Marlum got up and tentatively asked:

    "Master, should we save the life of this poor mortal?"

    Anda merely waved his hand, flicked his nose as if he had snot, and said:

    "There's no need for that. This man is so full of evil that even a breaking wheel sentence would not be too much."

    Marlum curiously asked: "Master, have you investigated his soul?"

    Anda laughed: "Unless my own son makes a huge mistake, I will not touch the soul of a guilty person. That would be even more repulsive. It reminds me of my uncle."

    "It's just that the method of making this war machine has been transmitted through memories from a distant future. Damn it, I'd like to beat up my future self for a beating. He can't even make sense of the words."

    He turned the topic around and explained:

    "It's what you call the Demon Engine. But because the current barrier between the subspace and reality is solid, many materials are real ones, while the core rituals show its true nature of subspace. I have already seen several demons waiting to consume this person's soul, indicating that his sin is deep."

    Marlum was not used to the demeanor of the emperor turning into a fortune-teller's tone, which was too different from what they had been taught.

    It's fine that the extreme warrior accepts the state religion, as long as he has maintained the empire.

    But strangely, the emperor himself seems to be playing a deity simulator at this moment, randomly spouting out words that would sound like outright rebellion if heard in the state religion.

    Marlum didn't know that the emperor's most absurd moments were still far from coming.

    As the criminal's limbs were amputated and speared on the carapace of the chariot, his corrupt soul instantly rose into the air, being torn and snatched by demons.

    Anda stared in the direction, his golden eyes shining with divine light. It was not to save this sinful soul, but to erase it and use the demon technology to construct this chariot.

    Ah, what a damned thing! This should be the power of the God Emperor. Or perhaps, Ommiasai.

    After finishing, Anda smiled and said, "I need to make myself sick so that he can't single-handedly make me sick. By the way, we have an institution dedicated to studying heretics and abnormalities. Have they caused any trouble?"

    Marlum couldn't understand what the emperor was doing now, but he could only answer step by step:

    "At least in the database of the Extreme Warriors, there are no other issues besides the handling of Titus and the conflict with the Space Wolves."

    "I have heard that there is a secret research on demons within the empire, and they are even trying to explore Your Majesty's power as a living saint. I acknowledge their faithfulness, but I despise their behavior."

    Anda nodded:

    "Good, I see. I have always believed only in myself. Now, I've been envious of the demon technology for a long time. Such a fine thing, yet it's in the hands of these lunatics."

    "Wait a minute, Vastor, that's actually the true name of a demon, interesting."

    Marlum privately thought that something was wrong, resisted the urge to pull out his chainsaw sword and shout: "Why are you treason, Your Majesty!"

    I feel like the emperor is playing with something very dangerous.

    The Vastor in the demon domain did not feel that another force was changing his technique, as twisted by a malicious alien would say, it's like someone else took your child, the door card is yours or yours.

    Who let Vastor expose his true name at the beginning, equivalent to leaving their address for the past emperor, and actively welcoming this past thief to the future to steal those precious technology.

    This thief is truly despicable!

    The twisted one tightly grasped the small blue bird in his hand, not sure how many he had killed yet. But at the same time, He was excited. These completely careless actions that He didn't know would cause such a big mess felt like being dug out of the wall by Temptation.

    Recently, He had been conducting some experiments in the pool of water. There were some minor problems, and numerous isomers were constantly multiplying, but they were not enough to grow into the fragment of a great demon.

    He had to be held by the twisted one, with those who could answer their own questions living, and those who couldn't being crushed and thrown back.

    "Hey, you two, how dare you slack off! Quickly go and move the components in the back. If you delay the time, I'll sacrifice you to Horus!"

    From a nearby platform, Anrivin turned his body and was about to be satisfied with the completion of the carapace's prow, when he saw two lazy workers and could not help but scold them.

    For some reason, the deity that had brought him his skills was demanding that he use the name "Horus" in all his actions, as if addressing him with this name was what made him powerful.

    It seems that the Pharaoh is truly the god Horus walking among men, alive and well!

    Under Anrivin's diligent work, even the high-ranking priests who were second only to the Pharaoh treated him with respect and kindness.

    Anda calmed down Marlum who was about to go berserk, accompanying him down to work and smiling along.

    "I'm very suspicious of the demon named Vastor's intelligence. Now, it's not just the demon true name, but even the demon's embodiment in human form, that has been discovered by us."

    "How did he choose his servants?"

    Anda complained about the opponent's idiocy, and it wouldn't be the twisted one taking action.

    At least the twisted one still knows to be cautious and insure that Varni's demon has no future memories, and almost crushed his own son.

    If that knife is the real deal, it might just cause him pain for several centuries.

    The two arrived at the edge of the forge, carrying distributed tools, and began striking these metal castings.

    Marlum reminded: "This is a gift to be sent to Chagatai."

    Only then did Anda focus his attention, applying the appropriate force, otherwise he would just be going through the motions.

    He was not a diligent person, oh well, what excuse do I need to entrust all things to Kiriman?

    With the completion and assembly of numerous metal castings, the components that needed demonic rituals to melt were replaced by Anda.

    Vastor's craft is entirely for self-sourcing. Put it bluntly, this demon is basically showing off the mechanical wife he made to others.

    He didn't even realize that his home had been stolen, that the mechanical wife he made was being touched all over by the disgusting little Asiatic brown-skinned savage, leaving all kinds of imprints.

    There's no other way, this vehicle will have to follow his surname after it is created.

    As the chariot of Ra fell completely to the horizon below, the craftsmen were also released.

    Come back to work every day, local craftsmen with accommodation can save money for a meal.

    The Pharaoh has no intention of hiding what he is building, and plans to unveil it on the day of the god of wine's festival to boost people's spirits.

    Then the army moved out, taking up positions at the gates of Thebes!

    For thousands of years, this has been a strategic location, with countless battles fought here, large and small.

    How could this place, a land that has been fought over for thousands of years, become Egypt's graveyard just because of the interference of these little Roman savages?

    After returning, Anda quickly took a shower. Marlum brought him a bucket to wash off the dirt.

    "Hah, that's comfortable. We need to speed up and get this vehicle done quickly. From now on, it won't be called the Demon Engine; it'll be called the Neos Engine. In Greek, that means a new era, so calling it Emperor Engine sounds a bit strange."

    Then Anda finished washing himself and personally drenched Marlum with the bucket.

    Even when bathing the slightly older Aaron, he did it this way, which was both quick and convenient.

    Feeling profoundly touched, Marlum, as if blessed by divine grace, immediately knelt down to pray.

    In the religious rituals of ancient Ther-ya, this seems to be called a "baptism"?

    Then, should he call the emperor the father of the church?

    Wait, Marlum's brain started to calculate. Since Father Kiriman hasn't been born yet, that would mean I call you Dad, and you call me Older Brother!

    Unmitigated blasphemy!

    Marlum clenched his eyes shut, extinguishing those vile thoughts!

    Having been with the emperor's family for so long, Marlum had become too anthropomorphic.