Civilization: The bacteria built me ​​a god

All the remaining people on the three-layer icebreaker were unable to stand firm. Driven by the huge impact, they fell to the deck one after another, like dumplings, gurgling.

The yellow and hard nails of the ten fingers on my hands dug deeply into the gaps in the deck to ensure that I did not roll around. People who have fallen down simply do not have enough strength to stand up. They are too hungry, too tired, and have no strength at all in their bodies.

He reluctantly turned his head and looked at the old man standing on the third deck. His white beard and hair were spread out, his sunken cheeks were bitten tightly by his teeth, and his withered and hunched body was shaking violently. I was afraid that he would accidentally fall off the third floor deck and hit his head on the ground, exploding like a watermelon.

I thought that I couldn't catch him when he fell, because I had no strength at all.

Facts have proved that my thoughts were unnecessary. The old man did not fall down. He stood there as if he were standing on his own altar. No one could pull him down except himself.

The thick bluish-white ice continued to spread, and with a loud clicking sound, the icebreaker was traveling very fast. I lay on my back on the deck, squinting and looking at the bluish-gray sky. I felt a different feeling. I was not lying on an icebreaker, but on a tall horse.

The black mane waved wildly while running, brushing my cheek from time to time, tickling me. Just like that, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the haze, I heard someone exclaiming, but my eyelids were too heavy, as if they were filled with lead and I couldn't open them.

The pain in my cheek forced me to open my eyes, and a bearded face gradually became clear. It was Wang Haer.

There was actually a hint of abnormal red on his lips, which contrasted sharply with the dark brown lips.

"Fortunately, you're not dead. It scared me to death." He gasped, "I, we are here, we are in the center of the North Pole."

He helped me up. After standing up with weak legs, he looked eastward.

My heart seemed to have stopped beating. I only regretted that I had not read more books when I was young and could not describe the scene I saw in front of me.

On the endless ice field, stands a castle made of ice. The castle is in the style of Da'er, at least tens of meters high and several kilometers long. There are many exquisite ice sculptures carved on the walls of the castle, including extinct animals, various plants, and some scenes of worship and sacrifice.

We stumbled down, knowing that entering the ice castle was our only chance to survive. Since they have the strength to build a huge castle in the center of the Arctic. Well, there must be water and food.

At this moment, the most important thing for us is to survive!

There were only eight people left in total who got off the boat. Without the old man, they didn't know whether they were dead or alive. From the sixty-odd people at the beginning, there are only eight people alive now. Too many people died for this trip to the North Pole.

However, if the technology that can change Blue Star is really found, the disaster affecting billions of people may not happen.

These people who die will also become heroes, heroes of history, and will be remembered by people from generation to generation.

The eight people supported each other and approached the gate of the castle step by step.

It's strange that the temperature here is not minus one or two hundred degrees, but very warm, as if it's early summer in June. We helped each other take off our thick, icy coats, which were as hard as armor.

I smiled bitterly as I took it off. With this hardness, I'm afraid I could wear it on the battlefield and be able to block many bullets.

The leader was the first to take off his heavy cotton clothes and threw them on the ground with a thud. The exposed arm was rare and boneless, and one look at it showed that he had not been treated badly on the ship during this time.

Thinking of the sound of eating meat when I passed by the door of his room at night, I felt sick to my stomach and wanted to vomit.

We all took off our clothes, and the seven remaining people stood there like seven mummies that had been dried for many years, and their skins were all black.

The leader was very pious and stared at the two ice doors about ten meters high with bright eyes. The patterns on the ice doors were very complicated. I don't know what kind of brain can accommodate so many patterns.

He raised his hands above his head, clasped his hands together, and knelt down at the door with a bang. He muttered something, then knelt down and pressed his forehead against the ice.

He was kneeling there, more like a fly on a pig.

Thirty seconds later, he raised his head and bowed again, and thirty seconds later, he bowed again. I'm counting. I prayed four times in total, and the steps each time seemed to be calculated.

A devout believer, I thought.

It is a pity that this devout believer did not receive a response. On the huge ice field, only the sound of howling wind could be heard, like the howling of a hundred ghosts.

The leader's body was trembling slightly and shaking. He suddenly stood up and cursed at us.

"You bastards, kneel down, all of you, you humble people, you have soiled the soul of the temple, and you still don't kneel down to atone for your sins and pray for the forgiveness of the temple god."

"Only in this way can we enter the temple and get what we want."

His voice was very loud, especially loud at the entrance of the Ice Palace. We were pushed to the ground by him and knelt at the entrance of the Ice Palace.

After everyone knelt down, a magical scene happened. The ice door really opened, slowly and without any sound.

We raised our heads and looked at the cracked ice door, our eyes full of hope.

A woman, a flawless woman, appeared in front of us. She was wearing a white dress made of ice and snow, and she was extremely beautiful.

I swear, this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She smiled at us and made a gesture of invitation. It was strange that we had no strength left, but we stood up normally and followed her swan-like back into the palace.

No one spoke, and no one made a sound, for fear that this was a fantasy dream, and a slight sound would break it, and everyone would return to pain.

It was a long ice table, built in the style of the nobles of the United States, and the same was true for the chairs. On the huge icicles, white candles were lit, and the candles burned, and there was silence.

We were all stunned. The food on the table was very rich, and the silver knives and forks were against the flickering candles and food. A whole roast chicken, sausages stuffed with meat, delicate ham, red wine filled with blood... and so on, everything was available, like a grand family dinner for the nobles.

We sat down, naturally, we didn't know why we did this, we had lost the ability to think, and we could only obey.

"Please enjoy your food. You are lonely heroes. Food is the best reward for you." The woman spoke, her voice was like the sound of nature.

My heart suddenly moved. I swear it was not me who wanted to do this. It was the blood flowing in my bones that controlled my body. I looked at the woman...shocked.

I have seen her. In the portraits handed down, she should be a dead ancient!