Aaron drew a bald giant, who wore religious robes and long hair dyed yellow, his younger brother, Logar.
Listening to the conversation between his father and Marum, he began drawing the demon images he had imagined but never seen with his own eyes.
War Demon?
That bad guy who wants to trigger wars between human realms, no, isn't this the domain of the God of War Ares?
All wars must pass through His hands.
He had never seen any of the gods, his brothers. It's reasonable to suspect that all the Greek gods, the sons of his father, Zeus, were killed by their own father.
To the extent that the power of war was usurped by demons.
Oh my brother, brother, may you not suffer the miseries of war in Colchis.
If you encounter any danger, please call me. I will definitely be by your side.
He got up and volunteered, "
"Is there anything I can do? If it's about stopping war, then that's a hero's deed!"
Andada was focusing intently on telling Marum, completely ignoring his own son and scolding him, "
"You stay here and watch as we find that demon and extinguish it."
"If you get hurt, Earda will refuse my subsequent plans."
Aaron heard this and slowly approached, with a sinister smile on his face.
"So, you're concerned about me and afraid I'll get hurt?"
Andada coldly replied, "No, it's not about you. I'm just serving the next objective. I need your mother to cooperate with me."
Aaron's face turned sour, and he turned his head away, secretly drawing Zeus being struck by his own thunderbolt, with burned hair and a black face on the wall with Logar's pen.
"You cold-hearted old thing, no matter what you're planning to do in the future, I will tell my mother not to agree with you!"
Marum carefully wiped the sweat from his brow, "Sorry, father, I really can't keep up with the communication style between the Emperor and the Heir."
I think, Space Marines are not suitable for this job.
Indeed, originally, Koil had not expected this ceremony to directly send Marum back to the past. Their original plan was to directly communicate with the Emperor of 40,000 years ago through the ceremony.
Now facing the largest internal issue in the history of the human empire, the Emperor's paternal relationship.
Marum is also powerless.
He had to concentrate and ask:
"Lord, how should I proceed to find the trail of that demon? In this age, the connection between the void and reality is not close."
"They have no way of descending into the flesh, more in the form of attaching to a suitable host to accomplish those detestable schemes in the real world. The main mutator must pay the price!"
Ah, the war demon sounds like it belongs to the realm of torturers, but in fact, it belongs to the domain of treachery.
Just like Marum recently obtained the combat records of Tytos, there is a demon that can arouse the most feared desires in the depths of the soul. It should be a Necromantic demon, but it is also an apostle of treachery.
(See the secret level animation of Warhammer in the near future.)
So, all the mess in this universe can be thrown onto that blue chicken.
There will be no mistake in the way it is thrown. If it is really thrown wrongly, that bird thing will certainly jump out and shout:
"This is part of my plan! Hahaha! Did you not notice!"
Marum deduced that it was only in these matters that an Ultramarine could demonstrate their wisdom.
He continued:
"So we need to find the trigger of the conflict, whether it's religious or economic."
"Looking at the blasphemous acts of the local area, it is mostly caused by large-scale blasphemous acts. Rome peacefully transitioned the gods of ancient Greek mythology, but -"
He carefully twisted his head and looked at Aaron, who had fallen asleep at some point.
"But in Egypt, there should be no such intensity. After all, from the later history, they were all passive. Whether it was Alexander or the conquest of Rome, or later colonial activities, Egypt has been influenced by European culture and politics and is unlikely to be the body of conflict itself."
Andada finally nodded in satisfaction, leaning against the bed as if he had just returned from catching fish in the river.
"Very good, you can understand so much, saving me the need to explain."
"To enable Egypt to incite trouble, it is the work of that war demon. At present, the smell of war has already spread, and it has nothing to do with Pharaohs. It can only be the priests who are touring around. Here, the power of gods and the power of kings have not completely separated."
Marum bent down and lowered his head, "Can we talk about this topic?"
Your Majesty, the one you most dislike is this.
Andada waved his hand and laughed: "
"That was me from tens of thousands of years later, the battle between me and Horus, which spanned time and allowed the present me to understand the future. But that is still the future, an event that has not yet occurred."
"Alright, let's rest today. Tomorrow, this prison will welcome a few blasphemous civilians, and calamity will also start spreading from this moment."
Andada turned over and fell asleep heavily.
There must be something wrong with this father and son; they just fall asleep whenever they want.
The snores sound like they are coming from the heavens.
Ah, father, may you also have such a good sleep as the Emperor, the most sincere blessing.
Marum remembered with compassion the suffering his father, Kilmarn, endured.
Once again, Aaron fell into a dream on the other side of the makeshift bed.
Finally, he entered the future dream again and saw his younger brother, Logar.
Unlike the last time when Logar was tied up by a few Lexicons and whipped with their tongues, this time Logar was binding himself to a steel plane.
The busy believers around them were preparing sharp, fiery instruments that had been burned to a bright red.
Someone was already vigorously exerting force on Logar's arm, lifting their waist.
Ah, to clarify, they were cutting at something with the knife in their hand, but the metal could not harm the Primarch.
Several dozen knives were tried, all of which were useless.
"Hey hey hey, Logar, what are you up to this time?"
"How can the situation be so strange every time I see you."
Aaron, seeing this, became anxious.
He rushed over quickly, and before the other believers could react, Logar signaled for them to step back.
To avoid being mistaken for an enemy by Aaron.
Logar's face was normal, except for a fresh, ugly wound curled up on his arm.
The ugly, nauseating flesh was hanging out, and the clear muscle patterns were now a mess.
As if a pile of filth had been directly stuffed in.
The Primarch's body was trying to heal and drive away these filth.
But the effect was not good.
Logar said calmly: "It's just a small wound. Those guys turned their ugly emotions into knives and pierced me. But in the next few days, there will be a battle, and I need this arm to wield weapons."
"And the Dark Apostles will follow these filth traces to find our position. So it must be dealt with as soon as possible."
Aaron covered his nose and whispered: "
"So you're planning to let others cut this meat off with red-hot knives?"
"It really makes my brother worried. I even hurt when a piece of wood splinter gets stuck in my finger."
He glanced at the blades on the ground that had been dulled, his tone even full of astonishment, with a hint of envy: "
"And these ordinary metals can't cut off your flesh."
"You're like Achilles soaked in the river Styx."
