The Atlanteans melted the glaciers at the poles, causing a devastating flood that wiped out many familiar areas.

For example, in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, all of them are fishing villages at this time.

A real fishing village, a village where the fish live.

Several large plains in the southeast have also disappeared, and the Yellow River, the hanging river on the ground, has now become a younger brother, plunged into the sea, and the mud dragon has disappeared into the sea.

There is also a legend of Dayu in this world, but this time, not to mention that the door of the house is not entered three times, even if you kill the whole family to sacrifice to the sky, it will not help.

Myths, after all, are myths.

Dayu may really exist, but that is in other parallel worlds, the so-called myths and legends are just projections produced by the traction effect between parallel worlds, like a mirage.

However, the surviving humans in the Atlantean world still firmly believe in the existence of Dayu, and firmly believe that he will lead the Terrans to curb the floods, make the water fall on land, and lead the Terrans to re-establish civilization and order.

Human civilization was shattered by the invasion of the Atlanteans, and entered a 500-year period that was darker than the Middle Ages.

Donghai, an unknown fishing village.

In the distance, an industrial city with futuristic technology is running at high speed, processing seafood harvested from the near sea, or further processing, extracting and synthesizing resources from plantations.

Beyond the walls of an industrial city lies a very different world.

Barren, dilapidated, and full of primitive atmosphere.

The small fishing village is in harmony in this pristine wilderness, as if it had been there.

Of course, it can only be there.

Though the heavens and the earth are great, there is no place for them to stand.

When the moon and stars were scarce, the factory gate opened, and a group of workers with numb expressions dragged out with tired bodies, and walked along the roads Lu Xun said to the small village where they lived.

They could not resist the powerful Atlanteans like gods, so they had to obey, and slaves and even cattle and horses were left to their drive and slaughter.

The only proof that they existed, or rather that they were alive, was the moment of reunite, with their family.

When I got home, I smelled the smell of rice wafting out of the yard, and heard the impatient "daddy" voice of my son and daughter.

Hearing that, all the exhaustion and pain disappeared, and all the humiliation was not worth mentioning.

The living, even if it is not for themselves, must live well for the sake of their families.

However, this most ordinary and simple thing is also an extravagant hope after all.

By the river, a woman with a baby on her back was washing diapers, and the child was already asleep in the basket, dripping saliva and blowing snot bubbles, not remembering how she had cried a few minutes ago.

The woman skillfully rocked the diaper in the water, occasionally looking back at the child, occasionally looking in the direction of the factory, waiting for the man to return.

He came back, just like yesterday, and he seemed to be still carrying something in his hand, and I don't know if it was a daily necessities exchanged for labor.

It would be nice to have a bar of soap that washes diapers cleaner and has a scent.

But at this time, the surface of the river bubbled and bubbled, and the originally clear water became turbid.

Two heavily armed figures emerged from the river, holding bright steel guns in their hands and stepping on a triangular slab under their feet.

The woman had not seen much, but had heard from others that the noble Atlanteans could travel thousands of miles in a day and sail the four seas on such a triangle.

She had never seen a noble Atlantean, and for a moment she was a little sluggish, not knowing how to deal with it.

After a few seconds of pause, she finally remembered that she should kneel down and bow down.

However, the Atlanteans looked angry and raised the spear in their hand, and immediately, a dazzling light shone up.

The woman looked down in disbelief at her chest, where there was a transparent hole, and the heart that was supposed to be there was gone.

The baby in the basket was also hit by the attack, and immediately burst into tears, and the two Atlanteans did not hesitate to raise their weapons and emit a dazzling light again.

The world is pure.

As if doing a trivial thing, the two Atlanteans randomly stepped on the triangular gear and submerged into the water.

Their words seemed to echo across the river:

"It is unforgivable that the filthy and lowly natives have defiled the clarity of the river!"

"Only death can atone for his sins."

On the shore, a middle-aged man carrying a package fell to his knees weakly, the things in his hands were scattered on the ground, his hands digging deep into the soil, and even his mouth was tightly biting the turf on the ground.

Not to be an ostrich, but to cover his own cry of grief with the help of this method.

He worked in the factories of the Atlanteans, so he naturally knew better about the attitude of the Atlanteans towards his natives.

They definitely don't mind killing one, two, or a hundred, two hundred.

Watching her wife and children being dragged into the river little by little by the waves, she finally burst into her courage, roared like a beast in her throat, burst out of her legs and rushed to the riverbank, grabbing her by the clothes.

Immediately, a heart-rending howl lingered and swirled on the riverbank, startling a shoal of gulls and herons, and attracting a large flock of crows.

A mother and son died, and a man completely lost his soul.

However, this kind of thing is too common and too common to be worth mentioning.

Every day, there are countless similar scenes being played out and replayed.

For the Atlanteans, it was natural to kill inferior creatures that polluted the river, let alone dump excrement in the river.

Not only to kill, but also to make an example.

It's just that for some reason, this kind of thing has been repeatedly banned and killed.

They were skeptical that the inferior indigenous creatures had brains, whether they had memories, and that the ban on open defecation and the prohibition of throwing household garbage into the water had been repeated for 500 years.

There is no right or wrong!

And even more for why!

Just like humans love fishing, it's painful, you're happy, it's bleeding, it's watering.

These rangers also like to hunt the natives on the shore across the water, which is one of the few pleasures in their boring work.

And the only difference between them and humans is that humans eat their prey, they don't.

On the banks of the river, the residents of the fishing village gathered in twos and threes, wordlessly comforting the man who had lost his wife and children.

They were equally angry, but that anger was fleeting, and the power of the Atlanteans revived their fear.

Just as fish can never retaliate against humans, they have evolved themselves to have only seven seconds of memory in order not to be driven crazy by hatred.

At the same time, the system prompted Xi Tong to find the protagonist's aura, discover the true destiny, and discover ......

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