High Magic Earth

The slaves looked at each other in consternation, and then followed Aishin outwards, but most people still had an excited expression... Of course, in fact, they could not go against the wishes of the slave owners, even if they let them Fighting in the arena, they will eventually board the arena with a look of uncertainty.

At most...but he kept wondering all the way, wondering what he should do, whether he fought up to kill the slave owner to escape, or accepted his destiny to go to the gladiatorial battle.

But in the end they all died in the arena.

After all, it is not an easy task to unite and resist, not every slave has such courage...most of them are not.

Of course, not all the slaves showed a certain amount of suspicion, and some were not surprised at all. Instead, they were very excited and excited.

For example, the slave who first brought the news... he was very excited. He probably felt that the news he brought was not only earlier, but also useful and valuable.

The second is Little Dora, which is not surprising. He is a child. He is at the age of curiosity. He is not only curious about God and so-called divine grace, in fact, he is curious about everything in this world.

On the contrary, it was Old Tum, who stood up calmly, without any expression on his face, or a sense of numbness as always, as if nothing in the world could cause his turbulence and waves... It is in line with his attitude as an old man about to die.

Looking at the suspense, but in fact still the suspense and curiosity of the slave companions who accounted for the majority, Old Tumu was very indifferent.

Because... divine grace? Is this... really a gift...

The door of the chalet was opened, and Ai Xiain stood aside with six or seven guards behind him, watching the slaves walk out of the chalet in two rows of fish.

The slightly excited slaves walked to the front, for example, the one who brought the news first, Xiao Dora also wanted to move forward, but Old Tumu grabbed his neck and took him back. Grabbing beside him, Old Tum silently followed at the end of the team, shrinking to the edge.

The outside temperature is just right, the earth is warmed by the scorching light, but it is not burnt, with a unique smell of the earth heated.

Thousands of years later, in the era when asphalt roads occupied almost every inch of the land, only the thick bitumen smell in the air was heated. This pure earthy smell is called the taste of nature.

But for the people of this era, the native slaves in this world, the taste of this earth is more familiar.

This is a familiar, or even familiar, taste that makes them bored and disgusting.

That's what they trampled on day after day, the flying dust, the falling gravel, mixed with a smell of faint waste.

It is the taste of pain, the taste of hell...and the taste of the world.

They will step on it all their lives. They will be born on this dirt surface and die on this dirt surface. They will never have the opportunity to step on those neat and cold stone bricks and mud blocks. Even after death... they will be buried deep in the ground and will stay there for a lifetime.

This is them, slaves, life.

Just as a slave walked on the sand, the worn sandals under his feet lifted up a large dust, and while walking long lines under Aishin’s surveillance and guards, Neferhot, who had long waited somewhere in the holy city, was Impatiently looked at his watch.

Yes, watch.

Of course there are no watches in this era, let alone watches, no complex mechanical creation will exist, and even simple wooden clocks, pendants will not exist.

But Neferhot carried a mechanical watch that clearly did not belong to this era.

Hmm... Although it is strange, it is normal. After all, the entire ancient Egyptian era has been completely disrupted by Yi Chou, a future visitor.

Even if the conqueror Kang is still there, I am afraid it will not be more confusing than Yi Chou disturbed here.

After all, although Conqueror Kang is a time traveler, he is also protecting time in a sense. Because time is disturbed and disrupted, his grasp of the future will be greatly reduced.

But Yi Chao... Well, he obviously didn't plan to recycle it.

Nefihot's wrist mechanical watch was given to him by Yi Piao, Vacheron Constantin... Probably, Yi Piao has forgotten these luxury jewelry brands for a long time, even if his memory is good, it is not such a waste. They isolate and forget, remember more useful things.

But anyway, it is a big watch.

Unfortunately, no one recognizes this era.

In addition to the watch, Neferhot actually wore a suit and suit trousers. In addition to a slightly different appearance, he is completely the only red devil family that may be a thousand years later. A copy of the Assazo demon.

This is what Yi Chou deliberately let him put on.

Otherwise, let a group of guys dressed in ancient Egyptian costumes with gold and silver on their body serve themselves, not only have a strong sense of runaway and disorder, but also gradually become the habit of subtlety.

This is not good.

Yi Chou values ​​his own mind and soul, brain closure, the natural barrier created by the silver tongue, and various acquired protections.

Even if Professor X wants to invade him, it is unlikely.

But habit is a subtle thing, it is also a very terrible thing, because it will change a person between unconsciously and silently, you can't realize it, even if it is, you will take it for granted.

Although this small change does not seem to matter, but...

Yi Ao will travel a lot of time and have a long lifespan, so he feels he has better guarantee that he will not be affected too much.

Otherwise, even if it is only some slight deviations, after accumulating, it may become a monster.

He doesn’t need to worry about these problems when he has no feelings, because in any case, he will ensure that he can make the most correct and sensible choice, but now...

Even so, Yi Biao didn't think it was bad to have feelings. Although there are many inconvenient places, this is ultimately... feelings.

Similarly, because he has never had feelings before and the choices he has made are always correct, Yi Yi is also very clear about what bad decisions he will make after being interfered by external forces.

This must be avoided.

He doesn't want to enter a world and is entangled with it forever. He is a person outside the box, a passer-by, a free person. Yi Chou feels that he better keep himself.

And let Neferhot dress up like the red devil in a thousand years... It's actually not very useful, but it's better than nothing.

After looking at the time, Neferhot frowned, and his dark red skin was like the cracked ground of the ancient city of Pompeii that was about to burst into magma, with a natural, chilling fear.

No wonder their family will later be called the devil and become the prototype of the devil... Humans are really a visual animal.

What a nice person Neferhot, who knows how to advance and retreat, speaks nicely, Yi Yi is ready to take him out of this world, enter the next world, and even choose to create God plan One of the candidates.

Anyway, there are so many variants in this world, and there are so many people in the Red Devil family. No one should be found to secretly take one or two, and it will not affect the future.

Well, it doesn't matter if it has an impact, it's not a world that I value anyway.

Speaking of candidates, it is also time to collect a batch of variants and take them away, and it will not take too long.

Screen all the mutants in the golden age of the mutants of the ancient Egyptian era and then take away a part? This sounds like a vast project, but it is not.

At this time, it is true that the mutants are not fake in the golden age. That means that they have a large number, and it is still under the situation that the total population base is relatively small.

In terms of time, even if the fighting power is very strong, there is no need to screen all the mutants once.

This is a world of weak meat and strong food. The powerful mutants have become envoys and no longer need to deliberately search, even if there are some hidden... that is just a sporadic fish.

And if we really want to talk about the strength of combat, it is actually another golden age of mutants after a thousand years. The mutants at that time have stronger combat power.

That is the time before and after the Black Emperor and Professor X.

Otherwise, how could it be called the second golden age.

It doesn't take too much time to screen out some of the mutants to take away, and not only can anyone join in the creation of the God plan, Yi Yi also has to pick them.

Neferhot pulled the bow tie impatiently.

The slaves didn't come late, so there were five or six minutes before the agreed time... This timing method was also told by Yi Biao. Nefihot was not used to it at first, but later it felt good.

Like his suit, at the beginning, Neferhot was also completely unaccustomed to wearing. If he was not forced by the pressure of God, he would not touch it at all.

But now the habit of wearing, he feels pretty good, just like... like wearing a layer of armor.

Strangely, it is clearly just a garment made of some kind of fabric, neither the wooden armor of the militia nor the bronze or even armor of the guards.

Why would he feel this way?

Neferhot couldn't understand it, and he was too lazy to think about it. After all, this was given to him by God. Maybe it was some kind of armor from the gods.

Wearing a suit and using a watch, Neferhot felt that the suit was not bad...and it was not exclusive.

Of course, this is also thanks to the constant magic and normal-temperature magic that Yi Xao gave him, otherwise he wrapped himself in the desert, even if he was a mutant, he had already suffered heat stroke.

The second is that the gods have a high status in this era, and in this era of lack of civilization, they almost have several identities.

There is one of them, probably equivalent to the stars of later generations.

Their every move will cause a trend, so that Nefihot wears strange looks, and will not be rejected by people but will be recognized.

Knocked on the wristband of the watch, Nefihot learned this action without any tutor.

Time passed again for three minutes, but they still didn't... eh? coming.

Neferhot saw a team appearing in the streets not far away. Without Aishin, most of the slave owners would not walk in front of the team. Monitor.

The leader... well, I don't know.

Neferhot saw more slaves, he would never remember, or even feel familiar.

"let's start."

Soon, the slaves gathered in this small remote square, and when they saw it, Neferhot gestured to the guard next to him.

The guards of the temple are actually mutants, there are ordinary people, but there are also many mutants. These mutants are not powerful guys. They are certainly not as good as Nefihot, but they are also worse than many even normal people. Of variants are more powerful.

They belong to the kind of embarrassing stage where the height is not low, for example, the arm can be softened and turned into rubber to avoid damage...but only the arm or something.

The guards responded, stepped forward, and began to rudely separate the slaves, and then rearranged their ranks.

In the middle of the square stands a stone-like thing. This is the simple fate card making machine made by Yihou. Before large-scale promotion, always try to see if it works well. So Neferhot blocked this piece. The relatively remote little square in the holy city, and then chose a lucky one again.

In fact, there was no choice. He just casually said that he would bring the first batch of slaves, and then naturally someone found Aishin.

"Big...Adult..."

The guards shoved the slaves violently, and Ayshain took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze next to Neferhot.

As a slave owner, Aishin should not be so silent, but now he is dealing with Nephihut... These envoys are all weird guys, and they can kill people at will, and will not be punished at all. .

Even if I saw Neferhot once~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he was still a little nervous.

"Count him."

Neferhot ignored Aishin at all. He said indifferently to the guard next to him, and then immediately two guards came over and drove Aishin into the ranks of slaves.

Throughout the process, Neferhot didn't glance at Aishin.

Ai Xia didn't resist, he couldn't resist, and there was no need... The last time I experienced it, it wasn't a cruel blood sacrifice, and he wasn't injured, so he just smiled, and was directly plugged by two guards To the front of the team.

Hmm... There are also his guards nearby. These guards are as timid as a rabbit in front of the guards of the temple.

"You can start!"

Neferhot said to the guard behind the stele, and then in the next moment... the entire stele surface suddenly lit up.

"Buzz!"