Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Never mind, I'm so tired, I'm going to get some sleep."

Aaron looked ashen-faced, went inside, lay down, and fell asleep.

Marum also thoughtfully closed the doors and windows to prevent any passing perverts from entering.

He cut hay for the fifth son in the outer yard, shaping it into a form that was easy for him to eat.

These yellowish-brown materials are a specialty of Chocoholics, but I don't know what they're used for, and they don't look like they're edible.

But the fifth brother missed this stuff, and there was no harm in eating it.

Perhaps it was the sight of the fifth brother that triggered his memories, reminding him of the Chagatai he once rode.

A horse is only complete when it has a worthy rider.

By evening, Anda, covered in sweat and looking exhausted, walked home. Fortunately, his clothes were intact and he didn't smell of perfume.

Unless in an emergency, he rarely uses psychic powers to forcibly alter other people's perceptions.

Because that would allow him to see the unvarnished thoughts in the other person's mind about their behavior.

If it could be converted into a video format, it would be a children's show that Slaanesh could watch every Sunday morning.

The flavor isn't strong, but it's visually appealing and perfect for starting your day in a good mood.

Adachi leaned against the wall, clutching his back:

"Dealing with these people was exhausting; it took me ages to get rid of them—"

Marum, while tidying up the hay, casually remarked, "Done?"

Anda retorted angrily, "How could that be! I just made them all fall asleep from exhaustion."

Marum approached the fifth brother and took a deep breath:

"Sir, I think you don't need to say anything more."

Anda said disdainfully, "Look at your head, Astartes' head, I bet you're thinking something weird. Actually, I only agreed to massage them. I really wanted to give each of them a massage on the neck, but I thought about it and decided against it. Consider it a favor they did for me to dress up Aaron."

Marum began massaging the fifth child, grooming his fur, and casually asked:

"Sir, you could have escaped, but in the end you chose to suffer?"

Anda had already returned to the recliner, adjusting his physical condition, and sighed:

"In order to prevent Aaron from owing any favors, I, his old father, have no choice but to repay them."

"Maybe in the future, all of humanity owed him, but he paid it all back to me. Damn it, who said that? How did it even pop into my head?"

"Never mind, in the future I won't be a paranoid, I'll be a god—cough cough, a lunatic."

"Marum, wake Aaron up. We're about to leave. Tonight is a good time to gather information!"

Aaron heard the noise in the yard, came out to see what was happening, and saw his old father using psionic energy to dry his clothes.

"We're about to set off. Where should we go to gather intelligence?"

The old father pretended to tidy himself up as well: "Pungm, which means brothel. So I'm going to dress you up as a girl."

"There's a lot of male worship here. I don't know which idiot philosopher came up with this idea, but they think the relationship between men and women is just about reproduction, and they prefer homosexuality, which they believe is love. To protect you, I had no choice but to resort to this."

Anda had already used his psionic powers to tidy up his beard and hair, then walked over, grabbed Aaron's arm, and led him outside.

"We need to hurry, the people from Athens have already arrived tonight."

Chapter 142 Erda and Anda's Joint Choice (34k)

The Temple of Apollo outside Athens.

Although Athens is named after Athena, many Olympian gods had their own temples here.

After all, you can't have Athena researching how to emit light and heat during a solar eclipse.

Today, the Temple of Apollo in Athens welcomed a special guest: the high priest from the northern Kingdom of Macedon.

Long before news arrived from the Aegean ports that Zeus and Poseidon had joined forces to suppress the Titans, this priestess had already arrived in Athens with her followers to spread the oracle.

The Olympic Games will be held at the end of this year to commemorate Zeus's great victory.

As a result, news of what happened at the Aegean port this morning spread to the vicinity of Athens.

In the merchants' vivid descriptions, the golden lightning and the enormous whirlpools that stirred the sea created the towering giant born from the ocean, which then destroyed the Titans who had awakened from the seabed.

On that day, people throughout the Aegean ports witnessed a massive golden lightning bolt striking down from the sky, and heard Zeus's command to evacuate.

Only then did the priests of Athens believe that the divine gaze had likely moved from Athens to Macedonia.

So much so that the high priest of Macedonia had to inform them.

But they were priests of Apollo—alas, proper temples to Zeus are hard to find now; you can't find more than three in the entire Athenian cultural sphere.

Everyone prays to Zeus from time to time, but many specialized functions can only be handled by their respective gods.

Zeus is a god-king that ordinary people can easily recite and use, but who wouldn't specifically worship.

Apollo also held authority over sports and the arts, and the artisans who painted images of war and athletic competitions on pottery were also believers in the skills bestowed upon them by Apollo.

Erda was busy having people clean these pottery jars, hoping to find some valuable records inside.

The inscriptions on these pottery jars contain historical information, especially about war and sports.

For later generations, some of the events of the ancient Olympic Games were identified from the paintings on the surface of these pottery jars.

Occasionally there's a bit of unease, but that's beside the point.

As for why the paintings on the pottery jars are so abstract, they are all a bunch of black figures making strange movements.

The main reason is that Apollo himself was not good at painting; he originally taught primitive people to paint murals in caves.

The idea of ​​moving the painting to a pottery jar is somewhat conservative. Upon closer inspection, the visual angles and even the human figures depicted in these pottery jar paintings are identical to those in ancient cave murals, showing absolutely no desire to progress to a higher level.

So much so that the most beautiful paintings depicting the human landscape of ancient Greece were created nearly two thousand years later during the Renaissance.

"Apollo, I curse you to never understand the beauty of art in your lifetime."

Erda complained about the pottery jars that had been unearthed, but couldn't find the information she was looking for.

Unfortunately, among the immortals, only Apollo would use such methods to record crucial information.

Apollo was the first among them to realize the existence of demons, and thus he traveled the world searching for those naturally weak warp barriers to mark them.

However, after losing to Zeus in the last father-son match, he had to call Zeus "Dad," and after only a few decades, he quickly ran away.

The main reason was that Zeus was blindly optimistic at that time, and even thought that he could build a structure that could directly enter the warp.

It has absolutely nothing to do with calling Zeus "Daddy" or playing role-playing games.

So much so that Irda even made up a story for Apollo that he pursued the daughter of a river god but failed to win her over, and in the end, the river god's daughter turned into a tree.

Even with such a significant loss, Apollo hasn't intervened. It seems he'll wait until the next father-son showdown before seeking revenge against Zeus.

"Never mind, next time I'll go to the Temple of Apollo in Sparta and see if there's any crucial information."

Erda waved her hand in disappointment, signaling the temple servants to carry the pottery jars away again.

Now, besides the Titans guarded by Poseidon being destroyed, there is also a troublesome demon being watched over by Hades somewhere underground.

Those demons were composed of the prayers of many early conceptual gods who were not claimed by the immortals after the birth of human civilization.

Therefore, even if the barrier between the warp and reality remains relatively stable, these demons can still find ways to exist in the real world.

As civilization progresses, many ways of praying to deities will gradually become harmless, and people will no longer be killed for blood sacrifices at the drop of a hat.

However, those more primitive concepts of demons are prone to producing all sorts of messy and bloody scenes.

Many people who study religion regard this as a product of the early, ignorant stage of human civilization.

In some isolated and primitive regions, blood sacrifices have continued into the 21st century and still occur from time to time.

"On the bright side, perhaps all these risky places have been marked cleanly. Apollo has been searching for so many years without receiving any news, so most likely they haven't found anything."

Erda, becoming more optimistic, prepared to receive the local priests and instruct them on their work.

Soon, several respected local priests entered the hall and took their seats.

"Praise be to Zeus, praise be to Apollo. High Priest of Macedon, the filth has accumulated in Athens, and now the first oracle you brought has come to pass."

"Please guide us on our next steps. Athens has become a breeding ground for evil, and the followers of Athena are unaware of it, which is truly tragic."

The leading woman, Velma, began her performance, displaying three implements.

These represent jewelry for pum, which is the jewelry worn by brothels.

The scepter representing the residence of the city-state's regent, and the bull's horn representing temple sacrifices.

Verma indicated that Erda could choose any one of them to learn about the current problems facing the Temple of Apollo.

Erda frowned; she was reluctant to get involved in the mess of politics and other temple rituals, and went straight for the jewelry.

Blasphemy by prostitutes is already quite common, and it's not a capital offense. Just take them back, spread the word, and once the heat dies down, release them.

You should pick the softest persimmons.

Erda pointed to the jewelry and said:

“Apollo has shown me that this jewel represents the greatest evil.”

The local priests were overjoyed. It was all settled; the matter that the Athenian noblewomen had asked them to handle was now in the bag!

Velma was overjoyed and said in a trembling voice:

"Worship Apollo's guidance, these sinners who sell their bodies deserve to be punished!"

Erda waved her hand; she knew what these people were thinking.

How could noblewomen stand by and watch their men go out to visit prostitutes? Naturally, they would consult with the priests of the temple on how to stop this from happening.

In other words, there were relatively few male staff members at the temples in Athens; otherwise, the noblewomen could easily have encountered other minor problems.

This was also common in the East in the future, where noblewomen loved to go to temples.

"How did Athens handle these matters? The temple had only a few guards who were not soldiers and did not have the power to enforce the law. They needed to report to the local governor before they could take any action."

Erda said slowly, "and also consider the relationship between the local temple and the governor."

Velma bowed respectfully and said: