A few seconds later, all the attendants fell into a gentle sleep, and Anda's power swept over, blurring this memory.

    He even doesn't want to fabricate a false memory, because it's really too embarrassing.

    Yet, he must also come up with the ideas himself.

    "Marum," Anda exhaustedly sat on a chaise longue, supporting his forehead with his hands. His great power has subsided. "Tomorrow, Dale will definitely let Aaron fight Esther first."

    He looked up, his eyes returning to normal, cutting himself off from the enraged self just a moment ago. It was an instinctive action:

    "Teach him some decent fighting techniques. Aaron mentioned these things to me yesterday. To show that I am a responsible father, I have appointed you as his teacher. I have seen your abilities firsthand, and there's nothing major wrong with them."

    "Although the battle scenes look really blurry, your behavior of charging into the territory of demons without any protection is indeed rash."

    Aaron noted in a secret way: This is the second serious response of his father to his request, one step closer to anthropomorphism.

    Alas, for the love of his parents and to ensure his younger brothers can be born smoothly, this older brother really bears too much burden.

    Waiting for the attendants to leave confusedly, thinking they have completed their work.

    Anda then inquired:

    "How are the intelligence gathered yesterday? If the high-level decision-makers in Egypt are indeed fools, then I believe there must be more demons infiltrating. It's not yet time for that storm to break out; this place shouldn't have become a hellhole. But their vile little tactics should be utterly burned away."

    Aaron reached out and indicated to Marum not to open his mouth, and answered himself:

    "There are three armies approaching Las Vetti, with the vanguard being Esther. Egypt is preparing to fully occupy the major trade routes between three continents through Thebes to gain benefits."

    "This is a very foolish move; they don't have the power to leave this land at all."

    Anda swept his glance over the offspring, revealing a mischievous smile.

    "Anda looked at the child, a playful smile on his face: It seems you've put in a lot of effort? Alright, not having to hear the lengthy reports from the limit soldiers is good. Now I can be sure."

    He braced himself on his knees, exhaling.

    "The high-levels of Egypt have been taken over by demons. It must be some force that has convinced them to believe their empire can conquer the world."

    Marum deeply understood what the emperor meant by "power," respectfully inquiring:

    "Master, has corruption already descended?"

    He worried about the previous sounds of those who were turned into zombies by the plague.

    Anda waved his hand, saying: "It has nothing to do with that. It's because when you were sent here, the most powerful state of my sub-space at that time happened to be in that dirty garden, which brought along some stuff. Those things left later but arrived earlier than you."

    "There's no need to worry too much; at most, it's just some enhanced soldiers of the flesh or a few low-level demons."

    He stood up, his body had already recovered to its original state, and the anger had subsided completely.

    "Our goal is to solve these anomalies and prevent human history from recording them."

    "Though the faith generated by civilization itself is dangerous, I will impose guidance upon it. And the weakest invasion by demons, which is also the most despicable interference in the history of human civilization, needs to be completely eradicated!"

    Aaron looked at the man who was speaking confidently about his great goals, his face full of determination.

    He admitted that his father at this time indeed had charm, and maybe his mother was attracted by this flowery mouth at first.

    Aaron approached Marum and poked him in the waist, whispering:

    "Have you ever seen the future father with your own eyes? Was he like this at that time?"

    "I mean, he rules humans, or induces my younger brothers to work, letting you go to fight, and it's this way?"

    Marum started sweating again; these questions, he couldn't answer any of them.

    If someone asked these questions 40,000 years later, they would be immediately executed.

    After all, fighting for the emperor was the very reason for their existence.

    "In the future, all warriors will fight spontaneously for their own beliefs. Fulfilling their loyalty is the greatest reward; there is nothing else they desire."

    "We have never heard the words spoken by Master with our own ears, at least for ten thousand years, Master has never delivered a speech or executed any other means that you consider to be encouraging."

    He had to selectively narrate some truths, not really lying. Father, forgive me.

    I would rather fight a thousand years in the territory of demons than face such problems.

    The blue camouflage of the limit soldiers is so bright.

    Aaron sighed, "I think it's better to let Kiliman come as—emperor, that's what you future people will call him."

    He has to make sure that Kiliman stands out all the time, let the father understand the indispensable role of his future brothers!

    Plip!

    As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Marum had already fallen to his knees.

    Blasphemy! This is blasphemous!

    Anda gradually changed back from the confident state of mind to that of the sloppy old man, pulling at his hair, and said:

    "What are you doing? Not every memory of the future is crystal clear to me. If Kiliman can take over many institutional affairs for me, I don't see why not."

    Marum had already felt like he was back in the stimulation he experienced in the past, causing his heart to work improperly as the life support system of an Astartes was no longer able to sustain him.

    Aaron then disdainfully snorted, "So now Kiliman can't find you, I guess you've run off long ago, hiding somewhere to laze around."

    Anda stretched lazily.

    "Let each of you think what you will. I'm going fishing. The fish in Thebes don't like me, and don't want to bite. Since I've entered Egyptian territory, perhaps the fish here will give me some face."

    "Marum, begin your teaching. I don't think Esther can kill my son, but I also don't want to see him beaten up and humiliated on the ground."

    This old man arranged the matter and then went away with his hands in his pockets, moving effortlessly to ask the priests' attendants for a fishing rod and inquire about nearby fishing spots.

    Later, he sat on the carriage of another person with a grin, surrounded by cheering people and leaving.

    Not far away, Dale looked affectionately at the back of Anda's departure, wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes, and his nostrils twitched slightly, very moved.

    It seems that his Anda has moved on from the past feelings and will begin to embrace a new life after today's purification.

    His features softened, and the stylized scales on his face expanded.

    It's time to handle business now, Esther is coming.

    The arena built to welcome this ferocious crocodile is also complete, quite rudimentary, merely a pile of stones, but it is enough to satisfy the priest's bloodthirsty desires.

    Then, it's time to march north to retake Thebes.

    On the way, he will cherish his Anda very well.