Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron greeted him, but his face showed no sign of surprise.

He was unaware that countless divine eyes were watching the absurd scene that had just unfolded.

More than 40,000 years later.

Tzeentch's Labyrinth.

Jianqi remained silent, simply enduring the beating.

The Black King remained silent, but increased his intensity.

Khorne, on the other hand, shouted excitedly and let out the most joyful laughter, pounding on the armrests of his brass throne as he watched Tzeentch suffer his defeat.

Perhaps it was also because someone he had his eye on had emerged. Besides the blacksmith who had already been corrupted by him, who else had just killed eight people?

Who is it? It's so hard to guess.

Chapter 174 Keep making up these fabricated stories about Zeus! Apollo's Blessing (3K)

Aaron has no desire to continue his intelligence work today. His sense of responsibility will at most allow him to continue working during Athens, but he will resign as soon as the Olympics begin.

It might take some more time and effort.

As for why he didn't just resign, it's mainly because Hayes paid him a month's salary all at once, and he spent it all.

Sigh, it's so hard to earn money to support my family.

Fortunately, most of the furs and tools I bought with my first batch of wages are still here, so I can use them as gifts for my father later.

I can also make gloves for many of my younger brothers.

Clothes are out of the question, the younger brothers are too big, only Ryan is a possibility.

There's just one thin knife missing; I'll have to find a chance to make one later.

"Marum, are we sure we shouldn't destroy the evidence and instead let the people of Athens discover this tragedy?"

"Although that library is usually deserted, the scene inside might still be frightening."

Aaron was still somewhat worried about Marum's decision, to which the latter stated:

"In the present era, while people do not need to be overly wary of chaos and pollution, they should still avoid evil thoughts from the heart. Even those religions that initially preached truth, goodness, and beauty can manifest as terrible evil because of fanatics."

"Therefore, the people of Athens need to be awakened. They will understand when they examine the site that this is a war between believers. If the cost of a conflict of faith is so great, they may be more restrained in their words and actions."

Aaron simply shrugged and said:

"I think that in the future, people will be so angry over their beliefs that they'll want to beat the other person's brains out. So we need someone to manage things and unify the beliefs, or we need to abolish them completely."

Marum was somewhat embarrassed, not expecting Aaron's idea to be so extreme, and for a moment he didn't know how to explain it.

Why does this good child think about these things all the time?

Marum could only offer a somewhat incoherent explanation:

“Aaron, you should understand that we are still in the middle to late stages of primitive polytheism. Theoretically, they still belong to the same religion. These things are hard to explain, and humans should not be so extreme.”

"I believe there will be a solution."

Aaron smiled, and the two arrived at the riverbank:

"There will always be one. If not, let me think of a way, haha."

He jumped into the river and washed himself clean.

Although his father's behavior of throwing himself into the river to bathe when he was a child was very unreasonable, Aaron has actually become somewhat accustomed to jumping into the river to bathe.

He was unaware of what would happen after they left the library.

The unfortunate playwright Mébion, whose memory had just been disturbed by Anda, was rubbing his eyes hard to confirm whether what he had just seen was real.

He was bald, with some blood-red streaks on his face and pale skin.

The library he left was littered with corpses, most of whose heads had been crushed—something no human could have accomplished!

Ah, his brain, he must have lost some important material.

Zeus punished himself by preventing him from creating the drama he had envisioned.

But what he saw was such a horrifying scene!

"my eyes!"

"I can't see anything!"

"Apollo! Please forgive my blasphemy against artistic creation!"

Mépion shed what he thought were tears of blood, but they were actually normal tears; it was just that his optic nerves had not yet recovered from the ordeal the previous night.

(Anda: Don't describe it as if I poked your eye socket. That's what Slaanesh did to Poseidon. You artists just like to make wild connections, don't you?)

He doesn't want to become a blind Homer!

Although Homer's epics have indeed been passed down through the ages and are the dream of countless playwrights.

"Silence, Mebion, the Father of the Gods is watching us; this is a test for you."

A gentle voice, like warm sunshine, shone beside him, comforting the grieving Mébion.

"Apollo, great Apollo, has it been you who descended!"

Mépian was overjoyed; in the sunlight, his eyes seemed to no longer hurt.

Apollo, a young man with blond hair covered by a veil, had a somber expression but an incredibly warm voice:

“We both know Zeus’s jealousy. But if you please him, you can be forgiven. Mepion, you need to find those sinners who have slept with animals and ask them how they feel.”

"To contemplate and experience the great Father of Gods and create stories."

"The key to achieving redemption is to remember to include Hera's role at the end. After some conflict, the couple reconciles, symbolizing the stability of marriages worldwide. But this 'conflict' can be emphasized by depicting Zeus's guilt and Hera's rage."

Apollo meticulously explained to Mebion how to create the story of atonement, emphasizing that offending Zeus was not a terrible thing.

All you need to do is create more stories about Zeus, add Hera in the end, and write a happy ending where both sides compromise.

Hera won't care after reading this; she might even thank you.

By this time, the story had spread far and wide.

In this way, Zeus couldn't say anything.

"You could also create a story about a son persecuted by Zeus who begins to take revenge and eventually corners Zeus. That would also be in accordance with fate."

My child, go and create! May Apollo bless you!

The man used his warm spiritual energy to restore Mebion's body, though he could not recover the memories that Zeus had erased.

However, he provided playwrights with ideas that had already been proven in the past!

Neos, I've come for my revenge!

Back then, my father and I couldn't beat you two crazy people, but now I'm going to take my revenge in my own way!

But before that, we need to figure out exactly what's going on with all that filth in Athens.

He hid on Crete for three years, while the great battle at the Aegean port attracted Apollo's attention.

They rushed over, only to find no trace of Poseidon.

Could it be that Poseidon has already sacrificed himself?

Apollo was deeply saddened. He knew that even immortals, after being torn apart by those terrible warp dimensions, would find it difficult to return to their own time, and might even be banished to eternal death.

In the process of repeated resurrection, the consciousness and ego formed in the brain completely disappear. Whether the one who finally awakens in that body is still the Poseidon they know is no longer something they can find out.

Neos, you must pay the price for your recklessness.

Pay the price for your optimistic and foolish belief that a supreme and benevolent being exists in the warp!

So he rushed to Dedu, simply because the immortals had too much time on their hands and were feeling lazy.

When Apollo arrived in Dedus, he still missed it, but he heard about the miracles performed by Zeus and Hera there.

Have they made up?

Lock it up immediately, so it doesn't harm other people!

Apollo remained angry, but he had become accustomed to dealing with things in a lazy and sluggish manner, and by the time he leisurely arrived in Athens, it was already now.

Sensing the strange psionic fluctuations, they rushed over immediately.

Based on Mébion's description and observations of the tragedy at the scene, it appears that a bald man killed everyone there.

Apollo saw the sign of Athena's followers, which is a bit of a problem.

That bald guy was too brutal; he was incredibly efficient at killing people, without any hesitation whatsoever.

who can that be?

Aaron?

Apollo shook his head. At least Ilda wouldn't let her son grow up to be a serial killer.

If Neos raised him, then it's even more impossible. That lazybones is already being merciful by heaven and earth if he didn't raise his son to be a lazy pig.

Apollo realized the urgency of the situation and decided to contact Athena.

She left behind a keepsake in Athens that can be triggered by psychic powers.

In fact, all the other immortals kept such secret devices from each other, but they kept it a secret from Neos and Erda.

We absolutely cannot let those two find out!

Even after the world is destroyed, if the immortals can regenerate their bodies, they must resolutely sever ties with these two things!

Apollo's gaze hardened, and he walked toward his post.

Inside Hayes' tavern at this moment.

Aaron came in alone to hand over the intelligence. With so many people dead today, intelligence work can't be carried out anytime soon.

He slowly recounted the story of how the followers of the wisdom within the skull kidnapped a blacksmith and intended to skin him alive, but the blacksmith was killed, then resurrected and killed the followers of the wisdom within the skull.

That is indeed true, but the quantity was not mentioned.

After the story was told, Hayes was left with a look on his face that said the place was actually called Poseidon, not Athens.