, but also the end of the mother's society, because in the mother's tribe, my grandmother occasionally expels the ambitious children in her tribe who intend to usurp power. Yes... my grandmother will have a little sympathy for her male children, and most of them will expel their children instead of killing them who have made mistakes.

These expelled children may become mother tribes, and some males will slowly gather together to form some robber tribes controlled by men. The tribes composed of these males are often stronger than the mother tribes because their division of labor is clearer, and they are full of aggressiveness because of the need for women. At the same time, the experience of their ancestors can be better passed on.

As time goes by, every war between the father tribe and the mother tribe, the father tribe won. Women's natural war talent is too weak to resist the father tribe who is full of robbing money, grain, and women's. The issue of tribal property distribution has become the source of power for the father tribe that is stronger than the mother tribe.

With the emergence of tribal predators, each tribe needs stronger force to protect it. With stronger combat effectiveness, it can protect the tribe's father, that is, the tribe military group, and the original grandmothers gradually develop in the direction of sacrifice. With the cruel competition inside and outside the tribe, the grandmothers who mastered the sacrifice were gradually replaced by male sacrifices, completing their tasks in human history... and all this is just because the tribe needs to adapt to the needs of 'war'."

Recalling here, Xingyang showed an unstoppable smile on his face and said, "The emergence of the father's society is the most powerful of the tribe chief, tribal sacrifice, and tribal elders. It is a bit like the cone shape of the separation of powers in the United States. The chief ruled the entire tribe, controlled part of the force in the tribe, relocation and construction in the tribe, and foreign wars all depended on the tribe chiefs, which was equivalent to the "administrative power" in the separation of powers.

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Next is the last weaker group, the elder class. The elder class is amazing. They seem to have the "judicial power". They can elect tribal leaders, and help tribes resolve some conflicts and adjust many things in tribal life. The most interesting thing is that these elders control the role of "teachers" in the primitive era and are responsible for inheriting the culture in the tribe.

I have seen countless scenes of elders imparting knowledge to their descendants; in front of the fire at night, those savages surrounded by men and women, old and young. They gathered in front of the fire to listen to the old people telling ancient stories, and the stories of the old people fighting when they were young. Older experience and rich life experience can make the old people tell the stories ups and downs, generation after generation, humans rely on this ancient educational method to pass on the knowledge of the generation.

This reminds me of the first world I created, the veteran holding my grandfather's giant sword, who had the life experience of his grandfather's conciseness. He was very lucky to become a survivor after the destruction of the world.

By observing the primitive tribes, I found an interesting thing in the real world: the elderly like to talk about things that make people listen to him talk about in the past. This is not just a natural evolution of human beings for millions of years; "a behavioral instinct buried deep in genes". This instinct to convey knowledge creatures allows our descendants to obtain knowledge that some people have simplified for several lifetimes after birth, skipping the experience accumulation process of drinking eggplant hair and sacrificing their lives.
Chapter completed!