Aaron became curious, sitting up straight:
"Motorcycle? What is it, a vehicle faster than horses? I have seen the spacecraft of Kyrinman, but I was inside the spacecraft and didn't understand what it looked like outside."
Malamum took the papyrus and began to accurately control his hand muscles, drawing.
Soon, a shape resembling the body of a horse, with a saddle integrated directly in the middle section, two handles extending forward, and a barrel-shaped outlet at the back.
Then there was a stable platform to support the entire body.
Thanks to the fact that Extreme Soldier knows a little bit of everything, this power motorcycle is painted quite well, allowing people to quickly understand how to use it.
Aaron took the papyrus, making a sound of admiration and musing:
"It looks like the head of a horse was cut off, its legs were removed, and then set on a platform."
Old five suddenly woke up from his nap, alertly looking around, and then continued to sleep.
Malamum, however, drew in a sharp breath, suddenly standing up and looking around with caution.
This must be some sort of demonic god who has contaminated it!
Anda watched this scene, smiling: "Sit down, Malamum, in this era, demons and us still have a wall that is sufficient enough to prevent them from entering."
"Aaron is just a human who happens to be at this age and has some peculiar ideas in his head. Our goal is that when humans have these ideas, there won't actually be any gods popping out to fulfill them."
Only then did Malamum respectfully sit down, motionless, and asked:
"Master, Kaul the Sage has said that during this period, you were actually—"
Anda smiled, "How is it really? Do you think they have something good over there? Or is the future me so autocratic that I need to control human thoughts and absolutely not allow any thoughts that don't meet my expectations?"
"This is all what kind of garbage, I have never done this before, it's all those insects from the state religion."
Malamum, come to your senses! Time has no meaning! This is not the past!"
Anda shouted, "This is after the battle between Horus and me!"
Aaron just listened in on the side and was getting a headache. Horus, again, that name.
This seemingly worst brother.
"All right, all right, we can talk about that later. Maybe once I meet Horus, the problem will be resolved. For now, let's focus on getting the motor of Chagatai sorted out first. I heard him crying so pitifully; children need to be comforted quickly. Otherwise, when they grow up, they might have psychological scars."
Aaron quickly brought the topic back, they shouldn't be studying about Horus right now.
How are they going to make the motorcycles!
"And this thing doesn't even have wheels?" He pointed to the illustration in his hand, "Does it float in the air and operate that way?"
Malamum kept his composure, leaving the meaning behind King's words "after the battle" to Kaul for further research.
His mind still couldn't grasp the concept of "this is not the past."
After all, their father was not skilled in the arts of the spirit, and neither were they. They had little understanding of abstract concepts.
He began to explain, "Power motorcycles usually use levitation components, paired with a certain level of power device."
"The so-called energy level, you can simply understand it as the difference in power required to lift a chicken egg and a donkey. Then imagine throwing them away."
Aaron clapped his hands and said, "I get it. If the egg and the donkey I throw go at the same speed, that means I need more energy to throw the donkey."
Again, Old Five yawned and shook his ears in confusion, "What's wrong with me today? I can't even sleep a peaceful afternoon nap?"
Anda scratched his ears, returning to a relaxed state:
"Don't be so unrealistic. With today's technology, we can't make a power motorcycle. Even boiling water steam engines are a challenge. Let me see, the only power source in this world is—"
Anda looked at Malamum and said, "It's the core of your Power Armor."
Malamum bowed and said, "If it is for Chagatai, it would be my honor to offer my armor. I believe my father will not mind."
Anda laughed, "Yes, I've been watching you. Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether you or Taitus need this power armor or not. Haha, just a joke, my influence isn't that strong. There are too many people praying to me."
Aaron muttered: "So, father, are you giving me a solution?"
Anda slapped his thigh and stood up:
"I've eaten, remember to wash the dishes. After all, Chagatai is the most sensible among you troublemaking brats, causing me the least trouble."
"I'll help you get a usable power motorcycle for Chagatai."
Aaron's eyes still maintained a vigilant expression, today's father's performance is not said to be anthropomorphic, but it is almost a super good father!
And when the father exhibited this unprecedented behavior, Aaron was actually at a loss for how to respond, and it might even trigger a stress response.
Anda was tidying up her long hair.
"I'm going to take a nap and then go to the artisan registration in the afternoon. We're short on metal materials, so we'll have to borrow some from the Pharaoh."
Without paying attention to his son's startled eyes, he hummed an unknown tune to himself and went into the house.
Oh, Malamum also had a panic-stricken expression, but he had good control over his facial expressions, not exposing his panic.
It's over, among all the primarchs, does the Emperor prefer Chagatai the most!
While both Malamum and Aaron were suspicious that Andar was experiencing an episode of sudden madness.
Inside the Yun Nu Sun God Temple.
Advertise the text, this elderly man who sells all kinds of craftwork, because he still has some craftsman skills, was enlisted in the artisans of the Pharaoh.
Preparing to make the great war machine.
A bronze-made chariot.
"Ho, old man, if you dare to slack off, I'll whip you!"
The fierce and menacing Pharaoh's guards herded Anlivwen into the workshop.
The Yun Nu Sun God Temple is built above a furnace where the main parts of the bronze war chariot are made. It is said to be the secret creation of Pharaoh's exploration into casting techniques from heaven.
The workshop is filled with intense heat, with several sources of high temperature guiding people to pour molten metal into them, waiting for it to cool.
The sweat brought on by the heat made people numb, and the continuous heat flow stifled every worker's vitality.
Anlivwen, however, became increasingly intoxicated with the process of assembling the completed parts.
Compared to metal creations, the process is more like a womb, nurturing the birth of some living entity.
This life, however, is certainly not something good.
Almost as soon as he entered the heart of the workshop, two craftsmen accidentally fell into the furnace. Their cries were barely audible.
In that instant, the words that had been haunting Anlivwen's mind for days finally became clear:
"I will bless you, forging this war engine. It will ruthlessly crush all the fortifications of your era."
"And you, will become its forge master!"
"Obey me, the art of Wastor!"
Anlivwen couldn't help but scream out, "Tell your superiors, I know how to complete it! I can, create it perfectly!"
At an unknown time, in the Maze of Treachery, Bluebird did not like to ask the small Bluebird in his hand to pass the time.
He found more amusement in Wastor's ridiculous act of directly exposing his true name.
Indeed, this was a motivation before the Black King claimed the title of Ominisia.
But this was just too stupid, so much so that even the Maze of Treachery was laughing.
Wastor was indeed not one of them.
He faced not the Andar of over 40,000 years ago, but the Emperor who had experienced termination and death, the Dark King!
However, the Maze of Treachery did not remind others of their good intentions. Usually, It was the one who led people astray.
Now, this bronze war chariot is being watched by both Wastor and "Ominisia."
Who will be the fortunate owner of this chariot bestowed by both gods?
