Done, the divine power in my mind merely prevented myself from transforming into this foul, ugly rotten corpse.
Now, when these mindless zombies come attacking, Aaron can only run for his life.
He even feels that the power of these monsters, revealed in their decaying bodies, is stronger than when they were alive.
After all, once dead, there is no pain, and when flinging arms and flexing thigh muscles to run, there is no need to worry about the constraints of one's own flesh and blood body.
Oh, my God, could it be that there is an internal strife in the divine realm?
Otherwise, why would Persephone, the queen of the underworld, have her power descend to the surface of the earth?
Yes, indeed, the bards were right; Hades had taken away the daughter of the farm deity whom Zeus had his eye on.
Damn it, what time is it now? Why is my mind still filled with these bizarre things.
He had to run, faster than the lions in the arena, and then make it home.
Carrying his weak father on his back, he set off towards the north, seeking refuge with his mother.
His mother's Macedonia remains a powerful northern kingdom, with soldiers superior to those of Rome today.
He probably wouldn't even find it hard to defeat these Roman soldiers of the afterlife.
Aaron was running, but he tripped and fell to the ground.
He had walked this path countless times, but now he stumbled and fell.
He immediately got up, grabbed the stone that had caused him to fall, and threw it backward.
The stone crushed the head of a helmetless soldier, turning it into a pulp, with water spurting out and splattered all over the ground.
The fruit piled up in the metal cups at the banquet of Dionysus, and the most beautiful women used their feet to step out the juice.
Ah, they had invited him to the feast of Dionysus before, saying that if he could get his father to participate, they would introduce him to the most beautiful girl in Thebes.
Indeed, everyone only loves their own father.
Perhaps the city lord and his wife would be willing to come as a trio.
No, Aaron, don't indulge in daydreams.
Run!
This is a race for survival!
He ran again with all his might, stopping each time to pick up suitable stones and throw them backward.
However, many of the soldiers wore helmets, and even after death, they continued to fulfill their duty of protecting their masters.
Finally, with stumbles and falls, the gate of Thebes was in sight.
But, if I run towards it, won't I be leading these monsters there too?
Aaron began to hesitate, only thinking of running away with his father.
But that would mean many people would die, including the little kids who spread rumors about him.
Let's take a detour and lead the corrupted corpses elsewhere. I'm in good shape, I can confuse them.
Aaron sighed helplessly, yielding to the thoughts within himself.
"Father, if I'm gone, take care of yourself. You're just an old fart who's good for nothing but making porridge and burnt roasted meat. Apologize to Mom."
He said in a low voice, his expression instead becoming calm.
"I really worry about whether you'll starve, but with your charm, perhaps many people will be willing to take care of you. I can't understand why such a low, bent old fart like you is so popular."
Aaron turned around and led the group of decaying corpses behind him to a valley outside Thebes.
He needed to circumvent these monsters here, then return to the city for help, or even convince the entire city to move.
The city built by the brothers of Europe followed the land reached by the sacred ox, and is now approaching its decline.
Ah, I really enjoy listening to the bards' stories.
Too bad the first time I saw a monster from mythology was during a life-and-death crisis.
He deftly navigated through the obstacles in the valley, like a shepherd, holding the attention of these decaying corpses firmly on himself.
"Hey, smelly guys!"
He tried to mimic the tone of the voice in his mind that had chased away the stench, but it was unconvincing, lacking any authority.
There's only the vitality of young people, but young people, especially sons, rarely find their voices when their fathers are alive.
Unless he has his own son or a bunch of sons.
So these smelly guys couldn't understand a word Aaron said; they only followed their instincts, tearing apart and eating this enemy who had refused to join the beautiful garden.
Let life reunite and enjoy the beauty.
Aaron's luck didn't last long, as the next bend he took led to a dead end.
And he once again felt the fatigue.
That overwhelming, invading fatigue that consumes every part of the body and soul.
And the voice of the self-proclaimed god-like figure called Radota:
"Father, where are you..."
"Humans need you, I also need you. Although I don't want to admit it, father, come back."
"We do not want a god on the throne. We believe that your son believes that as a human, you still exist!"
Ah, is this really a call to his father?
How can I not feel a single bit of sincerity? It's more like reading someone else's script.
Four million years later, before the Golden Throne, Kirillian looked at the manuscript in his hand and asked Kael: "Is this really effective? Can it retain the humanity of the Emperor?"
"It reminds me of the first time I conducted the choir ceremony for my mother as a child; it felt rather awkward."
"At the side of the Origin, Kael touched his hands a few times, hesitated and said:"
"Ah, the book that I told you to have your people find is so recorded. By the way, Malum Kaido, quickly explain to your father what the book says. This is really what it says."
Kirillian turned to the Space Marine at his side, Malum Kaido, his offspring.
The latter whispered, "Father, it is true."
The next moment, the bones on the huge throne in front of them gave voice:
"I'm dying, Radota or Robert, God knows how to pronounce your name. Ah, a pile of risen corpses is about to eat me. Goodbye, the dead probably don't dream."
Kael curious asked: "That's the one you mentioned, the one that will respond to the ritual to you? Family, only your father at least in that era. It seems that our Emperor is facing some danger. Actually, he can't die at all."
The Origin nodded, "Yes, but he is younger, more, more unreliable. A greenhorn, not a father."
Kael shouted in shock, "What! That's not possible! The ritual can only communicate with your father, the Emperor!"
"On this timeline, and with your construction, only the Emperor can be considered as a blood relative!"
The Origin fell silent, while the Malum Kaido at his side spoke up:
"Father, Sage, there might be another possibility. It could be a relative of the Emperor, something like a nephew."
Kael shook his head, "No, you don't understand. The Emperor has no siblings, it's impossible."
The Origin suddenly came to a terrifying conclusion and said it out loud:
"It can only be, my brother, the brother of the Orions."
He made a sudden decision, continued the ritual, and called out loudly:
"Tell me your name, and perhaps I can help you!"
Aaron was already drowsy, and he was lying on the ground, with the nearest decaying corpse only a few meters away.
He smiled serenely in his dream;
"I am Aaron Wil, can you help me? How can you be a god? Zeus saved me once above."
The ritual continued, and Aaron could already smell the stench of the decaying corpses. Finally, he said:
"Maybe I don't need a god to save me, the guardians of the heavenly palace should be enough."
In an instant, the ritual was completed, and the golden armor skirt sewn by the Emperor himself transformed into golden light and plunged into the Time Stream.
In the next moment, the still warm beast skin skirt fell from Kirillian's hand. And beside him, "guardian" Malum, disappeared.
