The Atlanteans melted the polar glaciers and caused huge floods, causing many familiar areas to disappear.
For example, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen are all fishing villages at this time.
A real fishing village, a village where fish live.
Several large plains in the southeast have also disappeared. The Yellow River, a hanging river on the ground, has now become a younger brother. It plunges into the sea, and the mud dragon disappears into the sea.
There is also a legend about Dayu in this world. However, this time, let alone being barred from the house three times, even killing the whole family to worship heaven will not help.
A myth is, after all, a myth.
Dayu may have really existed, but that was in other parallel worlds. The so-called myths and legends are just projections produced by the pulling effect between parallel worlds, like a mirage.
However, the surviving humans in the world of Atlantis still firmly believe in the existence of Dayu, and firmly believe that he will lead the human race to curb the floods, bring water to the surface, and lead the human race to re-establish a civilized order.
Human civilization was cut short by the invasion of Atlantis, and it entered a period of five hundred years darker than the Middle Ages.
Donghai, an unknown fishing village.
In the distance, an industrial city full of futuristic technology is operating at high speed, processing the aquatic products harvested from the offshore, or further processing, extracting and synthesizing the resources produced in the plantations.
Outside the walls of the industrial city, there is a completely different world.
Desolate and dilapidated, it is full of primitive atmosphere.
The small fishing village is very harmonious in this primitive wilderness, as if it was originally there.
Of course, it can only be there.
Although the heaven and the earth are big, there is no place for it to stand.
When the moon was dimming, the factory door opened, and a group of workers with numb expressions walked out, dragging their bodies full of exhaustion, and followed the roads mentioned by Lu Xun towards the small village where they lived.
They were unable to resist the Atlanteans, who were as powerful as gods, so they could only obey, and slaves and even cattle and horses were allowed to be driven and slaughtered by them.
The only proof that they exist, or that they are alive, is their family, the moment when they are reunited with their family.
When I got home, I smelled the aroma of rice wafting out of the yard, and heard the impatient voices of my son and daughter.
Hearing that sound, all the fatigue and pain disappeared, and all the humiliation was not worth mentioning.
A living person should live well for his family even if it is not for himself.
However, this most common and simple thing is ultimately a luxury.
By the river, a woman carrying a baby on her back was washing diapers. The baby was already asleep in the basket, drooling and blowing snot bubbles from her nose. She had no memory of how she cried a few minutes ago.
The woman skillfully swung the diaper in the water, occasionally looking back at the child, sometimes looking in the direction of the factory, waiting for the man to return.
He came back, just like yesterday. He seemed to be carrying something in his hand. I wonder if it was daily necessities exchanged for work points.
It would be great if there was a piece of soap, which can make the diapers cleaner and have a scent.
But at this time, bubbles were rising on the river, and the originally clear water became turbid.
Two heavily armed figures emerged from the river happily, holding bright steel guns in their hands and stepping on a triangular flat plate at their feet.
The woman didn't know much about it, but she had heard from other people that the noble Atlanteans could travel thousands of miles a day and cruise all over the world by riding on this kind of triangle.
She had never seen a noble Atlantean before, so she was a little dazed for a while, not knowing how to deal with it.
After being stunned for a few seconds, she finally remembered that she should kneel down and worship.
However, the Atlantean looked angry and raised the spear in his hand without any explanation, and then, a dazzling light shone out.
The woman lowered her head in disbelief and looked down at her chest. There was a transparent hole there, and the heart that should have been there disappeared without a trace.
The baby in the basket was also hit by the attack and immediately burst into tears. Without any hesitation, the two Atlanteans raised their weapons and emitted a dazzling light again.
The world is purified.
As if they had done something trivial, the two Atlanteans randomly stepped on the triangular piece of equipment and submerged themselves into the water.
Their words seemed to echo on the river:
The dirty and despicable natives have tarnished the clarity of the river. This is unforgivable!
Only death can atone for his sins.
On the shore, a middle-aged man carrying a package knelt down weakly on the ground. The things in his hands were scattered all over the ground. He dug his hands deeply into the soil, and even bit the turf on the ground tightly with his mouth.
Not to be an ostrich, but to use this method to cover up my sorrowful cries.
He worked in the factory of the Atlanteans, so naturally he knew better the attitude of the Atlanteans towards natives like himself.
They definitely don't mind killing one or two or a hundred or two hundred.
Seeing her wife and children being dragged into the river bit by bit by the waves, she finally burst out with courage, a beast-like growl resounding in her throat, her legs burst out and she rushed to the river bank, grabbing her wife's clothes.
Immediately, heart-rending howls lingered on the river bank, startling a group of gulls and herons, and attracting a large flock of crows.
A mother and her 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, countless similar scenes are replayed.
For the Atlanteans, killing the inferior creatures that polluted the river was a matter of course, let alone putting excrement in the river.
Not only must they be killed, but they must be killed as a warning to others.
I just don’t know why, but this kind of thing is forbidden and killed again and again.
They doubt whether those inferior indigenous creatures have brains and memories. Bans such as not to defecate in the open and not to throw domestic garbage into the water have been issued for five hundred years, but they are still banned repeatedly.
There is no right or wrong!
There is no reason why!
Just like humans like fishing, it hurts, you feel happy, it bleeds, and you get water.
These patrol officers also like to hunt the natives on the shore across the water, which is one of the few joys in their boring work.
The only difference between them and humans is that humans eat their own prey, but they don't.
On the river bank, residents of the fishing village gathered in twos and threes, silently comforting the man who had lost his wife and child.
They were equally angry in their hearts, but that anger was fleeting, and the power of the Atlanteans rekindled their fear.
Just like fish can never retaliate against humans, in order to prevent themselves from being tortured crazy by hatred, they evolved to have only seven seconds of memory.
At the same time, the system reminded Xi Tong that the protagonist's aura was discovered, the right one was discovered, and the protagonist's aura was discovered.