Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

She looked at Anda and Apollo, her tone turning icy:

"At least if all twenty-odd sons gang up on you, they can still beat you into pig heads."

Apollo, in a final desperate struggle, gritted his teeth:

"Erda, look carefully! That's a genetic creation, a monster created by mixing your and Neos's genes! It wasn't born of nature, but a monster that desecrated the birth of heaven and earth! You'll never know what was stuffed into the bodies of these so-called sons of yours!"

Erda looked down at Angron, who was obediently saying, "Mom, don't worry. If I were a monster, I would leave on my own and not affect the family."

Damn it, how could such an obedient child be a monster!

Erda's face turned ashen: "Aaron, please bow your head."

After Aaron instinctively lowered his head, Erda spat out a spear from her mouth, piercing Apollo and pinning him to the wall.

"Angron, go inside. You're too young to see these things."

Erda put Angron back on the ground and made him obediently return to the house.

He stood up and picked up the bread knife from the table.

“Apollo, I admit I made up quite a few stories about you. But during the years I worked at your temple, I also helped you deal with a lot of troubles.”

"Now it's time for you to pay your debts."

Apollo was pinned to the wall, unable to move.

His psychic powers were unable to dismantle the spear formed from Anda's power, and he looked at Anda with a horrified expression:

"Nyos, save me! Among us, only your strength can fight her!"

But Anda turned his head away and didn't say a word.

After the older woman in the house has vented her temper, she will become gentle and tender towards her husband.

For my happiness, my good brother, let's make a sacrifice.

Apollo was filled with despair and extreme regret for having insisted on venturing into that minefield.

He had no choice but to turn his attention to the last hope, the salvation, which was where Aaron was.

"Aaron, save me! Please, don't let this terrible thing happen to me. I'm not a psychopath like Poseidon. I've taught you so much!"

Aaron simply went to his mother's side and whispered;

“Mother, a symbolic punishment is fine. It’s not appropriate for me, a junior, to interfere in your internal grievances, but Uncle did teach me some knowledge, so this can be considered as atonement.”

Erda smiled gently, one arm around Aaron's shoulder, the other holding a knife, and began randomly stabbing Apollo:

"Okay, I'll listen to my son. I won't cut him into many pieces; I'll just let him suffer for a while. Back then, I killed many of them trying to steal you, so this is just dealing with the few who escaped."

The mother and son enjoyed their rare moment of reunion amidst Apollo's agonizing screams.

Erda even invited, "Aaron, why don't you give it a try?"

Fortunately, Aaron shook his head and refused, indicating that the punishment given to Apollo was enough and that they should prepare lunch.

So all that remained on the scene was Apollo, pinned to the wall by a spear, his eyes rolled back and his expression blank.

They were only thinking about resolving the Athens issue as quickly as possible and then fleeing.

My past experiences have proven that only by staying away from this couple can I find a peaceful life.

It seems even Aaron can't get close now; this whole family are weirdos.

Once he contacts the other immortals, he must also reveal Aaron's danger.

I can't let my companions still think of me as Aaron's good nephew, someone I haven't seen in a long time, and want to see what he looks like now that he's grown up.

The beautiful day ended with a feast prepared by Aaron and Marum.

Apollo spent some time resurrecting, then returned to his aloof and dignified demeanor, believing he owed the family nothing more, and sat proudly in his place.

Just kidding, I'm still going to freeload off this meal.

The family was enjoying a happy time together, and Anda had Marum sit next to him, separating him from Apollo.

So that Apollo might secretly spit into his bowl when they weren't looking.

"So, now that your family problems are resolved, can we talk about how to save Athens?"

Apollo ate with elegance, asking questions as he did so, in a manner distinct from the primitive eating style of the Andanas.

(Athens: You finally remembered me?)

Aaron then realized, oh right, there are still two guests in the basement.

“Mother, the intelligence we have gathered so far is that a cult called the Wisdom of the Skull is preparing an evil ritual to skin the people of high status and perform a fake show, influencing the people near Athens to fall into war.”

"Therefore, we plan to use theatrical performances the day before the Games to add a layer of protection for people."

He quickly explained the plan: all that was needed was to give everyone a boost before the sports meet.

Erda was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this:

“I thought you were going to kill them all. Aaron, having compassion is a good thing, but it can also hurt yourself.”

Chapter 204 Angron the Patricide (32K)

Apollo remained silent, only offering a cold laugh.

Haha, your son isn't exactly a compassionate person.

He doesn't even blink when he kills chickens or fish.

If he treats his enemies like livestock, then you may encounter the most ruthless demon king in history.

Apollo, not without malice, then saw Anglon hopping over, carrying a bottle of fruit wine.

To entertain Erda, Anda specially brought out the fruit wine they had brewed themselves.

It's highly likely that it was artificially ripened. How could this old man not drink all the fruit wine after it was made?

It’s simply a fantasy.

Good afternoon, Uncle!

Anglon placed the wine glass in front of Apollo and bowed deeply.

Apollo was so startled he almost jumped off his chair.

He couldn't help but think that the purpose of this threat was crystal clear.

That terrifying being was issuing him an ultimatum:

"Either drink this glass of wine, let's turn the page, and you'll still be my uncle."

"Either die!"

Looking at her with that innocent and pure smile, Erda also looked at her and said gently:

"The child is offering you a toast."

Apollo, his face filled with grief and indignation, picked up the wine cup that seemed to be laced with poison and downed it in one gulp.

Angron climbed onto Apollo's chair and kissed him on the cheek.

He found that doing so helped adults maintain a positive impression of themselves.

Now, Apollo could no longer show any disgust towards Anglon.

On one hand, they were being coerced by this terrifying family.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel a little touched. Such a well-behaved child—

The immortals never have children.

Apollo took a deep breath and decided to make peace for now. As long as Angron's human skin could still restrain that essential existence, he would treat him as his good nephew.

He should actually be more concerned about whether Neos's human skin can hold that thing inside.

But perhaps it should be the other way around. What if the thing inside Neos becomes more human-like than the human skin on the outside? Should we then turn it over?

And so, the joyous banquet continued.

When Erda kicked

Anda and Apollo went to clear the plates and wash the pots and pans before the meal was finished.

What chores do these two old folks make their son and grandson do at home?

Erda also specifically sensed Marum's so-called gene seed and found a clear genetic message.

It really does have a part of itself.

It was Marum's mention of the so-called Lady Astartes that made Erda somewhat wary.

“Aaron, Angron, my sons, I am now returning to my ranks and instructing them to prepare for battle.”

"Aaron, you are not immortal. When danger arises, let your father go first, understand?"

Erda said goodbye to her son, and then called Marum over:

"I thank you again, Marum Kaido, son of Guilliman. Your care for our family is worthy of my respect."

“I have noticed your slowness in understanding psychic powers. In case of any unforeseen circumstances, I will bless you.”

Erda reached out and touched Marum's forehead, and the latter knelt down on one knee.

"I bless you, son of Guilliman, that three times the curses against you will fail to take effect."

Marum said respectfully, "Greetings to you, Madam."

Aaron hugged Angron and said excitedly;

"Mother, please let us try this blessing too."

Erda shook her head. "You don't need them, Aaron. You should know your own extraordinary abilities. As for Angron—"

Her face was kind as she stroked Anglon's hair:

“He’s still young, and all the disputes are none of his business. Although your father is unreliable, he can still protect him.”

Aaron was moved; it seemed that his mother's overall view of his father was still positive.

However, in our daily interactions, my father is really not a good person, and I need an environment that can tolerate him.