In front of Dalait's camp, Captain Gett, who was personally guarding the High Priest, hurriedly waved his hand to signal his subordinates to disperse and clear the path, leaving it open for the priests to communicate with each other.
The man who was high-seated within the hippopotamus skull made them all tremble with fear just by being seen.
If something were to go awry, Gett couldn't afford to be in a compromising position.
He watched from a distance as Ester's muscular frame, scarred and battle-worn, bore no mark that could destroy him.
If it were said that before, Gett would not believe that there was a warrior who could stand alone against a thousand, like a mythical hero.
But seeing Ester today, he suddenly felt that those legends might not be untrue.
"For Horus!"
The high-pitched voice of Dalait, slightly out of tune, could be heard in the distance. As a priest of Sekhmet, he needed to show respect to Ester by personally welcoming him.
The Hippopotamus skull sedan slowly descended, and Ester rose to approach:
"For Horus -"
His voice sounded dull and weak, as the ear was constantly whispered by Sekhmet, it was hard to focus.
And this expression of impatience only served to make people fear him even more.
Ester entered the tent, walked to the highest bedstead by himself and sat down.
"My friend, the warriors I need, have they prepared?"
Dalait concealed his disdain and calmly replied:
"Each time you come, I have carefully selected warriors to fight alongside you, as a sacrifice to Sekhmet. However, no matter how strong the warriors, they cannot last more than a few rounds against you. I don't know if Sekhmet would be satisfied with such battles."
Ester rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the image of "Sekhmet" Binli in his mind was passionately teaching him.
"Yes, yes, you must look at them with critical eyes and do not respond verbally."
"Those little pups just open their mouths and start chopping, never explaining what they're going to do."
But Ester felt it was particularly silly of him to do so, like a simpleton. There was no way around it though, as this was a divine revelation, and he had no choice but to follow through with it.
Indeed, Dalait found it difficult to bear Ester's gaze, and his behavior grew restrained.
"I have no intention of disrespecting Sekhmet, my friend. When Ra is in the sky tomorrow, it will be the time for battle. It would be my pleasure for you to rest on my bed."
Dalait felt that when he was stared down by this merciless gaze, he could not utter a word. It was as if it was a profound negotiation tactic.
You must answer my questions, but I will not answer yours.
Then you cannot ask further.
"Horus be above, Sekhmet be above, my friend, when I have taken the city of Thebes, I shall unleash the roaring war fires of Sekhmet. Following that, the plague you represent will devastate."
Ester spoke these words, and Dalait bowed, offering his tent to him.
This guy, from his tone, it couldn't be heard that he showed any respect to the gods.
Dalait arrived at the tent, where he had other prepared beds for rest, perfectly set up on a three-tier wooden structure. This way, he could easily glance across at Andra's tent.
The beauty he had, she had caught quite a few fish today, but in fact, they were all pre-prepared baits by his attendants.
The fish he had put in two days ago without food were now catching quite a few, one after another.
(Emperor: Um? I cannot accept that.)
It was originally his entertainment activity, with the beauty sitting in his arms, they both held fishing rods and felt the tug of the big fish.
But today was not available, so he had to let Andra go alone.
Ah, my beauty, wait for me. After I deal with Ester, tonight, we will both enjoy paradise together!
I haven't felt this excited in a long time!
It must be that Andra is saying goodbye to "son" Aaron by now? The candles in the tent remained unextinguished until now, oh, I really want to join in.
Inside the tent at this moment, the father and son were indeed engaged in intense activity.
The two were staring at each other angrily, each occupying a spot by Marum's side.
Marum swore that he would rather face two Demagni now than endure this kind of predicament.
Anda growled, "
"Give me that nail!"
In Aaron's eyes, Marum was just mentioning that his father's left cheek looked a bit crooked.
Anda, once again for some unknown reason, wanted to take away the nail that Loja had given him.
As the old man said, he wanted to curse Loja by using this nail, so that future Loja would temporarily lose the ability of his right hand.
That is, nail it up.
"I remember now, this rebellious son dare to slap my face!"
Anda's anger boiled over, the memories of chaotic future swirling together.
Aaron was not giving in: "I let him beat you! Not just Loja, but Kiriman, no, Chaghatay! All three brothers I have ever met, I will let them beat you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Anda clutched his head in pain, like he had just been hit with a blunt instrument. He flew to one side and collided with a stand, tumbling down.
"Horus!"
He roared, then his consciousness entered a strange state.
A transcendent aura flowed down upon Anda, and there was a faint golden light emanating from his back, as if he were a true god.
His mouth spoke in a language only Marum could understand:
"Orlposon!"
"No, not you, Loakon? Or --"
"Waldo?"
"F*ck, who am I, who am I!"
(In "The End and Death", the battle between Horus and the Emperor continues at every known time point.)
Aaron could only understand the last question:
"Who are you? Even when your poor father wants to avoid responsibility, would he even pretend to be mad?"
He stretched out his hand to grasp his father's arm: "At least act normally, you make Marum feel embarrassed. I still need to see you and your mother make up, and give me the birth of my brothers."
In the next moment, all the strangeness disappeared,
The father who had just been struck by his son and enemy returned to the state of Andar Wil.
"Huh, huh, what just happened?"
"And, what the hell was that you acting like I'm about to die?"
Anda shook off his son's hand, muttering to himself:
"It seems like I was hit again by a bald man with a tube on his face, and my past memories are becoming more complicated."
"Never mind, that's something that happened three million years later. Look at you, Marum, you came from 42,000 years later, Kiriman is still in charge, which means it's not a big problem."
Aaron's face was darkened as he coldly said, "I think the problem is huge. I can't do anything about what happens in tens of thousands of years, but you can't keep going like this."
Anda had already calmed down and looked at his son with determination:
"Are you lecturing me?"
"You're just a human who lives longer! I am a god! How many terrible futures of humanity are waiting for me to make decisions! Do you know how much I bear?"
Aaron shook his head, and merely bent down to gently embrace his father.
"Not, I'm just concerned about my family."
"I don't know what will happen in the future, whether it's a terrible outcome or not. I believe I can change it, not be forced to make various choices."
"I hope my brothers can be born normally. If the situation allows, I would rather be with them to raise them myself."
Marum suddenly lifted his head, as if he had captured some special information. This was the reaction of the special component installed by Kohl for him, which would start up when detecting major time nodes.
Aaron stood up and returned to his position, addressing Marum.
"Rest now."
He rubbed the nail hidden in his waistband and closed his eyes.
Anda said nothing, his body rigid.
The firstborn of the Emperor, can calm the Emperor's madness?
So, what about the primarchs?
Marum felt his mind crumbling into a vast ruin, and a terrifying possibility slowly took shape in his mind.
Forty-two thousand years into the future, the Holy Terra, Kohl's sanctuary.
"Yes, yes, whatever the future may be, trust yourself, not be forced to make choices. Otherwise, it will be like the terrifying consequences caused by the mother of primarchs staying on Holy Terra, and they will be thrown into the galaxy."
"If the mother of primarchs and you had personally taught the primarchs, perhaps it would have been enough to support those terrible futures."
"Your Majesty, is this the enlightenment you have brought to us through your firstborn?"
Kohl was very grateful and recorded these valuable data.
But his thinking logic, whether biological or mechanical, still felt something was wrong.
Does this mean that the King is passing the buck?
Boom!
The Golden Throne was undergoing its routine pressure relief, and the ejected screws flew and hit Kohl's hood.
In theory, as the top product of human intelligence technology, the Golden Throne should not have such extremely low-level problems.
