Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He could see clearly that no matter how beautiful, powerful, or wealthy those ladies were, or how much they flattered him, his father never wavered.

They were simply calmly firing clay slabs.

He had no choice but to admit, "Okay, they came looking for me. By the way, where did you get this information?"

The children spoke without restraint, and shouted loudly;

"It was your father who said that. He said those women couldn't be a little more rational, and he was very worried that you would be violated."

Upon hearing this, Aaron flew into a rage, clenched his fists, and shoved the child who was shouting even louder to the ground.

"Enough! Shut your mouths and get back now!"

He felt that bullying little kids was wrong, but just now, he had this impulse that went against his morals.

If it were your own younger brother, wouldn't it be much easier to discipline him?

Aaron thought to himself, and became sullen as he walked toward the river.

Father, I now know another reason why Mother left you.

You liar, you liar.

And so, Aaron, with a long face, went to the upper reaches of the river outside the city.

People throw their garbage into the river, making the water upstream cleaner.

After climbing down a slope, you'll reach the alluvial plain leading to the riverbank, which is already quite muddy.

Aaron stopped and hid in the bushes.

The once-empty riverbank now features several tents supported by wooden poles and made of leather and canvas, set on the relatively dry ground.

Around the tent were some wooden barricades and chevaux-de-frise. Three soldiers wearing leather armor, carrying short swords but not spears, and wearing bronze helmets decorated with horsehair, were drawing water from the river to catch fish.

Judging from the size of the entire camp, there should be more than a hundred soldiers in total.

They were Romans!

Aaron took a deep breath to calm himself down. What were the Romans doing here?

He did know that a Roman envoy had arrived in Thebes that day, seeking to establish communication between Rome and Egypt to the south through Thebes.

But why did they bring soldiers?

They are still hiding outside the city.

Thebes has not had any soldiers stationed there for a long time, and apart from the lord's mansion, there is almost no military defense force in the city.

These hundred-plus people are fully armed and enough to turn the entire city upside down.

Aaron hesitated, preparing to turn back and tell his father that soldiers were occupying the area outside the city and that they should not eat fish that night.

You could buy some meat, or chop up the old donkey at home and replace it with a younger, stronger mule.

I remember watching my father grind grain, and he rubbed his back several times.

As Aaron was thinking this, he was about to turn around when he suddenly smelled a stench that hit him.

The stench permeated the air, like a rotting giant hand about to choke you.

This is not simply a foul odor, but a living, wriggling scent that invades your lungs with a sticky, moist feel.

And then there's that cloying, rotten sweetness, which makes you almost feel like your body needs these smells, even amidst the stench.

After those odors entered the lungs, they transformed into mold, maggots, and all sorts of disgusting things.

These filthy things began to come alive, mixed with the fermenting smell of festering wounds and rotting fruit.

Then it climbs up the nasal nasal tube to the ear canal where tears and nasal mucus connect.

Finally, Aaron seemed to see those green spores that shouldn't have been there floating out of the air.

Yes, these spores have no carrier at all; it's as if they switched in from another dimension.

It's like going from water into air, rather than having a physical form in reality.

Gradually, Aaron felt unable to breathe; all the breath that sustained his life was taken away by the stench that filled his lungs.

Ultimately, the green mist, which should have represented vibrant life, obscured his vision.

I could also faintly hear the joyful and innocent voices of many children, shouting happily as if they had found some friends.

In that instant, it felt as if countless little elves were descending from the kingdom of God to greet me.

He could even see those chubby little hands reaching out in cheers.

The voice itself might be innocent and cute, but mixed with this stench, it was impossible for Aaron, whose brain was still functioning at the moment, to think that its true appearance was any more beautiful.

The next moment, a thunderous voice exploded in Aaron's mind, filled with boundless rage. Even the real Zeus couldn't have been this powerful.

The voice shouted angrily:

"You filth, haven't you learned your lesson last time?"

But Aaron knew that the sound came from a body on the verge of collapse, because he could hear the tearing of muscle fibers that those sounds represented, or even the sound produced by the collision of bones without any muscles.

"Sooner or later I will make you suffer all the torments of life, death, sickness and afflictions of this world! After you have shed the cycle of life and death!"

Bang!

A violent burst of golden lightning roared, like the sons of Typhon roaring in anger, and the heavens and earth trembled.

Finally, the stench that had taken over Aaron's body disappeared.

They retreated in panic, like a defeated general.

Whoop, whoop, whoop——

Aaron broke free, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Who saved me just now?

Is he really Zeus, the father of the gods?

He didn't have time to think it through before he suddenly looked up.

Because the danger has not disappeared.

The Roman soldiers were not as fortunate. Their once healthy bodies, beneath their leather armor, were now riddled with holes, transformed into demons from an endless hell, staggering about.

Disgusting flies swarmed all over him, and maggots crawled out of the wounds on his body.

them--

They spotted themselves, then raised their rusty swords and rushed towards them.

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Chapter 3 The Emperor's First Son

It's over. The godlike power in my mind only prevented me from transforming into this filthy, ugly, rotting corpse.

Now that these zombies are rushing towards him, Aaron can only flee.

He even felt that the power displayed by these monsters' rotting bodies was greater than when they were alive.

After all, there is no pain after death. When you swing your arms and turn your thigh muscles to run, you don't have to worry about the constraints of your flesh and blood body.

Good heavens, could it be that there's been an internal conflict in the realm of gods?

Otherwise, why would Hades, the god of the underworld, bestow his power upon the earth?

Yes, the bards were right after all; Hades abducted the daughter of Saturn, whom Zeus had his eye on.

Damn it, what time is it? Why am I still thinking about these weird things?

He had to run, faster than the lions in the arena, and get home.

Carrying his frail father on his back, he headed north to seek refuge with his mother.

My mother’s homeland, Macedonia, remains a powerful northern kingdom to this day, and its soldiers are more formidable than those of modern-day Rome.

Defeating these posthumously deceased Roman soldiers should be a piece of cake.

Aaron ran, but tripped and fell to the ground.

He had traveled this road countless times, yet now he had stumbled.

He immediately got up, picked up the stone that had tripped him, and threw it behind him.

A stone smashed the head of a soldier who wasn't wearing a helmet into a pulpy mess, the water spilling out and scattering across the ground.

At the banquet of Dionysus, the delicious fruits were piled up in metal cups, and then the most beautiful women would stomp on them with their feet to extract their juice.

Um, they invited me over before, saying that if I could get my father to participate, they would introduce me to the most beautiful girl in Thebes.

Sure enough, everyone only loves their own father.

Perhaps the city lord and his wife would like the three of them to come together.

No, Aaron, don't let your mind wander.

Gotta run!

They're running for their lives!

He took off running again, stopping to pick up any suitable stones he saw and throwing them behind him.

Unfortunately, many soldiers wore helmets, and even after they died, these helmets continued to serve their duty of protecting their owners.

Finally, stumbling and falling, the gates of Thebes were almost in sight.

But if I run over there, won't I lead these monsters over with me?

Aaron began to hesitate; he had only thought about running away with his father.

But if we do that, a lot of people will die, including those little brats who were just spreading bad news about themselves.

Let's take a detour and lure the corpses elsewhere. I'm strong enough to confuse them.

Aaron sighed helplessly, succumbing to his inner thoughts.

“Father, if I’m gone, please take care of yourself. You old man who only knows how to make mushy porridge and burnt roasted meat, apologize to Mom.”

He spoke in a low voice, his expression becoming calmer.