Chapter 1825: Recently it seems to be using the broken sentence style title

Quantity...
The number of ordinary people is several hundred times, even thousands and tens of thousands of those of the gods, but some things cannot be won by the number...such as humans facing gods.
They are too strong.
As an old man, although he is only sixty years old, the life expectancy of Old Tum in this era is actually definitely a longevity person. You should know that the average life expectancy in this era may be as long as forty years or even less than forty years.
It's a pity that in this era, if you just want to live or eat, you need to do your best. Naturally, no one will be idle. Like the later generation Guinness, they will also choose what is the longest-lived person in the world... Of course, the longevity will still be respected , But that requires the old man to be in a high position.
A slave like Old Tum, no one would admire him.
However, there is a truth in the family. In fact, in this era, this strange land of the Nile River has been known for a long time... although the proverb here may not be so.
But in any case, the old man's experience is much richer than others, even if he is a slave.
Old Tum has lived his whole life and has seen countless envoys. Perhaps those powerful envoys with lofty status are indeed out of sight, but in quantity... he is probably more than most envoys themselves. The number of variants is large.
There are strong ones and weak ones.
The ability of many weak gods is almost without threat, like the gills with fish on their faces, but they cannot breathe normally underwater, or the nails are always growing, but they are very fragile.
They don't say anything powerful, I am afraid that even normal life will not work, it is better than a normal person.
Although the status of the mutants is very high, don’t expect the temple to support them unconditionally...The temple is not a charity hall. The main theme of any world is always the supremacy of interests. Besides, the current social and civilized environment cannot afford unconditional Pressure to support so many people.
The number of mutants in this era can be quite large. It is now the golden age of mutants in the early days. The probability of birth of mutants among humans has been greatly increased. The golden age of mutants in later generations, which dominates the world, may not be hundreds of thousands of variants. People, but at this time, in the Nile Basin alone, the number of mutants may already be hundreds of thousands.
But the weak mutants... no matter whether it is a later generation or this time, nothing has changed.
No position.
Weakness is the original sin.
The natural opposite to the weak is the powerful mutants. The weak mutants are too weak, and the same powerful ones are too powerful.
Even if it is only a little stronger, even if none of the mutants who have been selected as envoys are faced by ordinary people, it is not something ordinary people can deal with.
Old Tum has seen many of these guys. They were neither selected, nor did they really become envoys, but they were not so weak as ordinary people.
Some of them can spray flames in their mouths, and some can throw their fingers like flying knives...
The abilities of these preparations are varied, and the only thing that is the same is that... they can easily slaughter a large number of ordinary people when they are prepared.
Old Tumu knew very well that the guards who guarded them outside, don’t look at their full armor, but they would definitely not be the opponents who prepared the envoy, how many went, how many died.
That’s the flame, the most terrible flame in the world. Even if Old Tuum knows clearly that they are not really gods and gods, but occasionally, he still can’t help but think of this kind of flame control... Is it true Isn’t the power that the gods possess.
But no matter whether they are gods or gods, ordinary people will not be their opponents at all.
The only way to try to challenge these angels is to find death. The only ending is death.
Otherwise why...the angels ruled everything firmly.
Ordinary people will definitely not be their opponents, and never think of resistance, unless...unless ordinary people can also have the same power, and can fight against it...power!
For example, these cards.
Of course, Old Tum wouldn’t be so stupid as to really count on these so-called cards, thinking that ordinary people can fight against mutants.
Because these cards are also gods... the so-called gods gave them, even if Old Tum didn’t have any military knowledge, it was clear that they can’t use the enemy to eliminate unnecessary things to deal with the enemy, they will definitely have better .
This power is not a card, but other power.
Other powers... Yes, there are definitely other powers in the world that can fight against these high gods and gods.
But, I am afraid I can't see it.
Old Tumu's turbid eyes moved, and then his eyes fell to the little Dora who was always curious and restless.
So it's up to you... Son of Visir...
In the eyes of most slaves, Old Tum and Little Dora are irrelevant persons.
Although Little Dora always likes to stay with Old Tum, it is probably because Old Tum has no threat.
After all, leaning next to a young slave, if you have a bad temper, you are likely to be beaten, even robbed of food... and worse.
Although none of their slaves who were together under Aishin's group were particularly bad, none of them were good people.
In silence and indifference, most of the slaves' understanding of Old Tum and Little Dora are actually limited to what they see with their eyes and what they hear with hearing... They do not have a deeper understanding and do not want to control it.
In addition to their own affairs, they are too lazy to control, slaves are like this, one day to live one day.
Of course, they are definitely not good people, because if it is the kind of evil that does not cost too much, they will also not hesitate...
So Little Dora chose Old Tum, which is naturally more wise than choosing other slaves to rely on.
Of course, the old old Tum could not bring much protection to Dora, but fortunately, there was no slave to deliberately bully the two of them... Most of this kind of thing happened in the circle of gladiators. Under the slave master.
Those slaves are large in number, and they are all fierce and aggressive villains, or defeated soldiers, deserters, etc. For them, you can indeed cause a group melee if you look at them.
But here... very little.
Even an old man like Old Tum can get mixed every day.
Everyone is like this, after all, they are just a group of slaves, and one day they live together until one day they can't be mixed...that is the end.
What I saw in the eyes of these slaves was that Little Dora was sent here when he was very young. No one knew how he came, and when he came, only that he seemed to be the son of a slave. As children of two slaves, of course, slaves.
It may not be, it depends on what his parents have won, but since childhood Dora’s parents have never appeared, like an orphan, he should be an orphan indeed.
The so-called slaves scrambling for care didn't appear. No one was in charge of Dora, but he didn't need him to do high-intensity work. Every day he just ate and slept, and ate, and then did what he could.
Then he grew up like this every day.
Old Toum was added halfway, but he added earlier and longer, but also no familiar people joined here.
So he and Xiaodola didn't seem to know each other early.
But in fact... they just know.
To be more precise, Old Tum recognized Little Dora, but Little Dora didn't know who Old Tum was, nor did he know who he was...
This matter is deeply hidden in the heart of Old Tum, who said nothing to anyone.
The time has not yet arrived, far from it...it may not even last forever.
But Old Tum is not in a hurry. Although he is old, he feels that his body is still healthy, and he has no problem living for a few years.
In fact, if the timing never comes, Old Tumu even thinks that even if he does not tell Little Dora, let him be a slave for a lifetime, even if it is a slave! It's better than knowing the truth about this dangerous thing.
because……
"when!"
The wooden gate was kicked away by a rough kick, and with the afterglow of the sunset, Ai Xia entered by pushing the door with impunity.
The slaves in the room were stunned for a moment, and with their arms blocking the sunlight piercing through the cracks of the wooden house to see who was coming, they stood up calmly, ready to line up and walk out.
Sure enough, it was Aishin, and it could only be Aishin.
When the slaves were not able to sell, the slave owners would not naturally raise idlers. They would look for various jobs and pull them back to work for the slaves, even if the money is lower, that is money.
Of course, activities like building a temple and building a large pyramid would not normally be accepted, because the strain on the slaves was so severe that he had to sell a good price.
And not every day can find life, there are so many slaves, there are many slave owners in the holy city, and life is not so easy to pull over.
A few days ago, Aishinla came to work on a basket, but after the 30,000 baskets were finished, they would be idle, they just didn't know... what the dark-hearted vampire monster wants them to do today.
The slaves who had been used to getting up in twos and threes, but at this time, Ai Xiain, who was followed by several guards, was pulling his throat, revealing a bitter and harsh look.
"You guys are so lucky!"
He shouted.
"The temple is thinking of you again!"
Two days.
After Yi Biao ordered Nephihot to go out and expel those who blocked the temple, the time had passed for two days, and it was understandable that only two days.
Because within these two days, Yi Chou completed the zooming out of the whole experiment.
He reduced the magic circle fixed in the temple, and became mobile. In other words, the manufacture of fate cards does not have to be carried out in the temple, and being able to shrink also means that it has a stronger Popularity.
Yi Xiao completed the shrinking and mobile changes on the first day, and the rest of the day was actually used to make more Destiny Card Makers.
Yes... manufacturing machine.
Yi Xiao finally chose to turn them into a machine, rather than a magic circle, because the latter seems to make people do not try easily, and the machine, everything is hidden under the iron sheet, nothing can be seen.
Although it has shrunk a lot, in the end, the whole machine is still more than two people tall and how wide one person... its appearance is not characteristic, and 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.
There is only a limit.
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 in the rarest place, or flame, sulfur, etc. A common but occasional encounter.
But if only oxygen is converted, I am afraid that only a few hundred pictures can be made in a day.
At the same time, it is also related to the quality of the cards produced. There are no problems with the hundreds of cards at the lowest level. If there are golden cards, I am afraid that you will not want to work for the next day.
Of course, Yi Chou also considered that after making hundreds of cards, he encountered a gold card that day, so it has passive energy storage. After consumption, it will not be refilled and the machine will not restart.
The world is about to leave, so the card Yihuo will not be taken away, but the data will be collected back. Of course, if any particularly interesting cards were born before Yihuo left, such as gold, then this The card will still be transferred to Yihou, and then a card will be returned as compensation.
But leaving this world, this setting has no effect, Yi Yi's magic has not yet reached the level of transboundary.
But...maybe?
After the machine was initially perfected, Yi Biao couldn't wait to let Neferhot promote them, because I don't know how long it will be before the arrival of the new god, and Yi Biao doesn't know, so be quicker.
After all, the more experimental data, the better.
Of course, before that, we still have to test whether it really works~EbookFREE.me~What? Temple? "
Aishin's words were like drops of water dripping from the hot oil, causing the slaves to boil instantly. They whispered, expressing their surprises and surprises to each other.
Although it was whispering, it was not much different from shouting.
Ayshain did not stop him. Although he could indulge in the rewards of these slaves, he really dared not treat them. After all, he didn’t know what the temple looked at them, or looked down upon them. He worried about the chase of the temple. responsibility.
It was really stupid to be blamed by the temple for some scolding, and then go to jail. Aishin even preferred to maintain his good temper.
But of course, the temper should not be too good, nor can it be seen by the slaves, otherwise they will be intimidated.
Still in a bitter and mean look, Aisha said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, you group of money-losing goods, go with me! Don't let the gods make adults impatient!"