Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“We will surely be able to obtain Lord Patrick’s permission. He is currently suffering from slander. If we can capture those uncivilized opponents in Pum, it will surely alleviate Lord Patrick’s predicament and further support the temple.”

Erda smiled, realizing that everything had been planned out in advance.

“In that case, let’s set off tonight. I also want to see how those prostitutes utter blasphemous words while serving their customers.”

Verma's expression was slightly strange, and she gently tried to stop her:

"Sir, are we going to take action tonight? There are still some things we haven't explained clearly."

Erda had already gotten up and was ready to leave:

"Otherwise, we can talk about it on the way."

Verma felt embarrassed and followed closely behind Erda:

"My lord, the number of prostitutes is actually very small. We have always had discipline and rarely utter blasphemous words. The brothels in Athens do not exploit sexual resources."

Erda asked in confusion, "Then why did you bring this up? Is there anything else that can attract men?"

Velma froze, biting her lip, and finally made up her mind:

“Indeed, sir, there are now far more male prostitutes in the pom of Athens! Their foul language and blasphemous acts are far more serious. Some even claim to be the god Apollo to curry favor with their customers!”

Erda's eyes showed a completely uninteresting expression. "Tch, is that so? I thought you guys were persecuting small animals."

However, she still had to feign anger on the surface:

"How dare you! This is no ordinary act of blasphemy; we must strike hard!"

“By the way,” she paused, then pressed on, “besides Apollo, what else do those men who sell themselves call themselves in Pum? Zeus?”

(Tzeentch's Little Lesson: The root of the word "porn" comes from this; it originally meant to sell, i.e., "porn".)

Velma was terrified and quickly covered her mouth, exclaiming:

"Zeus! This...this is absolutely not true. No mortal would dare to claim to be Zeus in such a setting!"

"My lord, is there really such a case of blasphemy in Macedonia?!"

Erda waved her hand, then walked forward, casually saying:

"No, Macedonia isn't as open as Athens. Alright, let's go. The timing is perfect."

A fast horse will go to the governor's mansion to request help, and an entire city-state guard will assist Erda, along with a map.

"This is so formal. I thought it was going to be a coup. If Athens took blasphemy this seriously, these things probably wouldn't have happened."

Erda mocked these actions, looking at Athens on the map, with a small city-state called Detu on its edge. "Let's start with this one. It's so close to Athens, yet you haven't annexed it by force. Sigh, there's a reason why Athens has been bullied by everyone for so many years."

The elderly mother has started to get back to her normal work, while the elderly father is holding his son's arm, giving him one last pep talk.

“Aaron, don’t worry too much about saving face. I’ve lost face countless times in those stories your mother made up.”

Aaron swallowed hard, looking at the bright lights and the sounds of men laughing and joking in front of him, unable to make up his mind.

He asked, "Father, Marum is a man, so bringing him in wouldn't attract any attention."

Anda became angry: "Then you just watch!"

He called over Marum, who was guarding them from a distance. The two had only gone a few steps inside when several people crowded around them, their hands reaching out to Marum and Anda.

Anda's charm needs no further explanation, and Marum's muscles are absolutely top-notch!

Poor Marum could almost feel the invasive desire of being watched by the Chaos Demon, his eyelids twitching.

Those filthy arms drew closer and closer, almost touching their bodies.

No! The Ultra Warrior's buttocks have been desecrated, and they've been desecrated along with His Majesty!

Aaron gasped, and before Marum could revert to his original form and draw his chainsaw sword, he called them back:

"Father, never mind, let me do it!"

Chapter 143 Erda: I had a son back then! (6K)

Aaron wasn't really mentally prepared for his first time entering a brothel.

After all, you can hardly see any men inside. I heard that the people of Deddu, in order to completely conform to the philosophical ideas of Athens, have regarded men as the best objects of courtship.

Regardless of whether they genuinely approve of this kind of love, Athens has taken the lead in doing so, and it would be unreasonable for them, as its followers, not to show their support.

After all, many philosophical ideas suggest that you won't know you can't do something if you don't try.

As a result, it remains to be seen how many of the wealthy gentlemen living here have already declared that they have finally found their true love.

But Aaron was only concerned with the fruit platter inside; it was a variety he'd never seen before.

With many strange older men's eyes fixed on his father, Aaron felt that his role as a protector for his father wasn't as effective as he thought.

Aaron asked longingly, "Father, I've never seen that kind of fruit before. Can I have some?"

Anda frowned, searching around for the strange, eerie directions, and casually remarked:

"No, don't stay too far away from me. Right now, it's just because everyone has their own partner and you look like a woman, so they won't rudely swarm you."

“If you leave, all those people will swarm over and try to woo me. I’ve been through this too many times, and I really don’t want to go through it again.”

Aaron muttered, "Well, I thought I'd have to endure a lot of torment after I came in, but it turns out nobody cares about me at all, which makes it much better."

The two sat down at a stone table and chairs. Aaron slightly obscured the view from the curtains beside him and began to observe his surroundings.

He couldn't find any trace of the demonic aura, and even thought that instead of coming here to look for clues, he should just get some sleep under that organ display wall and maybe dream about something.

"Father, don't they get tired of saying such sweet nothings to each other?"

Aaron's gaze fell on the nearest table and chairs, where two people were gazing at each other with deep affection. Their eyes were like a dollop of cream being stirred with honey. Although they looked delicious on their own, when they were mixed together and became sticky, they lost all their beauty and made people feel physically uncomfortable.

Anda looked around and said:

"Oh dear, you'll get used to it after you see it more often. It's all Poseidon's fault. I even invited the best teacher in the entire universe to teach you these things, but alas, now you're just a clueless silly boy."

"Let me tell you, when you start saying those sweet words that you would never normally say to coax someone, that in itself is an attitude. As long as the other person doesn't explicitly dislike you, they will start to look at you from a new perspective because of the emotions you express. Even if they only have the slightest thought of spending the rest of their life with you, that is progress in the relationship."

Aaron gave an "oh," dismissing it as insignificant, and then used a metaphor:

"Was it the same with your mother back then?"

Anda's increasingly daring actions of sticking his head out to observe led some people to wonder if this handsome man was finally going to abandon his partner and join them!

As a result, the actions of the people around him became increasingly varied, and sometimes both sides would boldly and passionately respond to Anda's gaze.

Anda suppressed his contempt, secretly furious. Why hadn't the time come for Sodom to send down heavenly fire yet?

He had no prejudice against love itself, but he disliked the feeling of both the attacker and defender simultaneously flirting with him.

He also had to answer his foolish son's questions to prevent Aaron from having any misunderstandings about himself and Erda:

"No, didn't your Uncle Poseidon say that I was tricked back then? Strictly speaking, it was Erda who pursued me. How old was she back then, and how old was I? Sigh, never mind, a lesson learned from the past. Men still need to grow up quickly, otherwise they can't outmaneuver those dangerous women."

"Just remember this for yourself."

Anda searched around and finally found the location that contained a strange aura.

"Hey, I found it. Let me see what's going on."

After settling into their seats, Anda obediently returned to his seat and let his good son peel the fruit and feed him.

He closed his eyes, concealing the golden light in his pupils, and followed those auras:

Disease, principles, love—

What is all this?! It sounds like all three of them are here except for Khorne.

However, there's nothing that can be done about it; the beliefs in primitive gods are often a jumbled mess.

Anda could only try her best to piece together these emotional stories.

He began to search for the evolution of these energies over different times and found the source of the organ inflammation.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was an internal lesion, not caused by playing too wildly, nor by contracting any immune system disease.

That's good. Anda was worried that many immune system disorders might be caused by Poseidon, but fortunately, he has now been ruled out.

Since Poseidon awakened, he has had no further contact with humans and has now been sent to enjoy his retirement 30,000 years in the future by a series of unfortunate events.

Then there's no need to worry. In another one or two thousand years, as civilization develops and more humans awaken to strange quirks, those symptoms will appear.

The blame cannot be shifted onto the immortals.

Anda then began searching for clues about organ inflammation, probably because in the previous few years, most of the mistresses of wealthy men had suffered from organ inflammation.

It wasn't a big deal to begin with. Any priest at any temple could see the problem, and by temporarily stopping this lifestyle and moving to a new environment, things would gradually get better.

Even if you have to make a living, it won't kill you. You'll just feel unwell from time to time, but it's not as important as inflammation of your intestinal organs.

It would be better to think about how to maintain the body parts below the intestines.

Then, Tzeentch appeared and sat down in a chair with Nurgle.

A young genius couldn't bear to see his lover suffer so much, so he bought slaves and dissected them based on his lover's description of his pain.

Then he attacked his companion's lover at night, not as a minotaur, but by breaking into his home, murdering him, and performing an autopsy.

That's it. You'll have to buy slaves and deal with them yourself. After killing them, you'll at most have to pay a fine.

However, killing a companion's lover is definitely a murder charge.

Before being tortured, this little genius left notes, pointing out the differences in characteristics between damaged and normal organs.

According to Terra's medical concepts around 2000 AD, this was what is known as organ inflammation.

This act of exploring the principles of disease because of love brings pleasure to the three gods.

In any case, they have basically no influence during this period except for [the end and death], so they're just idling around anyway.

As for why Khorne didn't pay attention to this, it's probably because this little genius only sold slaves and ambushed and killed people at night.

It does not conform to the concept of fear of having a second child.

Logically, the matter should have ended there, since the main part of the party would take place 40,000 years later.

But Tzeentch happened to need to change into women's clothing, so he casually cast a small spell on the little genius's notebook and sent it to the hands of the original owner of the room that Adachi and the others were renting, the rich man's nephew.

Then things spiraled out of control. Unlike his prodigy predecessor, the rich man's nephew, who hadn't yet been corrupted by chaos in his early research and was very efficient, ended up harming others.

But my nephew actually stabbed his lover.