Chapter 1 is neither god nor immortal

[It's really rare, it's actually a world that has not formed an interstellar structure. The heavy armor glowed brightly in the sunlight, and the war hammer in his hand glowed red as if it had ignited the surrounding clouds, and if it weren't for the fact that he was falling down at high speed, Zhao Mian's current appearance might inevitably make people think that he was a god general walking through the clouds - of course, if you ignore the beautiful patterns that the legendary armor should have, the artistic thing has nothing to do with the battlefield.

If you use Zhao Mian's insight to evaluate, this world deserves the word "simple". It is not divided into planets under normal circumstances, but is divided into many levels from the spatial structure, but this division and the similar world of Faeron seem too simple, as if we can know from the overall spatial structure how careless and random the original creator was - but Zhao Mian also learned from the essence of the world that this is indeed a "primordial world" formed without anyone's interference, which can be said to be a rare spectacle in the void.

Judging from the usual experience, Lao Zhao chose the world with the largest area and the largest number of lives to descend - generally speaking, this type of world is easy to develop into a situation similar to the mythological story where "gods dwell in the clouds, mortals roll in the mud and dust, and demons walk in the nether realm", of course, depending on the specific situation, the relationship between the upper and lower levels may also be reversed, but mortals, the basic carrier of all things, must survive in the broadest and most abundant plane, it is absolutely certain.

The structure of the ground gradually became clear in Lao Zhao's eyes - there was no sign of industrialization, not far from the horizon there was a large complex similar to an ancient city, the surrounding mountains and rivers were beautiful, it did not look like a poor place with mountains and rivers, and there were obvious traces of artificial felling and road repair in the surrounding forests, which proved that the livelihood of the people in this vicinity should be quite good, and there were simple water conservancy projects near the water flow, which kept pouring river water into the farmland.

The fly in the ointment is ...... There seems to be a small village near the projected site, and at the current rate, it will have some impact on a few households on the edge of that village - at least the houses on the edge of the village will be uninhabitable for the time being, and the flying dirt, sand and shock waves will probably destroy more than half of it.

The ground was getting closer and closer, and the things on the ground were becoming more and more distinct, and the figures that were not clearly visible at all were gradually distinguishing from the other things - the small black dots representing people were obviously running in all directions in panic, and some panicked shouts came from the ground.

Such a large fireball that suddenly fell from the clouds obviously made these residents have a terrible association, and the distance that was gradually approaching to distinguish the building structure and material made Zhao Mian understand what kind of situation the civilization here is still in - the civilization here is probably still quite "old", people are still living in the years of sunrise and sunset, if you look for a similar era from the history he knows, I am afraid it is somewhat similar to the Sui and Tang dynasties.

But there was no more time for him to organize his thoughts, and with a roar that resounded through the four fields, Lao Zhao was wrapped in a body of fire generated by the friction of the air and slammed into the land—a huge crater was created by the impact, and the earth blown away by the shock wave splattered out like a tidal wave, and the stones carried in it flew towards their respective targets like cannonballs that had just been discharged—and then crashed into a wall made of light and came to an abrupt end.

Straightening his helmet, Lao Zhao frowned and pulled his war hammer out of the mud, the scene just now was not because of his whim, if it was just to destroy the house, he would rather lose money or rebuild the house for others than show his strength blatantly, this is a new place for him after all, he doesn't know the local power structure, and he doesn't know what kind of felling of the people who have the power here to him, an outsider, and it can be said that it is a very stupid act to rashly show his strengthBut if there is a human life on the other side of the scale, that's a different story.

What's more, on the other side of the scale, there is not a single human life.

Zhao Mian hung the war hammer behind him, and stepped out of the pit step by step in the mud, but what caught his eyes was a scene that made him extremely helpless - at the other end of the light wall, a group of people in coarse cloth clothes knelt there neatly, they were respectful and trembling, even in the face of such a natural disaster, they did not choose to quickly find a safe place to stay, but knelt there as if they were greeting some important person, waiting for fate to come. Even when Zhao Mian stood in front of them, they all heard the heavy footsteps, and there was no one who raised their heads to look at him.

Where was this group of people, a group of terrified slaves—they were showing their humility to anyone who might be their master, and the fear that seeped from their bones was smelling unconcealable.

That smell is called humbleness, it's called slavery, it's called loss of freedom.

Zhao Mian sighed - the other party may have come down as a local god, judging from the appearance of these villagers, the capable people in this world may not be very good to these ordinary mortals, and it is very likely that the random life and death have been repeated for many years, without the support of scientific and technological power, and the physical and extraordinary strength is not sufficient, these mortals may not even have the strength to resist, and can only blindly accept their fate.

But he didn't need their prostration, he didn't need it, neither did the Light, it wasn't what he needed to humble himself on dirty ground, and he didn't have the disgusting pleasure of watching others fall to their knees and make him look noble.

So he bent down, grabbed the arm of the old man kneeling at the front, and gently held him, "Please stand up, I am just a mortal like you, and I don't need to make this great salute to me." ”

Hearing Zhao Mian's words, the old man hesitated a little, judging from the position of kneeling, he should be the elder in this village, and he is also the most knowledgeable person in the village, and he has experienced many things. After hesitating for a long time, the old man still raised his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Mian, and then quickly lowered it again, and shouted in fear: "Don't blame the immortals, don't blame the immortals, the small ones are just ......."

But Zhao Mian didn't wait for him to finish, he forcibly helped the old man up, interrupting his words, "Old man, I'm not a 'god', and I won't blame you, you are not a 'small', you see, I look much younger than you." ”

"This ......" The old man looked a little at a loss, he bowed his body a little, carefully looked at Zhao Mian's expression from below, and saw that he did not have any dissatisfaction, and only then did he have the courage to compliment: "The immortals naturally have a thousand wonderful means, how can we and other ordinary people compare." ”

"Old man, I'm really not an 'immortal'. Zhao Mian couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, "I'm just a person, like you, I came out of my mother's womb, but I have a little bit of strength, and I also make a few fox friends and dog friends on weekdays, so I don't deserve to be treated like this - aren't you breaking my life." Wake them up, there's something to do in the fields at this hour, right?"

The old man looked at Zhao Mian hesitantly, perhaps from his gaze, there was nothing other than sincerity, and finally nodded.