"Well, that thing, I think I will wake up soon. I only meet you in my dreams. Ah, you all are so troublesome."
Aaron felt a bit embarrassed as he rubbed his smooth scalp and tugged at Lo's sleeve.
"You can put me down, anyway. I'll just appear next to you directly in my next dream."
Lo stops her steps and puts Aaron down on the ground.
The giant's face is solemn.
"I haven't admitted that I am your brother. Aaron, you have only moved from a dangerous dark follower to an ordinary heretic. For such people, our consistent approach has always been to build stone tablets and altars in your homeland and then propagate the doctrines."
"Ultimately, the entire world will be transformed into a perfect city dedicated to the worship of the one true God. There will be eternal peace and beauty, and the future of humanity lies within it."
"But," his expression gradually became gentle, "tell me what kind of person my father is? I, completely can't remember who my father is."
Upon hearing this, Aaron became joyful, sitting down heavily on the ground and patting the empty space beside him:
"My dear brother, let me tell you about that old thing."
Lo sits cross-legged, his body is too huge, and he needs to adjust the direction to avoid blocking the moonlight.
He fetched some wood and, using a hammer in his hand, he scratched it across the stone, causing sparks to fly and igniting the campfire.
Aaron looked back cautiously and asked, "What direction is the castle on that cliff?"
"Will those guys come chasing after us?"
Lo shook his head and said, "Don't worry about them until they settle their scores. As you said, before you wake up, tell me about your father. My father is Cole Fallen, but after I grew up, he was afraid of me and unconsciously alienated me because I was not the same. But I still respected him."
If Aaron's father is truly my father, at least it would ease some of the doubts in my heart.
Lo thought like that.
Aaron pressed his knees with both hands, coughed twice, and said:
"Cough cough, let's skip the mother first. Otherwise, if I describe her wrong, she'll definitely beat me when she comes back."
"As for our father, the King of Gods, the Master of Thunder, the owner of the palace on the highest mountain, and the possessor of eternal power in the current era."
"Well, that's what the myths say. Now he's just a bent blacksmith, and he doesn't forge much iron anymore. He makes a living by firing clay tablets for people in the city."
Aaron thought for a moment but decided not to mention their main source of income, which came from the gifts left by the noblewomen when they pursued their father.
Lo looks up to the sky:
"So it is. It looks like a deity of civilization in a small place. At least there are still powers and order, so it's not as chaotic as the dark gods."
Aaron puckered his lips, shaking his head:
"Oh, just like Kirimann, you try to use your cognitive concepts to judge things. Whenever I hear these serious words, I feel like my head can't keep up."
"Now it's time for me to tell a story. Please take my perspective as the main one, okay?"
Lo leans to the side and bows his head, "As you wish."
Aaron coldly snorted, "When I meet you in real time and real space in the future, I will definitely kick your butt!"
"Never mind, never mind. I don't want to say anymore. I'm about to wake up, and that old guy will drive me to cook during the day. Give me something from your body, and then I can give you something of my father's. Marum explained it like this."
Aaron stretched out his hand, demanding something from Lo.
Lo looked around and found that, besides his clothes, there was only a hammer weapon on him.
After thinking it over, he broke off a longer, less sharp nail from his hammer.
Perhaps it can be used as a tool for writing on the clay tablets.
Aaron took it over and spun it around several times, feeling very comfortable.
Lo smiled, "Use it as a carving tool. You can use it to record anything you want."
Aaron nodded, carefully storing this "pen" away. Feeling the call of his own reality, he bid farewell:
"Lo, my brother, your ultimate dream is to build a perfect city, isn't it? I will help you achieve your goal!"
Aaron vanished, and the giant remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the spot where his "elder brother" had just been.
He stood up, picked up the hammer again.
Lo was not lying. He was "caught" by the dark followers for the purpose of gathering them together and wiping them out in one fell swoop.
Guide the companions to find these hidden settlements of the dark forces.
He wants to step by step, destroy the heretical beliefs of these dark gods.
The giant raised his arms and shouted. In the distance, came the warriors of the only true god in response to his call.
"We have finally found one of the castles in the dark realm, the gathering place of those evil beings."
"Brothers and sisters, destroy that castle and build a perfect city belonging only to the only true god!"
"Aerbas, attack the gates, they are defenseless now. Everyone else, follow me!"
The believers followed the giant's charge, running under the moonlight.
This was the first battle in the history of the unity of Colchis. Among the believers who followed the original entity, many were later central forces of the army of Silent Keepers.
The original being, Loja Aurelian, had once been "kissed" by the daemon Be'lial the Ogress, but there was no record of it.
Aaron woke up from the dream of a beautiful reunion with his brother. He stretched his body, jumped down from Marum's back, and conveniently helped the heavenly palace guard dismount his ass.
"This old guy isn't too old to walk, just a little blind. It's daytime now, let it go on its own."
Marum expressed his respect and inquired:
"Aaron, what dream did you have again?"
Aaron looked ahead, they were very close to their father.
He looked at his waist, the nail from the hammer he broke off indeed existed.
Excited, Aaron took out the nail and shouted towards his father:
"Hey, I dreamt of another brother again! He gave me this!"
Anda turned her head, gazing at the object that was not yet tainted at this moment, her eyebrows knitted tightly together as if she could squeeze the cracks in the whole earth.
"Aaron, break that thing and throw it away, no, burn it!"
Anda let out a loud shout.
Aaron refused without hesitation:
"This is a gift from my brother! Being with you, I don't feel any sense of family at all, but in dreams, brothers talk nicely one after another, and each one is a hero who wants to achieve great deeds!"
He remembered what Lo said, to destroy all the dark followers of Colchis and let people live a good life.
Anda couldn't help but freeze in shock, her expression growing even more dark and ominous, like summer thunderclouds.
Even Marum felt that multiple organs within him could no longer continue to function.
Anda finally spoke up, he endured the thunderous rage within himself:
"Just as you wish. After all, your brothers' era is very distant from you. Once you turn 18 next year, I will kick you out of the house and make a living on my own."
Aaron disdainfully said:
"Kick me out? I see, my brothers and sisters, after they turn one year old, will all be kicked out by you?"
"When they encounter difficulties and seek your help, you will never respond!"
Marum wanted to explain to the king that the original loss of the Loja Aurelian was not caused by the king, but by your mother.
However, after the original bodies returned to Terra, they were sent on a Great Crusade shortly after.
His Majesty is—indeed a hands-off ruler.
Having such parents is enough!
