Chapter 2 The Return of the Soul: The Destruction Cycle of Cosmic Civilization

Many people here are dying. She ran with all her strength along the stream that meandered through the center of the canyon, her lungs and trachea were burning with pain from the continuous shortness of breath.The backpack containing the luggage had been discarded in the earlier panic, and the hiking boot on her right foot was also missing. The sharp gravel by the stream cut her socks and scratched the soles of her feet with blood.The thorns at the bottom of the valley left red and swollen scars on her bare face and arms. The pain continued to surge with every movement of her, hitting the bottom line of her sanity and endurance like a raging tide hitting a dam. But all of this didn't stop her from running wildly - because the god of death was right behind her!

A crude javelin suddenly flew out from the bushes not far away, and the flint tip accurately pierced into the chest of a man running ahead!Kneeling helplessly in the stream, the unfortunate man still clenched the shaft of his javelin with both hands, he seemed to be wrestling with the god of death who tried to take his life. A moment later, several heavy pebbles roared and flew towards the fleeing people. A woman was unable to dodge in time, her skull was smashed into a dented piece, and she died before she fell down.The other man turned and tried to pull her up, only to fall prey to a shower of stones.

The people who escaped the catastrophe screamed in horror, and ran in the other direction like a herd of deer suddenly encountering wild wolves. More than a dozen pairs of legs rose and fell in the blood-stained stream, splashing a horrifying scene. Human Spray. It will all be faithfully recorded - the fist-sized gray orb flying silently around her will ensure it.The sphere has a specially reinforced shell and lens, which is strong enough to withstand the blows of the primitive weapons of the Quin, and if all of them are killed, it will automatically fly to the nearest-in fact, the only- on the planet Daedalus Alpha. — Settlements, inform others about everything that happens here.The original purpose of her spending a lot of money to buy this bee camera was to photograph the most mysterious wonders on the planet Daedalus α-those places that were regarded as "sacred areas" by the Quinn people, but ironically, it has now become The only witness of the whole process of massacre.

What went wrong?she asked herself desperately and exasperatedly.In order to complete this filming plan, she waited for half a year to obtain permission from the Confederate Colonial Department to travel to the Daedalus α planet with a group tour, and then spent the same amount of time gaining the trust of the Quinn people, allowing the Quinn people She was allowed into their village to visit and film, and to stay in their thatched hut that stinks like a Class-A garbage disposal assembly line.In order to gain the trust of those stupid primitive people, she and her colleagues made courtesy visits to the indigenous villages again and again, presenting them with various gifts ranging from medicines and seeds to metal tools, and according to their The custom of cutting off one's own palm, and using blood to smear a lot of ghost symbols on a pile of wood chips and bones, in order to get permission to approach the "sacred domain".Why did those damned primitives suddenly turn their faces and deny anyone after they had done everything they had to do?What did I do wrong?

When a trembling arrow shaft suddenly appeared in her chest, she finally realized that she would never have the chance to know the answer to this question.In a low howling sound like a night owl, dozens, maybe hundreds of Quinns swarmed out from the wetland vegetation and bushes where they were hiding, and intercepted the group of exhausted fugitives.Perhaps due to convergent evolution, except for lizard-like eyes with nictitating membranes and ear holes without outer ears, these natives of Daedalus α look more like Celtic or Thrace described by Roman historians Barbarians - they have slender and powerful limbs, a strong torso painted with dark green and black oil paint, thick hair extending from the top of the head along the spine to the back, which looks like a lion's mane, and a pair of wild and untamed Golden eyes.Wielding clubs, slings, and lances, the Quines have a string of game bones tied to their foreheads with colored string—horrific ornaments that, according to the sociologist who advised her on the filming program, represent a A never-ending battle to defend the sacred.

In the final moments of life, the passage of time seems to slow down.She saw an arrow pass over her head in slow motion, hitting the bee camera that was filming the scene, but was bounced aside by its high-strength ceramic casing.The small ball floating in mid-air wobbled, and flew to a higher place like a frightened bird, continuing to film the one-sided massacre. The surrounded people screamed and panicked.Some tried to defend themselves, while others raised their hands above their heads, yelling and yelling that they would be spared.But all efforts are in vain.While waving their weapons, the Quinn roared fervently, and ruthlessly chopped, stabbed, and pierced everyone in the encirclement, like a group of hunters stalking their prey.

"Saved!" When one of the natives raised his hatchet, ready to kill the last few wounded who were still struggling in pain, her implanted personal terminal translated the Quine's cry out. "Saved!" The moment the ax cut into her flesh and split her bones, the Quinn shouted again, his tone mixed with inexplicable excitement and sadness. The world turned into a bleak blood red...