The slaves looked at each other in surprise and followed Ai Xiayin outwards, but most of them still had an excited expression on their faces... Of course, in fact, they could not go against the wishes of the slave owner. Even if they were asked to fight in the arena, they would eventually climb to the arena with a shock and suspicion.

At most... I just kept my whole process in a terrible and confused about what I should do, whether to fight to kill the slave owner and run away, or accept fate and go to the arena to fight.

But in the end they all died in the arena.

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

Of course, not all the slaves showed surprise and doubt. Some of them were not surprised at all, but were very excited, with an excited look on their faces.

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

The second is Xiao Duolah. It's not surprising that he is a child, at the age of curiosity, not only curious about God and the so-called grace of God, but in fact he is curious about everything in this world.

On the contrary, it was Old Tumu. He stood up calmly, without any expression on his face, and still had a numb feeling as always, as if nothing in the world could cause his shake and turmoil. This is also very consistent with his behavior as a stale old man.

Although he was surprised and suspicious, he was still surprised and curious, and he was very calm. Old Tumu was very calm.

Because... God's grace? Is this... really a gift...

The door of the wooden house was opened, and Aisha stood aside with the six or seven guards behind him, watching the slaves walking out of the wooden house in two rows.

Those slightly excited slaves walked in front, such as the one who brought the news at the beginning, Dora also wanted to lean forward, but Old Tum grabbed his neck and took him back and grabbed him by his side. Old Tum silently followed the last of the team and hurried to the edge.

The temperature outside is just right, and the earth is burnt by the scorching light, but not scorched, with a unique smell of soil after being heated.

Thousands of years later, in the era when asphalt roads occupied almost every inch of land, the air was floating only with the strong smell of asphalt after being heated. This pure earthy atmosphere was called the smell of nature by people.

But for people of this era and the slaves born and raised in this world, the taste of this earth is very familiar.

It's a familiar, even familiar smell that makes them bored and disgusted.

That is the flying dust and falling sand that are trampled by them day after day, mixed with the stinking smell of exhaustion.

It is the taste of pain, the taste of hell... it is also the taste of the world.

They will be buried deep in this earth and die in this earth and never have the chance to step into those neat and cold stone bricks and muds, even after death... they will be buried deep underground and sleep here for the rest of their lives.

This is them, slaves, life.

Just as a group of slaves were trampling on sand and dust, the worn straw sandals under their feet raised a large area of ​​dust. While walking in a long hike under the surveillance and guard of Aishain, Nefihot, who had already been waiting somewhere in the Holy City, looked at his watch impatiently.

Yes, watch.

Of course, there were no watches in this era. Not to mention watches, there would be no complex mechanical creation, and even simple wooden clocks and hanging clocks would not exist.

But Nefihaut carries a mechanical watch that is obviously not part of this era.

Well... although it's strange, it's normal. After all, the entire ancient Egyptian era has been completely disrupted by Yi Xiao, the future visitor.

Even if the Conqueror Kang is still there, he will probably not be more chaotic than Yi Xiao disturbing the place.

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

But Yi Xiao...well, he obviously did not intend to recycle it.

The mechanical watch on Nefifert's wrist was given to him by Yi Xiao, Vacheron Constantin... Probably, Yi Xiao had long forgotten the brands of these luxury jewelry after a long time. Even if he had a good memory, he would not waste it like this. He even deliberately isolated and forgotten them and remembered more useful things.

But anyway, it's a big-name watch.

Unfortunately, no one recognizes this era.

In addition to the watch, Nefihaut is actually wearing a suit and suit trousers. In addition to his slightly different appearance, he is a copy of the Asazo Demon, a member of the Black Emperor of Hellfire Club, who may be the only remaining Red Devil clan in a thousand years, and the copy of the Demon Asazo, who is under the Black Emperor of Hellfire Club.

This was something Yi Xiao asked him to change it.

Otherwise, letting a group of guys wearing ancient Egyptian clothes and gold and silver to serve themselves will not only have a strong sense of loss of control and disorder, but will also gradually become subtle and subtle.

This is not good.

Yi Xiao attaches great importance to his own soul and soul, brain closure, natural barriers created by silver tongue, and various acquired protections, etc.

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

But habit is a subtle thing and a very terrible thing, because it will change a person unknowingly and silently. You cannot notice it, and even if you discover it, you will take it for granted.

Although this slight change doesn't seem very important,...

Yi Xiao will travel a lot of time and have a long lifespan, so he feels that he's better to ensure that he won't be affected too much.

Otherwise, even if it is just some subtle deviations, it may become a behemoth after it accumulates.

He doesn't need to worry about these problems when he has no feelings, because no matter what, he will ensure that he can make the most correct and rational choices, but now...

Even so, Yi Xiao didn't feel that there was anything wrong with having a relationship. Although there were many inconveniences, this was...feeling after all.

Similarly, because he had never had feelings before and the choices he made were always very correct, Yi Xiao was also very clear about what bad decisions he would make after being disturbed by external forces.

This must be avoided.

He didn't want to enter a world and would be entangled with it endlessly. He was a person outside the box, a passerby, and a person who was wandering around. Yi Xiao felt that he would be better off maintaining himself.

And letting Neffehaut dress up as the red devil thousands of years later... is actually not very useful, but it is better than nothing.

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

No wonder their clan was later named a demon and became the prototype of the demon... Humans are indeed a visual animal.

Nefihoth is so good that he is a good person who is neat and knows how to move forward and backward, and speaks nicely. Yi Xiao is ready to take him out of this world, enter the next world, and even choose one of the candidates for the God-Creating Plan.

Anyway, there are so many mutants in this world, and there are so many Red Devil clan. No one should have discovered that even if he secretly takes one or two away, it will not have an impact on the future.

Well, it doesn’t matter if it has an impact, it’s not a world that you value.

Speaking of candidates, it is time to collect a group of mutants and take them away, and this will not be wasted too long.

During the Golden Age of Mutants in the Ancient Egyptian era, screening all the mutants and taking some of them away? This sounds like a vast project, but it is not.

It is true that this is the golden age of mutants. It means that they are numerous and the total population base is relatively small, which does not mean how strong their combat effectiveness is.

When it comes, even if you have strong combat power, there is no need for Yi Xiao to screen all the mutants.

This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Powerful mutants have become envoys of gods. Yi Xiao no longer needs to deliberately search for them. Even if there are some hidden ones... they are just scattered fish that escape the net.

Moreover, if we really want to talk about the strength of combat power, it is actually another golden period of mutants a thousand years later, and the combat power of mutants at that time was stronger.

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

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

It won’t take too much time to screen some mutants to take them away. Moreover, the Creation God Plan is not something that everyone can join at will, and Yi Xiao also has to choose them.

Nefihat pulled his bow tie impatiently.

The slaves were not late, and there were still five or six minutes before the agreed time... Yi Xiao also told him this timing method. Nefihaut was not used to it at first, but later he got used to it but thought it was pretty good.

Just like his suit, Nefihaut was also completely unacceptable to wearing it at the beginning. If it weren't for the pressure of God, he wouldn't have touched it at all.

But now that he is used to wearing it, he feels it's pretty good, just like... it's wearing a layer of armor.

Strangely, it was obviously just a clothing made of some kind of cloth, neither the wooden armor of the militia, nor the bronze armor of the guards or even iron armor.

Why did it give him this feeling?

Nefihat couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to think about it. After all, it was given to him by God, and maybe this was some kind of armor from God.

Having used to wearing suits and watches, Nefihaut felt that this outfit was pretty good... so he was no longer rejected.

Of course, this is thanks to Yi Xiao's constant magic and room temperature magic for him. Otherwise, he would have wrapped himself tightly in the desert, even if he was a mutant, he would have had heatstroke long ago.

Secondly, the Gods had a high status in this era, and in this era of lack of civilization, they almost had several identities.

There is one of them, probably equivalent to a star in later generations.

Their every move will cause a trend, so that Nefifert dresses in a weird way, so that he will not be disliked but recognized.

After knocking on the wristband of the watch, Nefihaut learned this action without any instruction.

Time passed again for three minutes, but they still didn't...well? Come.

Nefihat saw a team appearing in the streets not far away. Without Aishain, most slave owners would not walk in front of the team, for fear of being stabbed from behind. He would monitor the team in the middle and back sections of the team.

The person who led the lead...well, I don't know him.

Nefihaut saw more slaves, and he would not remember them at all, nor would he even feel familiar.

"Let's get started."

Soon, the slaves gathered in this somewhat remote small square. Seeing this, Nefihaut signaled to the guards next to him.

The guards in the temple are actually all mutants, with ordinary people, but there are also many mutants. These mutants are not powerful guys, and they are definitely not as powerful as Nefihaut, but they are also stronger than many mutants who are not even as good as normal people.

They are in the embarrassing stage of being too high to low, for example, the arms can become soft and become rubber to avoid damage... but only the arms are.

The guards responded, walked forward, and began to roughly separate the slaves, and then re-arrange the queue.

There is a stone tablet-like thing standing in the middle of the square. This is the simple fate card manufacturing machine made by Yi Xiao. Before large-scale promotion, you have to try whether it is easy to use. So Nefihoth blocked the relatively remote small square in the holy city and chose a lucky one again.

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

“Big…Sir.”

The guards were rudely pushing the slaves, while Aisha took the opportunity to squeeze into Nefihaut's side, a little at a loss and timidly pleasing to the favor.

As a slave owner, Aishain should not be so ignorant, but now he is facing Nefihaut. These gods are all guys with weird tempers, and they can kill people at will without being punished at all.

Even though he had seen Nefihaut once, he was still a little nervous.

"See him."

Nefihoth ignored Aishain at all. He said coldly to the guard beside him, and then two guards immediately came over and drove Aishain to the slave team.

Nefihaut didn't even look at Aishain during the whole process.

Aisha did not resist, and there was no need to resist...I had experienced it last time, and it was not a cruel blood sacrifice, nor was he injured, so he just smiled embarrassedly, and was then stuffed directly to the front of the team by two guards.

Well... there are also his guards nearby. These guards are also timid in front of the guards of the temple.

"Can you start!"

Nefihat said to the guard behind the stele, and then in the next moment... the entire surface of the stele suddenly lit up.
Chapter completed!