quantity……

The number of ordinary people is hundreds or even thousands or thousands of times that of those divine messengers, but some things cannot be won by number... For example, humans face divine messengers.

They are too strong.

As an old man, although he is only in his sixties, Old Tumu's lifespan is actually a long-lived person in this era. You should know that the average lifespan of this era may be only forty years or even less than forty years.

Unfortunately, in this era, you have to use all your strength just to live or eat enough. Naturally, there will be no one who can choose the longest-lived person in the world like Guinness in later generations... Of course, long-lived people will still be respected, but that requires the elderly to be in a high position.

No one would admire a slave like Old Tum.

However, the truth that there is an old family as if there is a treasure is actually in this era, this strange land in the Nile River Basin has long been known... although the proverb here may not say that.

But no matter what, the old man has much more experience than others, even if he is a slave.

Old Tumu lived all his life and saw countless envoys. Perhaps those powerful envoys with high status did not have the chance to see them, but in terms of quantity... he probably saw more mutants than most envoys themselves.

Among them are powerful and weak.

The abilities of many weak divine messengers are simply unthreatening, like fish gills on their faces, but they cannot breathe normally under the water, or their nails are growing all the time, but they are very fragile.

They shouldn't even be strong, they may not be able to live a normal life, and they are not as good as a normal person.

Although the status of mutants is very high, don’t expect the temple to unconditionally support them... The temple is not a charity hall. The main theme of any world is always the supremacy of interests. Besides, the current society and civilized environment cannot bear the pressure of unconditionally supporting so many people.

There are quite a few mutants in this era. Now it is the golden age of the early mutants. The chances of mutants being born among humans have been greatly increased. The golden age of mutants in later generations, which is dominated by the world, may only be hundreds of thousands of mutants. But at this time, the number of mutants in the Nile River Basin alone may have reached hundreds of thousands.

But the weak mutants... have not changed in the later generations or at this time.

No status.

Because weakness is original sin.

The opposite of the weak are naturally those powerful mutants. The weak mutants are too weak, and the same powerful ones are too powerful.

Even if it is just a little stronger, even if it is not regarded as a mutant who is chosen as a messenger, it is not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Old Toum has seen many such guys. They have neither been selected nor truly become messengers of gods, nor are they weak who are even inferior to ordinary people.

Some of them can spray flames from their mouths, while others can throw their fingers out like flying knives...

The powers of these preparatory messengers are diverse, and the only thing that is the same is that... they can easily torture a large number of ordinary people without being prepared.

Old Toum knew very well that the guards outside who guarded them, although they were fully armed, they would definitely not be opponents of those prepared to send God's envoys, and they would go as much as they would die.

That is the flame, the most terrifying flame in the world. Even though Old Tum knew very well that they were not really gods and gods, occasionally, he still couldn't help but think of this kind of control of flame... Isn't it really the power that gods possess?

But no matter whether they are gods or gods or not, ordinary people will not be their opponents at all.

If you want to try to challenge these divine messengers, you are looking for death, and the only ending is death.

Otherwise, why... God's messengers firmly rule everything.

Ordinary people will definitely not be their opponents, and they must not think about resisting unless... unless ordinary people can also possess the same power and the power to fight against it!

For example, these cards.

Of course, Old Toum would not be stupid enough to expect these so-called cards, and he thought that ordinary people could fight against mutant people.

Because these cards are also gods... The so-called gods gave them, even if Old Toum had no military knowledge, he knew very well that they could not use the enemy to eliminate the things they didn't want to deal with the enemy, and they would definitely have better things.

This power does not refer to cards, but to other powers.

Other powers... Yes, there are definitely other powers in the world that can fight against these noble messengers and gods.

But, I'm afraid I can't see it.

Old Tum's turbid eyes moved, and then his eyes fell to Xiao Dora, who was always curious and active.

So it's up to you...Son of Visier...

In the eyes of most slaves, Old Toum and Little Dora were two irrelevant people.

Although Dora always likes to get close to Old Toum, it is probably because Old Toum has no threat.

After all, if you come to a young slave, if you encounter a bad temper, you may be beaten or even robbed of food... and even worse.

Although there was no particularly bad guy among the slaves under Aishain, they were not good people either.

Silence and indifference, most of the slaves' understanding of Old Toum and Little Dora was actually limited to what they saw and what they heard with their eyes... They did not have a deeper understanding and did not want to worry about it.

They were too lazy to care about anything except their own affairs. This was how slaves lived one day.

Of course, they are definitely not good people, because if they do evil without too much cost, they will also not hesitate...

So, Little Dora chose Old Toum, which is naturally wiser than choosing other slaves to rely on.

Of course, the elderly old Toum could not bring too much protection to Dora. Fortunately, there were no slaves idle to deliberately bully them... Most of this kind of thing happened under slave owners in the mixed-gladiator circle.

Those slaves are large in number, and they are all fierce and combative villains, or defeated soldiers, deserters, etc. For them, a word you look at can indeed cause a group melee.

But here... it's very rare.

Even old people like Old Toum can survive every day.

Everyone is like this. After all, they are just a group of slaves. They will live a day until one day they can't make it...that's the end.

What we see in the eyes of these slaves is that Little Dora was sent here when she was still very young. No one knows how he came and when he came. He only knows that he seems to be the son of a slave. As the child of two slaves, of course he is still a slave.

Maybe not, it depends on what his parents have won, but Dora's parents have never appeared since childhood. Judging from an orphan, he should be indeed an orphan.

The so-called slaves were competing to take care of each other, and no one cared about Xiaodora, but he didn't need to do any high-intensity work. Every day he just ate, slept, and then did something within his ability.

Then he grew up day by day.

Old Toum also joined in halfway, but he joined in earlier and longer, but there were no familiar people joining here.

So he and Dora didn't seem to have met beforehand.

But in fact... they just know each other.

To be more precise, Old Toum recognized Little Dora, but Little Dora did not know who Old Toum was, nor did she know who she was....

This matter is hidden deep in Old Tumu's heart, and he has never said it to anyone.

The time is not yet, it is far away... It may even be no longer possible for a lifetime.

But Old Toum was not in a hurry. Although he was old, he felt that his body was still healthy and it would be fine to live for a few years.

In fact, if the time never comes, Old Toum even thinks that even if he doesn't tell Xiao Dora, he will be a slave for life, even if he is a slave, it will be better than knowing the truth of this dangerous thing.

because……

"when!"

The wooden door was kicked open with a rough kick, and with the afterglow of the setting sun, Aisha entered without hesitation.

The slaves in the room were stunned at first, and after using their arms to block the sunlight piercing through the gap in the wooden house, they stood up calmly and prepared to line up to walk out.

It was indeed Aishain, and it could only be Aishain.

When slaves cannot be sold, slave owners will naturally not keep idle people in vain. They will look for various jobs everywhere to bring them back for slaves. Even if the money is lower, it is also money.

Of course, jobs like building temples and building the Great Pyramids are generally not accepted, because this has caused too much strain on the slaves, so he has to sell them for a good price.

And not every day can you find a living life. There are so many slaves and there are many slave owners in the holy city, so life is naturally not so easy to bring.

A few days ago, Aisha brought a work of weaving baskets, but after weaving 30,000 baskets, they had some time to get free, but they just didn't know what this black-hearted blood-sucking monster was going to let them do today.

The slaves who had been used to it stood up in groups of three or three, but at this moment, Ai Xiayin, who was following several guards behind him, looked sarcastic and mean.

"You guys are so lucky!"

He shouted.

"The temple remembers you again!"

Two days.

After Yi Xiao ordered Nefihaut to go out and expel those who blocked the temple, it had already passed for two days, and it was understandable that only two days were there.

Because within these two days, Yi Xiao completed the reduction of the entire experiment.

He narrowed the magic circle fixed in the temple and turned it into a movable type. In other words, the creation of the fate card does not need to be carried out in the temple, and being able to shrink it also means... it has stronger popularity.

Yi Xiao completed the reduction and movable changes on the first day. The remaining day is actually used to make more fate card manufacturing machines.

Yes...making machine.

Yi Xiao finally chose to turn them into a machine rather than a magic circle, because the latter seemed to be irrelevant to make an attempt, and the machine, everything was hidden under the iron sheet and could not be seen.

Although it has been reduced a lot, in the end, the entire machine is still as tall as two people and as wide as one person... Its appearance has no characteristics, and it even looks like an enlarged wall.

And its operation is indeed not difficult. As long as someone stands in front of it for more than thirty seconds, a card will be born in front of that person and then fall into his hands.

But there are quantity restrictions.

Yi Xiao used the silver tongue to create some energy converters. Although they are not omnipotent, they can also absorb and convert a lot of free energy, such as oxygen, flame, sulfur, etc., which are also the thinnest parts of the energy, or any unusual but occasionally encountered existence.

But if it only converts oxygen, I'm afraid it can only make less than a few hundred copies a day.

At the same time, this is related to the quality of the cards created. There is no problem with the lowest-level cards. If there are golden cards, I am afraid I won’t be able to work all day long.

Of course, Yi Xiao also considered that after creating hundreds of pieces, he encountered another golden card that day, so he had passive storage energy. After consumption, he did not refilling the machine, and the machine would not be turned on again.
To be continued...