In front of Thebes, Malum was carrying large and small packages, and an old donkey was strapped on his back.

    In Aaron's eyes, Malum truly was a guardian of the heavenly palace, and even though he had been transformed into a human by his father, the power to split mountains and stones within himself still existed.

    If he could also possess such power, he really wanted to beat his father.

    At least let his father learn to communicate with him normally.

    Unfortunately, Malum is his father's servant.

    So Aaron could only watch the donkey on Malum's back, twist and turn his body uneasily to relieve the monotony of the journey.

    The donkey's tongue was constantly trying to lick the ears of this interstellar warrior, with its dark caramel-colored tongue secreting saliva.

    The thin legs of the donkey were tied separately to Malum's arms and waist, occasionally emitting a few brays, humming and whinnying.

    It is an honor for such a lowly creature to be carried by an Astartes.

    But in reverse, this is the property of the Emperor.

    Therefore, Malum no longer felt insulted, instead becoming even more respectful.

    Aaron kicked stones while walking beside Malum, occasionally glancing back with a melancholic gaze towards the city that was slowly receding behind them.

    It wasn't that he was missing the companions who wanted to introduce him to young girls his age, but rather he suddenly felt that the word "home" had taken on a new meaning for himself.

    Where is his home? Is it with his mother, or——

    His eyes involuntarily fell on the stooped silhouette ahead, marching silently.

    Malum was constantly mindful of his mission to maintain a relationship with his father to keep the Emperor human, and the cultural atmosphere from the five hundred worlds had nurtured him to read the sorrow in Aaron's eyes.

    This was something that many other Space Marines could not do.

    The Astartes spoke slowly, his voice sounding like a speaker from the world of Macra:

    "Aaron, you are not without a home. Wherever your family is, that is where your home is."

    Aaron rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath:

    "I actually don't like the way you speak in a serious tone either. You lied, right?"

    Malum became serious, "Descendant of Kell, the Ultramarine, never wields the power of lies!"

    Aaron waved his hand dismissively, showing a tone of 'you can't be serious' as he kicked the stone further away beneath his feet.

    "I already knew, that old stuff wanted to go to Egypt from the start. I guess I just made a choice, and it was you who gave me other options."

    "Thank you, but no need to do that anymore. I wanted to go to Egypt out of my own will."

    "Loki, my brother, wait for me!"

    "Oh, tell me something about the future, legends say that Zeus will be overthrown by his son."

    "The entire Mount Olympus will be ignited, even the Milky Way in the sky, the constellation of countless heroes, those stars in the heavens will fall."

    "Gorgeous and magnificent palaces are toppled, the ruins are covered in the corpses of Palace Guards, the son who is destined to become the future ruler of heaven faces off against his father."

    Aaron described the scene of the prophecy in an excited tone, these were told to him by his mother.

    These myths popular in the Athens region were also spread in Thebes, corroborating each other.

    Malum seemed to be triggered by these words, recalling something distant from his past. He was reluctant to speak further.

    Even if he wanted to speak, the power of the Emperor and destiny made it difficult for him to disclose the future.

    Because he knew that the prophecy was indeed true.

    The mountain, the palace, the stars in the sky...

    Everything that the father possesses will be destroyed by his son.

    Original Beings who know the future eventually die in untimely deaths.

    He is just an Astartes, too presumptuous to speak.

    Aaron, seeing this, commented in a disappointed tone:

    "Alright, alright, I can ask some other questions that don't involve those specific things."

    Malum, recovering from his reminiscence, did not personally witness the Great Rebellion.

    But the genetic seeds passed down through generations, along with the documents inscribed in the library of the battle brotherhood, could convey that moment's feeling.

    He finally nodded and said, "Please go ahead."

    Aaron coughed twice and looked forward, his father had walked quite far away, so he should not be able to hear their conversation.

    That old fellow, he's got quite a full head of hair.

    But why are both himself and Loki bald?

    Even Kirillian is a short hair cut.

    Aaron asked in a low voice:

    "When I was with my mother, I've seen the statues of the Olympian gods. To be honest, there were no bald ones."

    "But look at me," Aaron patted his head, "Kirillian also has a short hair cut, and I just dreamed of another bald brother in my dream."

    "You think, maybe there's something wrong with that old fellow? So the children born afterward are all bald, or have a hard time having thick hair?"

    Malum couldn't help but stop in his footsteps, and the donkey on his back grumbled unhappily.

    The first son of the Emperor has dreamed of his brother again?

    And he's bald?

    Father above, I do not intend to offend your brothers.

    According to the records before the crossing, the first son's dream was blurry.

    It seems he only remembers the one distinct feature of being bald.

    Malum straightened his words and looked at the Emperor, who was busy traveling far away, with great caution.

    The father, without looking back, seems not to care about his son, what if he lost him?

    My heavens, Your Majesty, please forgive me! This was not my intention at all!

    "Aaron, it's difficult for me to explain the concepts of genetic traits and genes to you. Objectively speaking, the probability that your future brothers will be bald is actually quite low –"

    "A quarter? I'm sorry, I was born after the era of the Originals, and much knowledge has become hazy."

    Aaron sighed.

    "Fourty percent, that's quite high. Was it something wrong he ate when he was pregnant those children?"

    Anyway, it's definitely not the mother's fault.

    Huh~

    As they walked, Yaron yawned and continued:

    "Oh, originals, that's how you call my brothers?"

    Malum nodded, straightened up, and transferred all the things to his other hand.

    Then he invited:

    "Yes, Aaron."

    "Yes, Aaron. Please climb onto my back; there's still some space for you to rest. If you don't mind getting close to a donkey."

    Aaron couldn't hide his drowsiness, he was eager to meet his brothers and explain things clear.

    At least no more punching him, knocking him down into the sand pit.

    He climbed up, wrapping his arms around the neck of the donkey, and smiled.

    "It's been there since I was born, my parents brought it with them when they got married, from the temple of Macedonia."

    "Looking at its old appearance, I wonder if it's also a god."

    After Yaron said these words, he fell into a deep sleep once more.

    When he opened his eyes again, he was back in Colchis, at the location that Loki had mentioned.

    It's not the flame altar that he had dreamed about, so it's not Vinicia.

    It is an ancient fortress located on a dark cliff, made of massive stones, illuminated only by torches.

    He is in a corridor of the fortress, moving forward will lead to the square on the city walls.

    There was much commotion over there, as if something was happening.

    "I hope there's no time gap," Aaron muttered to himself, "I don't want to meet a decrepit brother."

    Yaron ran urgently towards the corner, and when his sight suddenly broadened, he saw his own brother Loki, the tall one, being torn apart by a wild wolf howling around him.

    They were not the wolves he had seen before. These wolves each had twisted limb parts and were enormous in size.

    The wizards around him, clad in black robes, were clearly up to no good, controlling these giant wolves.

    These evil things, working together, even gave his tall brother, a wound as serious as a god.

    "Damn beasts, let go of my brother!"

    Yaron roared and charged forward.