Not only the Semitic tribe, but other indigenous tribes that live on Death's Ridge also have ancient methods of doing so.
When the strong warriors of the clan suffered from incurable wounds, the witch doctors of the clan would ask the elderly clansmen to contribute to feeding the wounded soldiers with their flesh and blood.
In the words of the Witch Doctor, that was the chance for a warrior to be reborn by obtaining the protection of his ancestors from the flesh and blood of his compatriots.
However, this method was not a one-in-million method. On the contrary, the success rate was extremely low.
But there will always be one or two who have escaped death by this ancient method, and so it has been passed on.
Under Gunat's tutelage, she knew it had nothing to do with the tribe's ancestors.
It was only through the cells, genes, and even fibers of the same kind of flesh and blood that one could repair one's own injuries.
In the turbulent years, even the genes of ordinary people were different from those of the old era. Their cells were more viable, and under the guidance of the strong will to survive, it was not impossible for them to devour the same kind of cells and genes to repair themselves.
At the very least, mutated beasts in the wilderness often used this method.
In fact, they were even more used to evolve themselves.
However, even if they were of the same species.
Not to mention cells or genes, even the most basic blood would cause rejection. Therefore, only three out of a hundred people could survive using this method.
However, if the Adept of the object was, then the success rate of this method would be greatly increased.
The more powerful an Adept was, the more aggressive their tissue became.
This was the basic guarantee that they could survive in a turbulent era, and the longer they lived, the better they would be able to survive.
To them, the flesh and blood of mutated beasts could even heal their wounds, let alone their own compatriots.
The only difference was that if he used the mutated beasts' flesh to repair himself, he would probably be affected by the different mutated beasts' genes and form different mutated organizations.
Right now, he was in a coma and his injuries were worsening.
If even Adepts couldn't suppress their wounds, then healing him would require advanced drugs and technology.
But there was no such thing in Death's Ridge, so this was the only way she could think of.
The African girl suddenly pulled out a military dagger from the side of Zero's leg. This action gave Monnie a fright.
"What do you want?"
Monnie thought she was going to turn on her, so the girl raised her own pistol and pointed it at her.
Her fears were not superfluous. In the dark hours of her life in Risetown, Monnie had seen too many people of no value being secretly executed by their own countrymen.
And all of this was just to save as much resources as possible.
"Don't point it at me," she said. "I'm just trying to save him."
The black girl quickly told him what she knew and began to feel for her calves. It was she who was going to use her meat to feed them.
Monnie didn't look like she was joking, and when she suddenly raised the knife, Monnie rushed forward and grabbed her with his hand.
"What are you doing?"
As an outsider, the black girl did not have a favorable impression of him.
But in the first place, it had saved her life, and in the second place, she had to rely on nothing to find and kill the man who had destroyed the village.
That was why she had decided to do this.
Monica shook her head. "If this method can save zero, then …"
"Use mine!"
The small face of Monnie was intertwined with fear and hesitation, but it was eventually replaced by determination.
"You're not joking, are you?"
she asked.
Monnie took the knife from her hand and whispered, "I'm serious."
You don't know what kind of world I used to live in. Zero pulled me out of it.
I've been trying to repay him for something, but he always refused.
"Now he can't say no. That's good."
She didn't expect that the seemingly young Monnie would sound as mature as an adult.
"Can I just use the meat here?"
Monnie pulled up her trouser leg to reveal her calves.
"Actually, you don't need to …"
"No!"
Monnie interrupted her and said firmly, "I've been dragging my feet, and now I can finally do something for him.
This is my price!
Besides, you want revenge, don't you?
"So it would be best if I did it!"
Monnie raised the knife and was about to strike.
But she held her hand, and the black girl said softly, "I'll do it, so you won't have to suffer."
A moment later, Monnie let out a strangled cry of pain from the small marsh.
Just as the setting sun was about to disappear into the horizon, a curved gash appeared on the dense rainbow clouds, as if it had been cut by the sword of a god, letting the blood-like sunlight pour down in torrents.
The red light made Zero's eyes feel uncomfortable.
When he moved his finger, the usual instant signal seemed to come from far away.
It was almost a second before the zero brain received it.
For zero, a second is a very long time.
Slowly, like a rusty machine, he opened his eyes.
Zero could feel that the wound on his back had healed.
Using Rampage when he was close to his physical strength almost drained all the energy in his cells. Before he fell into a daze, he could faintly feel that his genes were on the verge of collapsing.
But now, his genes had stabilized and there was an indescribable vitality in his body.
It was this life force that stabilized the gene that was on the verge of collapse.
He put his hand on the ground and propped himself up on the sand.
Behind Zero was the exit to Death's Canyon, and below it was a field of downhill land.
Not far away, he saw the Lamarson River, red with the setting sun.
From here, the straight line should be around 2000 meters away.
But if we count downhill, then through a dense forest, then along the riverbank downstream, the journey will be no less than a hundred kilometers.
"You're awake?"
At the source of the sound, the black girl came back with a small animal.
She dropped the animal to the ground and saw that it was a mutated rabbit.
With a dagger from Zero, she skillfully dissected and skinned the big rabbit.
However, occasionally, she would look at Zero with a hint of fear in her eyes.
The black girl could not forget how terrifying it was when she snacked on the piece of meat that had been cut from Monnie's calf.
The originally dizzy Zero started to tremble slightly when it came into contact with the blood on his body.
Then Zero opened his eyes, but she could swear they weren't human eyes.
More like animal eyes.
In fact, Zero also ate the bloody piece of meat in an almost animal way.
It wasn't until she swallowed down her throat without wasting even a bit of foam that she lost consciousness again, but she couldn't forget the way her hair was standing on end and the way her muscles and fibres seemed to be alive and moving.
Fortunately, Monnie had fainted before then, or she would have been terrified.