Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Apollo is watching this performance, mortals, cheer!"

He had to make up for himself in front of ordinary people. In public, Erda wouldn't do anything to him; in fact, she would treat him with utmost respect!

Such miracles naturally attract attention, and many people have already knelt down to pray for revelation from the sun god.

It is well known that the oracles at the Temple of Apollo are the most accurate, and the priests there will reveal your destiny.

(The real sun god Helios: "Shall I leave?")

Apollo, enjoying the wonderful cheers, opened his arms and asked Ilda to make him tea!

"My priest, my servant, pour me tea."

Erda remained motionless, legs crossed, rubbing grayish-white lightning in her hands:

"What did you just say? I remember you were supposed to play a snake demon today."

Leorena, kneeling on the ground and covering his eyes, hurriedly groped his way out of the VIP room. What had he just heard? Apollo was a theatrical actor?

Do I have to play a monster?

Moreover, how dare the priests of God be so disrespectful to Apollo!

Zeus above, please unravel my doubts and let me know what has happened today!

"Stop howling, Leoredo. When I was a kid, I liked Hercules quite a bit, even though he was poisoned by a woman in the end, which was a bit ugly."

As Erda opened her mouth to speak, she casually snapped her fingers, which startled Apollo, who was just about to regain his face, so much that he almost fell off his chair and hurriedly fled.

"I have to go prepare for the performance. Goodbye, Hera!"

Apollo knew that tonight was Aaron's long-awaited stage performance, and as a principal actor, he wouldn't be harmed by Erda.

Considering Erda's identity as his priestess, he finally dared to muster the courage to retaliate.

After all, he would be running away after the performance, and he might never have another chance to take back the stage from Erda.

As for Apollo's initial purpose in coming to Athens to contact Athena and warn her to be careful of the eccentric old woman, he had already forgotten about it.

Erda smiled helplessly, about to dispel Leorena's little tricks.

Then she heard her husband, Anda, angrily climb up from behind and kick her.

"What kind of class do you have, sitting with my woman?"

Leorena screamed as he was kicked away, but Erda, mindful of international appearances, used her psychic powers to restrain his body, preventing the king from being humiliated in public.

“My dear husband, you have come here to quell a possible war. If the King of Sparta loses face here, I suspect you will be the culprits who start the war.”

Ignoring everything, Anda sat down next to Erda, only to be pushed away by her.

“Take off that blue wig, or I’ll feel like Poseidon is next to me.”

Adachi laughed heartily, removed her wig, and showed off her newly trimmed short hair:

"How was it? My son cut my hair."

Erda no longer resisted Anda's embrace and sighed:

"He didn't shove the scissors in your eyes, what a good boy. By the way, what exactly was the point at which Aaron died that you saw?"

“I can train a mortal organization to help Aaron in places where we can’t intervene.”

Anda, calculating the time until her performance, suddenly felt her thoughts scattered and didn't know how to explain. Suddenly, she shoved Erda away, covering her eyes like Leorena who had been howling on the ground earlier.

"Get out of here! Today is not the day for me to work overtime for you!"

As a human, Anda was powerless to resist the Black King's presence. Despite his repeated attempts to dissuade him, he watched helplessly as half of the Black King possessed him. Before the Black King, whose emotional intelligence was practically zero, could speak, he hurriedly explained:

"Erda, remember this: the person I'm talking about later is the future me who became a bastard, and has nothing to do with the person I am now!"

Only after the Holy Cut did the Dark Lord speak:

“Sinner, I should really kill you.”

Erda: ?

No, are you sure you've been possessed by your future self?

Why do I feel like you're deliberately pretending to be like this just to yell at me?

Alright, alright, you two are both relying on Aaron's theatrical dreams, thinking I won't do anything to you today, so you're taking this opportunity to mock me, right?

Before Erda could reveal her evil nature, the Black King finally spoke:

“My beloved Aaron, humanity needs him. We don’t need to add anything unnecessary. We just need to patiently wait for fate to bring us to that moment.”

"I assure you, he died a worthy death."

Anda's other half of her face was numb. No, what kind of shock did you go through to be able to say such things in such a matter-of-fact tone?

And to say he "died in the right place"?

It sounds like my son has committed some serious crime.

Erda's first reaction was to gather a storm of psychic energy, worried that her husband might be possessed.

"Wait, let me describe it another way: Aaron's death was sacred, great, and saved humanity."

Black King hurriedly changed his wording, but Anda was still confused. It sounded like I was completely treating my son as a tool.

"People will remember him for tens of thousands of years."

Black King continued to add.

Erda had already unleashed her psionic storm:

"Get out of my husband's body, you filth and filth!"

Upon hearing this, Adachi was deeply moved. His wife was someone who would fight for him!

However, the Black King merely shifted his body slightly, and Erda's psionic storm slammed into the other half of Anda's face, which was under Anda's control.

"You wretched woman, you're trying to kill your husband!"

Anda howled, his lips torn into other shapes, controlled by the Black King:

"This is what Aaron wanted, my beloved. Even tens of thousands of years later, I will still love you, my family."

Black King, mimicking the human nature most likely to persuade Erda, caught Erda as she rushed towards him.

Adachi was furious; half of her hair had turned gold, though the gold wasn't particularly dazzling because she had just gotten a haircut that day.

"Get lost! Are you even human? Stop being all lovey-dovey! This is my woman! Take your hands off me!"

Black King was puzzled. Erda could be soothed by such words, so why was Anda, the so-called past self, unhappy?

Whatever, as long as I'm happy.

He said softly, “There’s no need to worry about Aaron’s fate. I promise you, the beautiful world he dreams of will come true. Let us work together.”

The Black King has once again tied himself to a human anchor: his partner.

It's like He's learning to be a human being again. What's the point of keeping those tormented fragments of humanity? He can just reshape himself into a complete person.

At this moment, it felt as if countless Minotaurs were roaring in Anda's heart.

The Black King then released his grip and calmly said to himself;

“I can sense your awkwardness. We are one person, don’t worry about it. We have the same son, and he even called me father before.”

Anda could hardly describe his feelings at that moment. He wondered if it was feasible to start advancing his technology now, build a spaceship, and take advantage of the relatively stable subspace of the Milky Way to quickly escape to other star systems with his wife and son.

Why bother with this mess? He cut off the possibility of the Black King's birth from the very beginning of destiny!

The Black King pondered, "I will make you the King of Darkness for a period of time, and allow you to use our power."

Anda made the decision: "You should have said so earlier. Why are we still distinguishing between yours and mine? Hurry up, I'm going to the Warp to beat up Slaanesh."

Black King: Plans are in place. Now my power can also be used by my overflowing humanity.

The loss of divine power, its lofty and supreme nature, and its decomposition into a plaything for Anda to satisfy his personal pleasure, is the greatest desecration of the authority of Chaos.

After finally managing to gloss over Aaron's death, the Black King left.

This is a crucial juncture concerning Aaron's fate, and we absolutely cannot allow Anda to slip up and say something wrong.

As the Black King departed, he turned back for one last look at Aaron.

Only Erda remained, still immersed in the joyful laughter of "We are one family".

Anda was very annoyed. After the performance today, he had to ask Marum if Ottarama had any copies of "The Art of Speaking".

Chapter 211 Holy crap, how could the Athenians be so wicked? (32K)

The performance finally began, and Anda and Apollo no longer had a chance to sneak out and play.

Their attempt to blackmail Irda by using Aaron's play as leverage failed, and they were left dejected, each binding the souls of Sibey and Redo into their bodies.

Apollo was also interested in observing how his body would behave when it was controlled by other souls.

Anda had fallen into a deep sleep; the recent exertion had taken a toll on his health.

As long as my body can move, that's fine.

It is an honor for that mere spirit race to control the body of the human lord!

Siabi was very careful, not daring to overstep her bounds in the slightest.

If you put other bean sprouts in, they might already be engaged in an aerial battle by now.

Boom——!

A loud clap of thunder rolled by, a thunderclap from a clear sky, announcing the start of the performance.

People below the stage push vehicles fixed on tracks, with corresponding architectural props of the Acropolis of Athens appearing on the stage.

This beautiful city was named Athens because of Athena's victory.

The goddess stood in the sky, sending down doves carrying olive branches, dispelling the gloom and bringing light.

Apollo controlled his psychic powers, methodically cooperating with the development of the script and the power of the Redo within him.

He felt that promoting the development of human drama was quite beneficial, and that he could become a stage lighting technician in the future.

"Neo, Neo?"