Aaron was still seeing Marum for the first time using that weapon called "Grenade Gun".

    In his long-held beliefs, this thing was always meant for igniting fires. After all, the way Marum's physical muscles made a sound with a snap and generated sparks to ignite fires was quite astonishing.

    He always thought that the laser hole beside could be used for both igniting fire and sewing clothes.

    Little did he expect that it was the dark, unassuming hole in the middle, which now acted like a roaring dragon's flame, spewing forth tongues of fire wildly.

    The explosions that hit the steel-bones river horse were even more puzzling, as if the power of Zeus was being demonstrated.

    The giant beast of Wanghong, comparable to a mythical monster, retreated and could still hear the person above making a lot of noise with nonsense words that couldn't be understood.

    Aaron asked curiously, "What is this weapon? It seems to be an explosive crossbow."

    Anda changed into his clothes, holding both hands to his chest, looking fresh and crisp. He finally didn't have to cover his skirt.

    "This is the grenade gun, Astaroth VB. The ammunition inside is more inclined towards bombs, causing explosive damage."

    "Aaron, you don't need to worry about this thing. You won't live to see that future. In that sense, you're luckier than your younger brothers."

    Anda still doesn't speak human language, or perhaps his way of thinking is fundamentally not human.

    But at least he was willing to actively explain some issues for Aaron. In Aaron's eyes, this was probably due to the "kill for daddy" yesterday.

    He couldn't help but move a little closer to his father, hoping for some additional signs of affection from him.

    When a father's bottom line is too low, any anthropomorphic behavior from him will be considered a miracle.

    Then Anda scowled and threw the severed hand of the demon expulsion into Aaron's face:

    "Burn this thing; what are you playing with it for in your hand?"

    Alright, alright. Take a deep breath, I'm used to it.

    Aaron, holding the severed hand of Esther, sat directly on the stand and watched the fight in the arena.

    Under the attack of the grenade gun with infinite firepower, even a top-tier unit like the steel-bone river horse, when placed on the table, was unable to resist and was suppressed in a corner by the heavy fire.

    The blood and flesh covering the skeletons had not yet been fully wrapped, and they were blown off.

    With Marum approaching like a deity, the sounds of steel moving on the ground were like thunderous booms from above.

    These are the guardians of the celestial palace, those who call themselves the angels of their father.

    They are in a never-ending war with demons.

    According to Marum's own explanation, he was just an ordinary extreme warrior. There were more than two hundred and fifty thousand other ordinary extreme warriors like him.

    They don't even have the qualifications to guard the father's palace, as stronger existences are stationed to guard the father's throne.

    Therefore, Marum once asked Aaron not to use the name "celestial palace guardian" to refer to him.

    Otherwise, when the Imperial Guard contacted the Great Sage Kaoer, they received this information, and their attitude towards the Astartes would not be good.

    Well, it wasn't good beforehand either.

    In the face of fire suppression that reduced the enemy's attack range but could not cause fatal damage, the chainsaw sword proved its worth.

    Marum had firmly positioned himself in front of the steel-bone river horse and without hesitation, he began to swear without mercy:

    "You filthy creature! How dare you offend our master!"

    "Didn't you look in the mirror when you crawled out of your dirty toilet? You're so ugly."

    "Dog scum, I'll chop you up with my own hands!"

    The chainsaw sword swung with a resounding roar as the steel-bone river horse's cries of pain stretched on endlessly, as if it was being savagely slaughtered.

    The demon's voice was painful and screamed, the painless blessings they had researched could only benefit ordinary people and had no significance for themselves!

    Anda frowned, here it comes again. Those strange scenes in his mind erupted, and even the scene in front of him became pixelated and blurry.

    Aaron was even more stunned, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, stuttering:

    "Father, father, when did Marum say these dirty words? I know he's a chatty, I thought he was like Kiriman, serious and orderly."

    Anda covered his forehead and sighed:

    "If you knew that every dirty word Marum has ever said gets repeated in my head, you'd understand how much I suffer."

    And even more so than the prayers of billions of humans in the future.

    "But that's a future thing, and I am still myself, no matter what bird-like shape the future takes."

    Anda collapsed onto the ground, waved his hand, and the fruit wine floated over.

    "It's like watching a duel in ancient Roman nobility," he drank some of the old beer and his expression changed, "Too sour, give it to you."

    Casually stuffed into Aaron's chest.

    Aaron's face was dark, and he was in a gloomy mood:

    "You were Jupiter in Rome, and the wine from the desert to the east of Cilicia should have tasted," he said.

    Neither of them cared how brutally the demons were beaten at this moment, and they concentrated on discussing which wine had a better taste.

    Anda firmly believed that the fruit wine was the purest, and what was beer anyway?

    Erda also likes fruit wine.

    Erda also mentioned an old friend named Orpheus, who is Aaron's uncle, likes beer. It has been hundreds of years since they have seen each other, and Aaron may never see him in his lifetime.

    By the time Marum, who was busy dismembering the demon, was almost slicing it into flat pieces, AndDA finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

    "Stop, Marum. It will be difficult to clean the power armor when you get it wet. Now that the rift in the Astral Space is too small, you can't bring it back."

    "Bring it over to me. It's time for questioning."

    Marum instantly switched back to his normal state, one hand gripping the neck of this meaty sphere, dragging it along the ground with a trail of intestines, exploded lung alveoli, and other such things.

    "My lord," he kneeled on one knee, one hand holding the hilt of the chainsaw sword, "The son of Kiriman, not failing the mission."

    Aaron narrowed his eyes, made a "huh" sound, and slipped behind his father, for he had never seen such a thrilling scene before.

    Such warriors like Marum must have experienced many battles like this.

    Anda nodded and stepped on a spherical skull in front of him:

    "Let me think, your name is—"

    His eyes opened wide again, and a burst of golden light filled them.

    "Aha, found it. Baliani. That's one of the advantages of the Inquisition and Grey Knights; they record the names of demons they have investigated, and don't store them in those Imperial archives so that I can search for years and still not find what I need. You should have died during some Grey Knight purge. A lifetime of mediocrity."

    "That feathered shit sent you here, erased your memories personally, just to amuse me, and incidentally catalyze human warfare."

    Baliani tried to open his mouth, and the Emperor allowed it to repair its throat to speak:

    "You… Who the hell are you?"

    Baliani struggled to pull out a dagger to stab at the Emperor, but he couldn't even penetrate the Emperor's skin.

    "I'm not a god now, so what business do you have with the knife that can kill gods? Moreover, you're holding a fake one. The real one must have been lost long ago. That feathered bird is also quite ridiculous, just for this kind of joy?"

    Anda stepped on Baliani's brain and crushed it, extracting all the memories.

    "It's quite boring; the future me will only give me the information I need, everything else is chaotic. The mind of this dead lizard also doesn't contain any future memories."

    He stood up and said, "However, we have also found our next target."

    Aaron also stood up, curious and asked:

    "Father, you said you were a god yesterday, and now you're saying you're not. So flexible?"

    "Where do we go next! Is it still the capital of Egypt?"

    Anda was busy picking his feet, some dirt had got stuck under his nail from the hard stamping earlier:

    "That's right, we go to kill the pharaoh these priests mouth, to kill Horus."