Twenty-six thousand years ago, Aaron murmured in his heart, "Father...Mother..."
Bang! A tall blue steel figure collided with the dead alley in front of him, shattering the mountains that needed workers to dig for half a month.
The huge smoke covered, let Aaron instant awakening, so as to ignore the fact that there is only the skin skirt disappeared from his body.
A chilly breeze swept in, but now was not the time to worry about that.
He raised his arms feeble resistance, accompanied by the dissipation of smoke, he saw that the blue figure like a giant god stood firm.
He wears a white helmet, breastplate is a golden eagle spread wings, the central location is the skull of human cranium logo.
The armor is adorned with exquisite and majestic metal trinkets scattered at every point.
On the round shoulder shield, a mark was inscribed that seemed to be an unfinished circle?
This towering figure, akin to a one-eyed giant, stood completely still with no posture of impact cushioning or force dissipation.
In that instant, the entire universe became calm.
"It must be the supreme power of the Emperor."
The voice slowly spoke, with a texture similar to the grinding of steel muscles and breathing.
Moreover, judging from the sonic thickness of his voice, it seems he doesn't only have lungs on the left and right sides.
Uh, ah--- Roar!
The bodies were merely knocked over by the impact dust from before, not as a result of death.
These beings who had already died once again climbed up, lifted their twisted and rotting arms, and charged resolutely forward.
But this time, the mad faces of the monsters could no longer bring Aaron any sense of tension.
Because the blue giant god was already behind him.
That reassuring voice came again:
"Your Majesty, please step back to a slightly later position."
He addresses me as "Your Majesty"?
Aaron's legs moved to the back of the blue giant god, puzzled, and couldn't help but ask:
"You, who are you? Why do you address me as 'Your Majesty'?"
Could it be that Andra Vil is not his father!
Rather than his father, it was his mother and the heavens that gave birth to himself, which also explains why his father cares nothing for him!
When he faced danger, his father in the sky finally sent guards from Olympus.
Aaron couldn't help but indulge in such thoughts, but then he heard the voice of the giant god speak again:
"We are the angels of the Emperor!"
The voice said so, the monsters in front of him had already charged to within an arm's length.
"And they, the chaos! The archenemy! Kill!"
Bang!
Aaron couldn't see that guy's movements, as if that punch should have appeared on the neck of a decaying corpse, smashing its skull.
This also means that this guy's strength is so great that the body strength of the rotting corpse can't withstand such an attack.
Such a punch is even not enough to make this guy's waist twist by a fraction.
Those playmates who imitate the warriors' combat in the arena always emphasize the technique of twisting their waist to exert power, which they have stolen.
But this technique is utterly useless against this gigantic creature.
To describe it lightly, it's just lifting his arm to toy with a leaf.
Bang! Thud! Thud——
It was like the sound of the most beautiful girl at the god of wine's banquet stepping her foot repeatedly on the fruit inside a wooden barrel, endless and continuous.
When the girl's lower body is already half-immersed in the barrel, her white long skirt is soaked through and there are many of her peers who jump into it laughing, or simply lower their heads and drink heartily.
The city's only doctor said that after every god of wine banquet, there were more cases of lung and intestinal diseases.
Aaron felt that his thoughts were once again too disjointed.
After all, when the heads of the rotting corpses were smashed into a "juice"-like consistency, they looked exactly like the scene at the wine god banquet.
The only still white brain fluid has not turned green, mixing with rotten and moldy juice and tissue mixed liquid flowing to the ground.
The decapitated, rotting bodies seemed to resemble the trees in the damp regions, covered in moss.
Indeed, these guys look more vigorous after they are completely dead.
It's truly a marvelous idea, life and death, are they really one and the same?
It's dead when it moves, but alive when it doesn't.
Finally, perhaps after several dozen breaths, or several hours.
Covered in filth but unscathed, the blue giant god, whose hair was the color of ink, was approaching.
Subsequently, he kneeled down on one knee. The heavy armor on his body was like a work of artisan gods, seamless and glistening like fire.
"You may address me as Maram, Kai Doo, son of Kiriman."
Kiriman!
The name he heard himself called in a dream, as he searched for his father!
Aaron's brain was trying to link all the clues together.
Kiriman was clearly a deity, at least not a human being.
He has such a powerful son, not biologically his own.
Aaron noticed the Roman-style emblems on Maram's chest and shoulders, with a ribbon under the golden eagle emblem.
They were the flag and the emblem, and the eagle emblem was the highest honor, representing Jupiter, also known as Zeus.
Roman generals liked to adopt many step-sons and drink with them, and share beds with them.
So, these were actually Kiriman's soldiers.
At the same time, Kiriman lost his father, Maram referred to himself as a "Your Highness."
That might mean that his father was Kiriman's father, a king, and then Maram called himself "Your Highness."
Not just a mortal king, but a king of the gods!
At least Aaron doesn't think that warriors like Marum would be human.
In his thoughts, he remained silent, and the giant warrior stood motionless.
Aaron hesitated for a long time, as if he were firing questions one after another, finally finding someone to vent his doubts to and said:
"Please stand up, Marum, I have to be honest, I don't know who I am. I don't know if I deserve your worship or if you call yourself a 'Your Highness'."
"My father was Andra Vil, a blacksmith, not a local, as it's the father's name rather than the family name here. My mother's name was Elda, a priestess from Macedonia. I still don't know which god she served as a priestess. I don't think she had much respect for the gods; she even used the cloth from Apollo's statue to wipe my bottom."
"I'm sorry, I sound like a chatterbox, but, Zeus, at last I've found someone I can open my heart to and vent my doubts."
"My father, the only family I have in this city, doesn't care about me at all. He doesn't even listen to me, even though I have to cook for him every day. Whatever I say, he ignores it. Hey, Marum, if you see him later, you can beat him up."
Maram said nothing, but a rebellious idea occurred in his mind.
The relationship between a son and his father is never that good; his father always argues with the Lord.
Although the Imperial Guards appeared to be a tired son arguing with a skeleton sitting on the throne, as a Space Marine, he rarely saw this scene.
It appears that the Lord is not skilled in parental relationships, at least it is like this at this moment.
42,600 years later, Holy Terra.
At the throne.
The Daemon Prince's eyes calmly scrutinized the spot where Maram disappeared, attempting to discern the familiar soul signature.
Unfortunately, this was not his forte.
He could only barely sense the power that far exceeded the limit of what people could perceive as a sorcerer's abilities.
It was even more impossible for anyone to tear apart the warp space below the Golden Throne.
Then, the conclusion is only one.
The Primarch raised his head and stared directly at the skeleton sitting on the throne.
He whispered:
"Father."
The sound of Kor's voice was like a disrupted broadcast signal, crackling. With his dominant eye fixed on the furskin cloak growing to fit the size of his own body in the Primarch's hand, he recited the ancient and cryptic words embroidered on it, at least not words that the people of Thebes could read:
"For my son."
The waves of the electronic speaker were even twitching up and down:
"Wow, the Regent, I wholeheartedly suggest that you wear it and never take it off."
