Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum finally caught up with Apollo from behind, and when he looked up, he was surprised to see that his master was being so proactive.

Seeing Aaron's puzzled expression, he suddenly had a very bad idea and said it aloud:

“Aaron, I think the master is working so hard so that he can get away from us, reach the flat areas as soon as possible, and then squeeze himself into the stroller.”

Aaron hugged Angron tightly, his face darkening. He had indeed been overthinking things.

Judging from the old man's actions just now, he's capable of doing something like that.

At the top of the stairs was a small square where many people gathered to pray and seek divine guidance.

After the old father lost face, they went up to him pretending not to know him.

Holy crap, something's not right. Why didn't he go to the square after climbing the steps? Why is he waiting for them instead?

Marum is overthinking it!

Aaron looked up and saw that his father had stopped at the top of the stairs, waiting for them.

But what happened next drove Aaron crazy.

Anda actually propped the stroller up on the slippery slope on the side of the steps, then grinned maliciously as he announced his victory:

"Aaron, Anglon, my son!"

"Since neither of you are adults, all the property in this house belongs to me!"

"Hahaha--"

The elderly father removed the stroller's canopy with his bare hands, finally managing to kneel down and squeeze his body inside.

The stroller's frame wouldn't collapse just because an adult was suddenly squeezed in, after all, it was handcrafted by Marum and Aaron.

But it still made a cracking sound as if it were under tremendous pressure.

"Next, I will show you what it means to be a trapeze artist! There were just too few amusement facilities in the pre-Christian era, so I had to come up with my own solutions."

Anda's clamor made Aaron want to cover his face, because a group of people behind Anda had already been drawn over to watch this strange man's actions.

They even cheered, urging him to hurry up and ride that strange device and crash into it!

People always love to watch a spectacle.

Anda didn't turn around, but hearing the cheers and encouragement from the people behind him, he actually stood up and, like a proud athlete entering the stadium, showed off his perfect back muscles.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—fly! Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Angron sat up in Aaron's arms, clapping his hands. He could feel the emotions stirring in the square not far away, and even learned his first word because of it: fly.

"Let's stand further away. I don't know that shameless guy up there."

Aaron covered Angron's eyes and silently led Marum away.

Finally, Anda, on the steps, exerted her strength and was carried by the stroller all the way down the steps.

"Marum, catch me!"

He confidently issued the order, then charged over a gentle slope and soared high into the air.

When he opened his closed eyes, he was horrified to find that Marum was busy giving Apollo first aid, who had fainted at some point, and hadn't heard what he was saying at all.

"Don't panic, you won't die, you won't die—"

Anda began to chant silently to calm himself, then, face down, rushed across the temple entrance, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Chapter 187 The Adachi Family: Wherever They Go, Collapses Follow (32K)

Is the destruction of the world the destruction of an individual's social attributes, or the destruction of the entire world materially?

Mébion, the poor playwright whose brain had been invaded by two "gods" with psychic powers and given completely different orders, was now trying to kill someone.

It wasn't that he received Khonne's blessing, but rather that he had come to Athena's temple today specifically to ask the temple's servants to make a doll for him.

Then place these puppets in front of you, assign attributes to each character, and then break their necks.

Because Mébion's creative output had reached another creative bottleneck.

In addition, after Slaanesh took Poseidon away, before the true god of art could utter his first cry, his brain was also toyed with by two perverts.

As a result, he can no longer even write normal scripts with a somewhat outdated style.

Yes, Zeus reprimanded him and forbade him from writing unofficial histories.

After Apollo blessed him, he urged him to quickly fabricate more unofficial histories.

Then the wills of the two gods clashed, so much so that Mebion had to seek the help of a third god, Athena.

As he helplessly crushed the clay figurine to vent his pain, he suddenly heard strange shouts coming from the steps of the square in front of the temple where he was.

His brain has almost completely recorded that sound, making it unforgettable for eternity.

That was the voice of Zeus!

Did Zeus learn of Apollo's blessing upon him and decide to come and destroy him?

Or is it because even though Athena is a woman, she should be the goddess who inherits Zeus's power in mythology, so he is still not at ease and wants to come and kill her?

No matter how you look at it, their god-king doesn't seem to be human at all!

Fortunately, when Mebion cautiously looked over, he discovered that Zeus had his back to them, and the sunlight shone on his perfect back muscles.

The God-King stood atop a carriage that looked extremely small, at least the size of Cupid, or at most Hermes, and let out an excited roar.

He seems quite happy, so there's not much of a problem. He's not here to cause trouble for me, nor is he here to raze Athena's temple to the ground.

Although there were always those in Athens who insisted on demolishing the existing temple and building a larger temple for Athens' patron god, the idea was repeatedly raised at the council of archons.

It seems that once they raise this issue in a meeting, they can ignore the other actual problems.

You're overthinking it. This topic isn't really suitable for artistic scriptwriting. People don't like political intrigue; they prefer melodramatic ethical dramas.

Mebion hurriedly slapped his forehead, stood up, and was about to go to Zeus to beg for the release from the curse.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Zeus driving his tiny chariot down the steps, letting out a hearty laugh in the sky.

"Zeus!"

He hurriedly shouted, and the onlookers also began to exclaim the name of the God-King.

The others did not know that this man was Zeus; they simply prayed that the man who had committed this dangerous act would survive.

Judging from the angle of the stairs and the speed of the fall, at least several bones must have been broken.

If you land face down, your neck might be broken.

People, eager to see what would happen, crowded to the steps, only to find the poor man still facing away from them, truly face down.

Look, there's still a long trail of blood on the ground.

People's feelings of pity didn't last long before they suddenly turned into fear.

Because the person who should have been dead started convulsing.

Starting from the spine on the back, who could imagine that the human spine is actually like a living snake or even a dragon!

It slammed into the ground, causing the body to bounce up from the ground.

The fractured and dislocated limbs on both sides naturally healed during this twitching, supporting the body.

"Haa!"

The man finally stood up completely and let out a triumphant shout.

"It seems like I went a little overboard, but every time I feel reborn, it's irresistible."

Anda's body floated up, turned around, and was completely enveloped in golden light:

"Athens, you shall be forgotten!"

Rumbling--

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground, golden snakes raged, and electric currents connected the bodies of everyone present, erasing the dark history of the God-King flying up and causing him to fall to his death.

There's just one person who can't be completely deleted; that person has already been deleted once and has developed resistance.

"Athens, you should act on your own!"

Anda continued to issue orders, instructing the onlookers to return to their original tasks.

As soon as it fell from the sky, its majestic and lofty appearance could not be maintained and it had already become ridiculous.

Because after being resurrected, the blood on his face hadn't been wiped clean, and it had turned into many lines, as if something had stuck its opening onto Adachi's face.

The moment Anda took off, he quietly moved a little further away to avoid being mistaken for Aaron and his group who were with Anda. He hid outside the gate and watched his old father come back to life.

At this point, Apollo recovered from his intellectual impairment. His brain had not been used for a long time; he had spent his time eating and sleeping on Crete.

Combined with the previous stimulation, it did take quite a while to recover.

Marum was freed from the constraints of caring for Apollo and delivered the towel.

This was originally intended for Angron, because Aaron thought children drooled easily, but now it seems Angron won't need it.

When Marum was helping Anda to bathe and was about to wipe the master's face, Anda stopped him:

"I'll deal with my own blood. You'd better stay out of this mess."

He then asked seriously, "Marum, what were you doing when I said 'Catch me'?"

Marum, never one to lie, replied frankly, "Sir, I didn't hear you."

Anda's expression turned furious; his nostrils flared, spewing out fiery psionic flames.

“I admit that Ms. Astartes was the main person in charge of designing Astartes, but I was fully aware of all the surgical procedures and reinforcement directions.”

"Could it be that after ten thousand years, your technology has regressed, and you can't hear me shouting from this close distance?!"

Marum carefully recalled what had just happened, then looked at Anda with a resolute expression:

“Sir, I really didn’t hear it.”

Now, hot steam began to billow from Anda's nostrils and ears, clearly indicating that the moisture inside his body was being scalded.

After Apollo stretched out his body and regained his senses, he teased:

"Maybe something is blocking your voice. Why don't you go back to the same height and make a fool of yourself, then we won't hear what you're saying."