Malum precisely judged the evasive speed limit that Aaron could achieve, and then used his super brain to determine the safe word:

    "Lord, Aaron, the fish is almost done being thrown, otherwise it will rot and be unpleasant to eat."

    The two stopped at the same time and looked over.

    Malum secretly relieved himself, indeed, "eating" was the safe word for the Imperial family!

    When something of the future is exchanged, he will transmit this precious intelligence back.

    In the future, if father and emperor have another argument, this can be used to calm down.

    Upon pondering this, it became clear that the original bodies' strained relationship with the Emperor was mostly due to their lack of appetites and the absence of time to sit down and enjoy meals together to buffer tensions.

    Therefore, many scholars of the history of the original bodies believe that only Ruse was the least corrupt during the Great Expedition.

    There is no official record of any questions or inquiries about the Emperor.

    It's hard not to suspect that it might be due to the influence of Fenris' food and drink.

    The Ultramarines are also passionate about investigating history, summarizing experiences, and understanding these past events.

    "That's right, the fish is in this state after being thrown. It's still okay. If it were any more rotten, it could only be made into fish balls, but now it can maintain its shape for barbecuing."

    Aaron felt a sense of regret for the suffering these half-dead creatures endured as food.

    The father and son began to clean up the scattered fish, cursing and grumbling each other.

    Malum was preparing the barbecue rack and pot with a look of relief on his face.

    The meat could be cooked by frying and then mixed with local fruits and vegetables.

    Because I have seen too many strange mixed bloods in the forging world before, I can still maintain my mobility in such a chaotic state.

    Malum suddenly had a sudden thought, if the mixed bloods were stirred to a certain extent, could they show some strange flavors?

    Is this not somewhat chaotic?

    Be cautious, be cautious, do not waver. Many of those strange and wonderful ideas behind them are the plots of chaotic gods!

    However, if one holds the heart of serving the Emperor's meals well, there may be no problem.

    Soon after, the camp was filled with wafts of fragrance.

    The three of them sat down together. Egypt's history of wheat was relatively complete, and some bread could be used as a supplement.

    Anda gulped down the fish meat, but no matter how fast he ate, he would chew once.

    "Tomorrow, they'll have you go first, Aaron. Avoid the attacks and strike at the opponent's lower body. Winning or losing doesn't matter; just force him to use that demon's power."

    "At that time, the enemy will be briefly 'stuck,' like being caught between the gaps of two worlds, unable to escape."

    "And then Malum will go up and kill him. I cannot immediately strike, the psychic reaction will be detected, and there are still big fish to catch, I cannot scare them away."

    Malum respectfully agreed, but was puzzled:

    "Lord, I still don't understand. Although I've mentioned it before, the current demonic corruption is not as strong as it was four million years ago. You've heard of the catalyst civilization, but why would they target the weak civilization of humans?"

    "Is it because the demons have already known about the future state of the human Empire for so long?"

    Anda wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth:

    "Those son of bitches have no concept of time. If you strike first, they will recognize you as an Astartes."

    So Aaron's beating must be taken.

    "According to human history, civilization continues normally, and the myths and legends it experiences also conform to the spontaneous beliefs of a normal civilization, with no connection to the chaotic gods. I just need to ensure this."

    Malum respectfully said: "So, you want to become a god in the faith of many humans? This is completely different from your ideology three million years later."

    Anda finally smiled again:

    "Hahaha! You are indeed the heir of Kilmann. You finally get it. I guided human civilization from its primitive natural beliefs through the most dangerous period, and then into the humanistic era and the technological era."

    "Additionally, the great storm had not yet occurred, so the influence of chaos on reality was limited. Human civilization was able to grow smoothly. In a sense, human civilization is also my child."

    "That's right, I am a god!"

    Aaron listened and felt increasingly uncomfortable, muttering beside him:

    "It all sounds like lofty goals, as if there are no flaws to pick. But, with a father like you, I don't know how to evaluate humanity."

    Anda took his son's shoulder and burst into laughter:

    "Hahaha! If your mother had the wisdom of a Kilmann heir, she wouldn't have left me. I am doing such a great thing!"

    "It's the first time I've heard my goal from someone else's mouth."

    Aaron couldn't get out of his father's arm and the sweaty smell on him:

    "So, it should be said like this: Zeus is just one of your identities."

    Anda said with pride: "That's right. As for the cows, swans, little boys, and so on, they were all invented by my mother at that time. She was Hera at that time and insisted on giving me some fun."

    "Now, people still worship me, the King of Gods! But they all think Hera is a jealous woman."

    "The power of speech is in the hands of the people, and people generally hate Hera!"

    Aaron's brow was tightly furrowed, squeezed into a pile, and he felt his belief in his heart was beginning to waver.

    That is, mother might be as bad as father—

    Not that kind of thing!

    "Aaaah," Aaron deeply exhaled, and began to hypnotize himself, his mother must be a very good person, so kind when he was young, just because of father's reason had left the home."

    "Rest now, remember to wash the dishes, I'll try to force out the demon power of Ernst tomorrow."

    Aaron stood up, washed his face with clean water, and then lay down in the tent.

    He knew that his reclining chair would never be returned, and it had become the shape of his father.

    Malum was about to pick up the utensils himself when he was stopped by Andar:

    "There are already serving servants to clean up. Come with me, talk to me about the situation in the future. I'm not very good at sorting out the precedence of those things. Let me sort it out——"

    "The next target of Kilmann when you left was still dealing with those bugs that only know to eat, and also the target of solving the large-scale action of the Heretic's speech. Just like when Magnus prepared to sacrifice a planet but was stopped."

    Malum moved the reclining chair over and knelt beside the Emperor, speaking in a low voice:

    "Your Majesty," at this time it is time to change the wording, "The battle against the bugs is proceeding according to plan, although not optimistic, but, not optimistic, it has already been a stable situation."

    "Chaos remains the greatest enemy, especially those enemies without affiliation. Intelligence shows that the original body of the Heretics has been missing for a long time, perhaps this time the action is to let their original body descend to the real world."

    "However, I feel more that it's like helping Loga escape some kind of bond, something is holding him back."

    Andar tugged at the piece of meat caught in his teeth, stammering:

    "So much information was said, that's why Kilmann has to fight with Loga who has turned into that ghostly appearance? Good heavens, don't you know how he looked after he fought with Fugrim last time?"

    "We need to speed up the progress and make that necklace, or I'm afraid Kilmann will fall into the same trap again. Pass my decree, strictly forbid the original body to jump out and fight!"

    At the same time, on the road ten miles away from the camp.

    The team of Crazy Vulture Ernst gradually appeared in sight. The man who sat in the carriage built on the skull of the rhinoceros, one hand supporting his chin, showing a ruthless attitude.

    "Sehemet, I really do have to sit inside a hollowed-out rhinoceros skull, and there's no support for my back here, it's incredibly uncomfortable."

    "Also, every time I kill someone, I have to smear their blood on my body. It's very disgusting to clean up afterwards."

    In his mind, the "Spirit" with faint lion hair but a lizard-like mouth rebuked:

    "Do as I command you, the world will fear the Crazy Vulture Ernst, not a sissy Ernst. Just follow my orders. Kill the marked cursed person tomorrow, and I will grant you the rewards you need."

    The imposter Beilini, pretending to be Sehemet, was lying on a heap of manifested grass paper.

    The plan of the Supreme Deceiver is truly puzzling, letting a sissy imitate the believer of that big dog only to kill a psychic member of the monkey race.

    And to set up the situation to lure the person in advance.

    Is it really necessary to be so concerned about it?

    He took a look at it, and there was nothing special about it. I think it's just a native chicken or clay dog.