Marum coldly glanced over and took a step forward.
The aura of endless alien and heretic slaughter has not been revealed, but it is suppressed by Anto who puts his hand on Marum's shoulder.
"I don't want to see these people shit themselves, pee all over the place, or even worse, have their blood vessels burst and die suddenly right here."
"Marum, they are humans, their behavior is limited by the era they are in, and they are not enemies."
Anto, with great affection and wisdom, used the language of four hundred thousand years later to comfort Marum. So that when Astarute gave a look, the people of this city would be sent to meet Anubis today.
"The religious tribunal caused by Lavist has indirectly led to the massacre of some Persian caravans, which eventually resulted in Cyrus II of the Persian Empire conquering Egypt 70 years later."
"Well, I got a bit carried away, before this, the expanding Roman Empire would come here to loot. They started their conquest from Thebes in Upper Egypt. This is what I want to see, to find the devilish plot lurking within."
Aaron had already extended his hand, waiting to be tied up by these people.
"Demonic being, Kiriman is dealing with those things. It seems they appeared so early on."
Listening to the three of them chattering in a gibberish language, Gert's nostrils flared and he cursed loudly.
"What are you all squawking about! Disrespecting the gods is a grave sin, and it requires paying a fine of 10 denarii in silver, or being imprisoned and performing labor for ten years!"
Anto finally finished counting his own belongings, supporting his waist and laughing loudly.
"These things, help me watch."
"Let's go, we have a place to stay tonight, and we don't have to worry about anyone stealing our luggage."
The guards of Lavist were frozen in place, these people, what are they saying!
Completely ignoring them!
This is not just a case of ordinary idolatry; a strong hand must be dealt!
Gert cursed under his breath, those damn outsiders don't understand the rules and have to force them to fight.
Gesturing to both sides, his subordinates nodded, put away their weapons, and walked over one by one with their hands in fists.
But as they took a step forward, each of them fell to the ground for different reasons, making it impossible for them to advance any further.
Aaron approached his father and whispered,
"Is this divine power? Please, teach me. Anything else doesn't matter, but this must be taught to me!"
Anto pushed Aaron away, discontentedly saying:
"Learn from your mother in the future, her abilities are more suitable for you."
The three men and the donkey stood still, along with the packed luggage, finally waiting for these people to give up their thoughts of using force. They tremblingly tied ropes to them and led them towards the prison.
At the end of the line, Gert was frightened by this bizarre scene and whispered a warning to the side of Enoa:
"Damn you old bug, what if they are truly heretics capable of those legendary spells?"
"This isn't Sayes, the Pharaoh's priests have no time to help us; they are busy enjoying food and entertainment in wealthier places."
"Pledge more offerings next month, and I will spare them tomorrow and expel them from the city."
Enoa was in a state of panic, gripping his hat tightly and pinching the edge of the hatband into a wrinkle with his fingers:
"Captain Gert, I have some new information. You know, Rome. The country founded by the twin brothers raised by a she-wolf in legend. They are now waging war east and west. Last year, I heard they were going to Thebes, and then they would continue south, that's us."
"I guess, those people are the evil Romans, their spies!"
At this point, Gert stopped in his tracks and gave a scrutinizing look.
Enoa began to embellish, as is the custom of merchants boasting about the value of their goods:
"If this is true, then Sayes will definitely appoint you, Captain Lavist's guard, as the vanguard of their army."
"See, the two younger men, they have clear muscle lines and are definitely Roman soldiers. Especially the one dressed as a servant, I can tell just from his gait some of the military training that groups together."
Marum had a keen ear, and he bent his head in thought.
Although the cultural legacy of the Astartes has been studied by scholars within Terra for centuries, it is a variant of ancient Rome that has survived.
But to be recognizable to mortals after forty thousand years is quite remarkable.
Anto turned his head and laughed.
"How's it going, humans? Isn't it amazing? Don't worry, once I find the demonic trail of the one plotting the conspiracy and put an end to it, we'll arrive in Egypt's capital Sayes just in time."
"And then I can retrieve something to make a necklace for Kiriman."
Aaron was moody, strolling with the pen that Luoji had given him.
"I've grown so much, and I still don't know what to give me. There was only one animal skin skirt, and it ended up in my younger brother's hands."
"I don't care, on my coming-of-age birthday, you must give me something meaningful!"
Anto began to wonder:
"Isn't it enough for me to raise you myself? In my long life, this is the first time I've raised a human, from an infant to this age."
Aaron sniffed coldly,
"Yes, if I were a god, I would be born already grown and wouldn't have to worry about you. Your other human sons are abandoned by you and grow up to achieve great deeds, and then you come out and say, 'ah, they are worthy of being my sons.'"
Anto's face became serious, with the appearance of a sincere Anatolian;
"Look what you're saying, Aaron. Sons grow up on their own, don't they? Marum, what do you think?"
Marum dared not answer, filled with fear.
Aaron was angered:
"Father, mother taught me to be polite, but I really find it hard to respect you. I just don't understand, Marum says you are Zeus and mother is Hera, and yet I'm just a human."
Marum saw the situation and urgently said,
"Master, Aaron, there is a more critical issue we need to address. According to my understanding, at this time, Rome does not have the capability to span across the continents of Asia, Africa, and Europe. The true glory of Rome was achieved around 50-30 BC."
"They haven't settled the issue with the Kingdom of Macedonia yet."
Anto nodded and said, "Very smart, like Kiriman."
Marum's heart boomed: Father, the Emperor recognizes your wisdom!
"Just as rigid."
Marum turned into a wail.
"I've said it already, there's a demon at work." Anto added, his tone laced with resentment, not whether it was Kiriman or the demon itself.
They arrived at the prison and were carefully locked inside by the guards. Fortunately, it wasn't a dark and damp cell, just a regular earth house.
As for that donkey, it was led to the courtyard and was to be slaughtered in a few days.
Aaron sat by the wall, holding the pen knife in his hand, doodling on the wall while listening to his father and Marum's conversation.
Anto explained, "The social foundation of this time period does not support a conquest action by an empire."
Marum vaguely felt that the Emperor seemed to be pointing something out, was he talking about father's campaign?
"Humans need to prepare for another three to four hundred years before initiating internal wars among the civilizations of various continents, driving the advancement of civilization."
"That demon, that scoundrel, wants to accelerate the war prematurely, thereby delaying the ladder of human civilization's progress."
"This will significantly affect the activities of humans' first exploration of outer space around the year 2000, and even delay the development of the solar system and the step towards reaching the stars."
Marum breathed a sigh of relief, it was not related to father's expedition.
No, it is about this matter!
If humanity's step towards space is delayed, does that mean we have to face the storm that tore apart the entire galaxy in a more fragile state?
This cannot be tolerated!
No matter what form the war demon exists in, he will personally cut off its head and present it to the Emperor on behalf of his father!
