Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Unfortunately, his lover was directly favored by Slaanesh, and the process of their dissection was more like a pleasurable experience, until finally his lover's organs were displayed one by one.

It is evident that this lover ultimately achieved transcendence amidst extreme suffering.

Meanwhile, the young nephew is kidnapped by Tzeentch just as he reaches the climax of his emotional journey.

Sigh, it used to be really difficult to corrupt a mortal; it required the Four Gods to personally intervene.

Tens of thousands of years later, if a mere mortal were to casually encounter a scene in the subspace and feel the emotions stirred within it, they would eagerly become a servant of Chaos.

Well, or most likely it's a Chaos Egg.

Adachi understood the truth of the matter and breathed a sigh of relief. It was alright; it wasn't some large-scale chaotic pollution.

For example, the next day when the sun rises, the people of Dehu and even Athens will each carry a knife and display the organs of their loved ones on the walls of their front doors, showing them to each other.

"Oh dear, sir, your lungs are a bit burnt."

"Wow, look at what you're saying! Your intestines are quite elastic too!"

"Shall we go to the market today? I heard they sell new accessories, the most tender and precious things."

"Let's go together!"

Anda shook his head abruptly; this scene was still too stimulating for people from before Christ.

“Alright, I’ve found the problem, Aaron. Remember the people I’m pointing to. Tomorrow, after the Ostrich Assembly, you and Marum will keep a close eye on these people.”

Aaron was somewhat excited, finally finding a place to use his skills in intelligence gathering, and quickly said, "Yes, I've remembered it all!"

Anda nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. Now that they're getting into the swing of things, let's hurry up and bring over the fruit platters from their seats. I see several that we don't have on our plates."

Aaron nodded emphatically and said, "Understood! I've been wanting to go and taste it for a while now!"

Just as Aaron was about to leave, Anda hurriedly reminded him, "If there's any liquid on it that's clearly not water, then don't take it. Make sure it's clean!"

As soon as Aaron got up, he heard a commotion outside, along with shouts from the guards.

He could even hear the neighing of warhorses and the crisp clanging of metal weapons and armor as they moved.

There were no proper guards in Detu, so it could only mean that the Athenian city guards came directly to Detu.

Aaron couldn't help but wonder, "Father, at least this place is legal in the local area, isn't it?"

Anda, with his eyes closed, waited to be fed and said blankly:

"Although people sometimes shout some outrageous things when they're emotional, I don't think that's why the Athenian army came. They're probably here to see the higher-ups in Deutscht. They're probably having fun here tonight, it's none of our business. Just focus on finding the fruit."

"Oh." Aaron got up helplessly and began searching for fruits he had never seen before, clean ones that no one had used for anything else.

Aaron glanced at the guards who were being led in by temple servants as they entered through the various gates.

Apollo's servant?

Aaron was most familiar with these garments because his mother was a priestess of the Temple of the Sun in Macedonia.

Many temple uniforms were designed by mothers who disliked the previous designs and personally improved them.

Wait, this is near Athens. If the design of the Macedonian Temple of Apollo is found here, that means—

Aaron froze on the spot, muttering, "Mother?"

Before he could react, the guards had already bypassed him and headed straight for the local gentry.

They came with a clear goal in mind; as for those who actually came to Pumbaa to have fun or find women, they decided to ignore that for now.

Anda escaped unharmed because Aaron had just stepped out of the edge of the table and chair curtain he was in.

"What are you trying to do! I'm from Dedu—"

"I'm going to complain to Athens! I'm going to complain to Lord Patrick! I'm going to complain to the Council of Elders! This is a legally operating establishment!"

"Um, gentlemen of the Temple of the Sun God, I contribute money and livestock to Lord Apollo every year. I'm a good person!"

The panicked and terrified cries continued unabated. Regardless of their thoughts, the guards were simply carrying out their duty and tied them all up.

Hearing the commotion outside, Anda opened her eyes in frustration:

"Aaron, forget it, come back. Draw the curtains. We'll leave once things outside are settled. Sigh, looks like we won't be able to collect the eggs tomorrow. All these people are going to be wiped out."

Aaron obediently pulled the curtain closed, and exclaimed in delight:

“Father, I just saw the temple servants of Macedonia, and the clothes they were wearing were designed by Mother! If they have reached the vicinity of Athens, it means that Mother may have arrived as well!”

Anda stared wide-eyed in surprise and uncertainty, then, after a moment, reassured herself:

"Come on, maybe it's just the design style of the clothes that came from here. You don't know, your mother is actually very lazy, and she spends all day making up bizarre stories about us in her head."

Anda continued talking to himself, lying back in his chair with his legs crossed, and said firmly:

"She wouldn't bother coming to a brothel to arrest someone herself. What do the political changes in Athens have to do with Macedonia?"

Aaron sat to one side, still somewhat expectant, and said:

"But perhaps we can ask these people for the truth. Even if Mother can't be here, maybe she's in Athens?"

"That way we can see Mother in Athens tomorrow, and it's not too far anyway."

Adachi turned around, facing the back of the chair, and covered her face:

"Whatever, but you'd better not say anything right now. My heart's been pounding a little, I'm not feeling quite at ease. Damn it, why is that?"

"Keep quiet for now, Aaron."

Aaron nodded obediently and fell silent.

The surrounding sheer curtains couldn't completely conceal everything; people outside could still see a man resting and a young woman with hair.

Therefore, we avoided this area.

In the entire Pum, only four seats were not caught red-handed.

The other thirty-odd seats are all pitiful, with problems related to intestinal health.

Erda frowned and did not enter the building. Her servants sprayed perfume around her, protecting their high priest.

Damn it, the story of Zeus and the little boy has been made up so many times that in Greek cultural circles, this love story has actually become a trend.

Love is love, and it's fine as long as neither of them goes out to bother others.

How could things have come to such a state of filth and chaos!

It's truly heartbreaking!

Next time you travel to other places, be careful and avoid spreading such ideas.

Erda made up her mind to focus on creating mythological stories about Zeus and animals, or Zeus transforming into animals.

"Bring these people back to the largest theater in Dedu, and let us see for ourselves how blasphemous their actions are happening on this land that should be bathed in sunlight!"

Erda gazed at the arrested wealthy gentlemen and loudly proclaimed his words.

Some people disagreed and argued, claiming that Detu had not yet formally joined Athens and that everything was in accordance with the law!

At the right time, someone presented up records of a recent case in Dedu where lovers murdered each other and displayed their organs.

Erda's brow furrowed even more; this was definitely the corruption of chaos!

She even considered rejecting the idea of ​​Governor Patrick, suggesting that he simply make these people suffer to avoid the governor's secretary being exiled.

Instead, they should all be sent to the gallows!

"This is the Temple of the Sun, a judgment upon you by the will of the great Apollo and Zeus, the father of the gods!"

Erda dismissed these concerns, saying, "I almost laugh when you talk about law with religious people."

These sinners were forced to leave, and Verma, standing beside them, respectfully said:

"Sir, since we're already here, why not take the rest of the people inside with us? That way, we can release them as innocent during the trial, and prevent rumors from spreading that this is an operation specifically targeting Dedu."

Erda thought for a moment and laughed:

“That’s right. We can’t keep messing up Athens’ political landscape. If we arrest some and release others, no one else will be able to find fault with us.”

"Go and do it. Find the rest of them."

After Erda finished speaking, a maid had already prepared a reclining chair and helped Erda lie down to rest.

This is already considered working overtime late into the night, and their priestess's body cannot endure such torment.

Meanwhile, inside Pum, Anda suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his fists.

Something was wrong, very wrong. That terrifying thought had even seeped into the deepest part of his mind, a horrifying omen comparable to the end and death.

Slaanesh and Tzeentch had already tormented him before, could it be that this time it was Nerghana who poisoned him?

However, he did not feel any pain in his body, and even if there were subspace elements inside, they would not pose a threat to Aaron.

Only a biological disease could have caused Aaron's death.

But that's usually a long process, and you have plenty of time to handle it yourself.

Besides, that green fat guy has been busy helping me to mentally prepare Xiao Mo lately, so he can't find the time at all.

Sigh, thinking about it this way, Nagu is quite pitiful. He's been pondering Mo's psychological problems for a long time but still doesn't know what to do.

Now Hulk also needs to find a way to cure Mordred's mental illness, lest the Primarch He has been saving up for so long be completely sidelined after being destroyed in one wave.

When the four gods meet in the future, the others will have their Primarchies on the table, but Mordred's Primarchy will be a complete failure, missing every shot and getting critically hit every time.

How can this be played?

Anda couldn't help but overthink things. After ruling out the most likely bastards, who else could have given him such a terrible omen?

Anyway, he never thought it had anything to do with Khorne. That Khorne was brainless, so it had nothing to do with him.

Anda took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't just sit and wait to die, and immediately released his psychic perception.

He used to be reluctant to use psionic powers in these areas, though he could tolerate the obscene images.

The problem is that people's minds always play around a little more. Those ways of playing that people themselves are not even aware of but are actually feasible, when they are displayed in Adachi's psychic perception, completely become a living model video.

Aaron noticed his father's tense change and prepared to fight back, picking up a stool from the ground to use as a weapon.

Although there's still the Marum outside as a safety net, it's best not to let Athens have another legend of blue-armored celestial guards.

He worried that Marum might accidentally go on a killing spree and kill everyone present in order to save face for his father.

"Father, what kind of enemy is this?!"