Aaron walked forward, the ground burning hot under his feet, forcing him to quicken his pace.
He looks around at the fervent believers surrounding him, whose skin has been seared by the scorching heat.
He just feels a bit hot, that's all.
Is it because it's in a dream?
Here, what is this place, desert, scorching sun, towering brick buildings in the distance.
There's also a pyramid structure faintly emerging in the distance, like a mirage.
Aaron quickened his pace, calling out to someone in front of him, "Brother!"
"Hey, look back! I'm here! Your brother! I can't wait to take you back!"
"Whoa, whoa—this place is really hot. Are you guys going to set this thing on fire?"
He finally reached the giant's back and supported the giant's back to rest.
Aaron thought to himself, he had just imagined the speed shown by Marrum when fighting, and tried to replicate it in his dream.
And to his surprise, it actually worked.
The discomfort in his body, however, was not due to the inability to bear the load, but rather due to the sudden change.
That means he can still move faster in his dreams.
The giant finally stood up, turned around, and the face carved with chisels and axes, curious about himself.
Laja lowered his head and looked at this "human", without a shadow.
And the fellow believers around him seemed completely unaware of him.
And even to his own saintly figure stopped praying and turned around, had no reaction.
Laja smiled, and suddenly a fierce wind blew, blowing his robe and making it flutter. He muttered in his mouth:
"You claim to be my brother? It's really interesting, you don't even have a shadow."
"In here," Laja pointed to the enormous, burning flame altar behind him, where the ascending smoke and mist twisted and tangled in the air, as if passing through those clouds would lead to the kingdom of God, "In here, everyone has a shadow."
Yes, behind those clouds, is the sun, a burning sun that releases its boundless light.
The smoke and mist are not blocking the sun, but turning the sun's light into the revelation of the one true God, illuminating it down.
That is also the only eternal thing that burns between heaven and earth.
Aaron truly lowered his head and exclaimed in surprise;
"Oh my, I really don't have a shadow! This is really interesting. It seems that communication with the brothers, is really happening in the dream."
He showed no sign of fear and was not worried about being considered a heretic by these devout followers.
There's nothing to be afraid of in this world, even if a son doesn't want to show his father a good face.
"Alright, enough said. The older brother said that in your era, there were many dangers. Therefore, the help of our father was needed. That old guy is useless at all, let me come instead!"
"I'm going to be a hero!"
Aaron patted his chest, curiously circling around Laja, marveling at his towering physique that more closely resembled that of a deity.
"Right, I'm Aaron Wil. What's your name?"
He approached Laja's face once again, extending his small hand.
For this shadowless figure that suddenly appeared before him, Laja wanted to remain vigilant.
But a certain inexplicable feeling was communicating within him, Aaron's words were not false.
He opened his mouth, uttering his name:
"Lothar Aurelian. As for the difficulties I've encountered? Frankly, I'm only troubled by one doubt."
"God, where are you?"
Laja extended his hand, taking it as a handshake with Aaron, and carefully ensuring that he did not wrench the "brother's" arm.
He invited Aaron to walk together towards the altar, the sunlight piercing through the flames and smoke, shining down and casting a gigantic shadow over Lothar.
And none of the shadows on Aaron could be explained by physical laws.
Aaron leaned on his shoulders, supporting his head with his hands, and walked briskly. He had to walk quickly to keep up with his younger brother's pace.
He said happily, "Any problems, just leave them to me, if it has to be the father's solution, well—let's figure it out later. By the way, where is this place?"
Lothar also smiled:
"This is Colchis, a generic name. And this city, called Venetia."
"You mentioned your father? Good, now I have two doubts. Where is my father?"
Aaron remembered Kirimans previous vague words, and ran quickly to Lothar in front of him, turned around, facing the altar, walked backwards, so that he could face this younger brother and joked:
"Perhaps these two were originally one doubt. Kiriman, he, uh, I don't know who is older between you two, but Kiriman is also looking for his father, I think because his father has returned to the divine form."
"I think he's Zeus. You know Zeus, the king of gods, the eternal dominant figure in myths and legends. He will be destroyed by his son, or maybe sons. But when that day comes, it becomes now, so His era will never end."
Lothar immediately shook his head, stopped in his steps, and looked at Aaron intently:
"Not correct, I don't know who Zeus is. But I understand that the world has only one true god. If there is a king of gods, won't there be many gods?"
The follower's expression instantly turned stern, his eyes glowing with an infinite fire of anger, glaring at the tiny human before him and shouting angrily:
"You! You are a follower of darkness! Serving those countless false gods, dared to appear before me!"
"Die! The world has only one true god, this endless fire, forever burning sun, burn this heretic!"
Aaron danced with frustration:
"Oh, I see. Those punishments for heretics who want to burn them alive, where did they come from? You have deserts and pyramids here, it should be Egypt."
"I haven't heard of Egypt having these strange——"
Aaron did not finish these words, for in the midst of Lothar's rage, the giant's fist had already descended.
This devout follower was clearly not as feeble as the companions nearby who had bodies that were extremely weak due to their rigorous training, and he also seemed to know some martial arts.
Bang!
Lothar's punch sank a massive sand pit into the ground, and the shadowless figure had already disappeared.
"Humph, dark pseudo-deities want to shake my belief, and yet they claim to be my family."
"I am Lothar Aurelian, absolutely impossible to fall into dark pseudo-gods!"
The giant's resolute gaze followed the sunlight piercing through the smoke, feeling the warmth.
Behind the flames, the blue current was very dissatisfied, just now, had something unexpected happened in the plan?
And Lothar calmed his emotions and resumed his pilgrimage.
In the sixth century BC, Thebes, at 5 AM.
Anda woke up the sleeping Aaron, who was rubbing his eyes and somewhat disoriented. anda said quickly:
"The Roman envoy caused a commotion at the banquet just now, but his army has disappeared. So Thebes needs to be put under curfew. We have to leave."
Aaron yawned and got out of bed:
"Another move? We've only been in Thebes for three years. Alright, alright, where are we going, is there any choice? I'm almost of age; at least let me make a choice."
Anda didn't say anything, just handing over all the luggage and the donkey to Marum, who had worked hard and was willing to do anything.
Aaron grumbled:
"Here we go again. Explain to me what needs to be done and let me make my own decisions. It's like it'll kill him if I don't. Marum, isn't that right?"
Marum dared not respond, for in his memories of the Great Expedition, the Emperor had already become so.
He could only explain:
"Master has provided several locations, such as Egypt, Crete, etc. All are places that can temporarily avoid the conflicts caused by the Romans."
Aaron's eyes brightened, Egypt, where his newly seen brother seemed to be!
Aaron's eyes lit up. Egypt, the younger brother he had just dreamt of, seemed to be in Egypt! He rushed out of the room and came before his father:
"Let me decide, Egypt, whether to go or not!"
