"Your Majesty——"
Marhum could only sigh softly, this was really losing the dignity of the empire.
Well, well, he's rather impulsive now. It's better for him to calm down and verify the data.
Marhum raised his head slightly and looked at the man behind the carriage curtain, ordinary, just a normal old Tala.
The upper eyelids were painted black, and his expression was completely different from that of Horus in the secret records.
He looked about forty, his features not much lined, but gave off a stiff and awkward feeling.
At the same time, Marhum also didn't feel any taint of demonic aura.
He whispered:
"Master, there is no strange thing on the Pharaoh's body, all the abnormalities are pointing to a craftsman named Anliwen."
"Or I will chop him to pieces right now?"
Andrew changed into a comfortable position lying flat, muttering:
"What does it matter if we chop him? We should keep him alive for Caorl. Our goal has never changed, to solve the cause of the war among Egypt's high-level officials. If there are no demons on the Pharaoh's body, then where are these little beasts?"
Marhum whispered, "Master, have you contacted Caorl the wise?"
He was worried that the messages he and the wise Caorl were communicating to the emperor had been discovered. He could assure that they were all truthful, but he couldn't guarantee that his narration wouldn't cause the emperor to be angry.
Andrew said indifferently:
"It's just that last night, when I was listening to music, I met with Caorl. He asked me if I wanted to activate more original casting interstellar soldiers, including those from the second squad."
"I'm not the Emperor, I don't even know what the second brother's name is right now!"
"So I agreed on behalf of the future me, since this guy has definitely done it before. The future is so bad, not caring about how much worse it gets."
"By the way, do you know what mess the second brother has gotten into?"
Marhum felt that he shouldn't ask anymore, his heart was beating so fast it was about to jump out.
"Sorry, master, I don't know either. The seal bearer Makado even erased the memories of the primarchs. I only knew these things before I left."
After finishing the banana, Andrew casually hung it on the belt of the person in front of him, wiped his hands with the other person's robe, and then said:
"Oh, it's what Maru did. Alright, he must have his own plan."
The two chatted on and on, but the Pharaoh's carriage did not approach them, but directly bypassed the square and entered the observation platform inside the temple.
After all, one can't let the leader be exposed to the sun.
At this time, Anliwen began to shout loudly:
"Contribute our craftsmanship to Horus!"
"This war beast, oh, your magnificent form, your sublime power!"
"You will destroy all enemies of Horus under the guidance of the sun!"
......
The square resounded with the reverent praise, and he had almost worn out his ears listening to it.
Andrew muttered: "Is this old man eaten by the temple priests? How can he be so skilled."
Finally, the lengthy praise ended, and from the observation platform came only the waving of the Pharaoh's servant flag, and people on both sides began to beat drums.
DONG! DONG——
The war beast, at this moment, began to be pulled, slowly crawling out of the underground passage with a slope calculated by the calculation. Gradually, it began to appear on the hideous face in the almost action of clinging and climbing on the ground by the slaves.
Two enormous ramming horns were set ahead, and with their sharp shapes magnified, they appeared even more ferocious, towering over many town gates.
If one follows the materialistic worldview, it really seems like an idiot to do this in BC.
After all, there was no steam engine in this era.
But in this universe, Andrew lowered his head, and golden light shone in his eyes.
All the spatial imprints of this war machine were replaced by himself, which also means that the war machine's operation directly uses the "divine power" referred to by those in the future as "God-Emperor Power"!
"You are the craftsmen of its creation, now I grant you a lifetime's duty, serving it for life!"
Anliwen began to weave his own cunning plans, according to the descriptions of the deity, to foster the earliest group of believers in this era.
In the boundless emptiness of the spatial-temporal void, Wahstotle felt his power being incredibly full and close to that position!
It was about to touch one of the eight sides!
Ah, it is! One proof, forever proven!
Yes, my own power will intervene in the battle between Horus and the Emperor, symbolizing that I have become a member of the true gods.
Even before his own birth, the followers of malevolent arts had already appeared in old Tala.
Indeed, this is the correct path, Xarkon has not deceived me!
Wahstotle began to issue contracts with his own feeble authority, just like how he had cleverly exploited contracts to squeeze the souls of demons.
He must firmly grasp these believers.
Anliwen's brain was utterly destroyed, leaving only his corrupted will, arranging the ceremony for the signing of the contracts.
They are pieces of papyrus with the symbol of Horus' Eye on them. The signatories will ensure two things.
One is to acknowledge the existence of Wahstotle, fully believe in such a deity.
Two is to ride the chariot in the name of Horus and destroy all civilizations.
After the contract is signed, one will have the ability to drive the chariot, even to host the incredibly weak spatial-temporal power now, and it is possible to reveal miracles in this world.
Thus, Horus' army will be unstoppable!
At this time, the Emperor will definitely be found and heavily wounded!
That old thing most can't stand these Tala monkeys suffer.
For the local craftsmen, this meant they had become a part of the Egyptian temple system, and from then on, they no longer engaged in production.
This is still a dream for humans thousands of years later.
Especially a dream that has been realized and then fallen again.
They happily signed the contracts until the last two papers were placed in front of An Da and Marum.
In Marum's sight, the sinister black gears had already become faint, his arms' veins exposed, and he was holding his fist tightly.
An Da took the paper, laughing and saying:
"He can't read, let me write his name."
Under the gaze of the temple servants, An Da took a pen and casually wrote down: "Neothes" and "Robert Kieriman"'s name.
In the instant the servant took away the contract, An Da, using the war engine as the medium for being the subject of the contract, completed the true contract:
"The craftsmen and users of the war engine will recognize the existence of the supreme craftsmanship. The last name is Ou."
"Will fight under the name of numerous legions. Kieriman is the regent, commanding the legions of the empire, and there's not much difference from Horus. Even more powerful."
The fundamental logic of your contract is that I come to your house every day, hold your mechanical wife in my arms myself, and inject it. You personally stuffed the door card into my hand.
Let alone you haven't become a god, Xarkon goaded a few sentences, and dare to come and compete with wisdom and wisdom with father?
An Da let out a long breath and sighed, "Alright, Marum, believe that in the future war, Kieriman will have it much easier. I modified the contract; rest assured, all the consequences still lie with me. It's a bit of responsibility that the future me can share with Kieriman."
The latter's face had already shown shock and was shaken by it.
My lord has gone to such lengths for father! The Emperor above, no, the Emperor in front! Marum was going to prostrate himself and chant mantras.
An Da patted Marum on the shoulder and, before the latter could do anything, his tone became awkward as he said:
"Stop crying. As for the spiran clowns preparing to shoot the play about the death of primarchs, the script writes that you cried a lot in front of the static force field. Those ugly clowns are the most annoying, and intelligence says they even plan to perform the death of angels in my palace. Those dogs, I will cut their butts one by one with a lance sooner or later."
