Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"He returned to his original form in this way."

Xiao Pei explained casually, "I do have time now to help you with some military affairs."

Midrod crouched on the ground, covering his head:

"Sir, I would like to ask for a leave of absence. I have actually been helping you with your work all along."

Xiao Pei wasn't embarrassed at all, and said gently:

"Then I'll give you half a day off. Remember to come to work tomorrow."

He patted Midrod on the shoulder with his large hand and added:

"Tomorrow, when the clock strikes sunrise on Terra, I want to see you in the command center."

In 600 BC, Ondino.

Aaron woke up from a nap to find his arms feeling cold. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had brought the gas cylinder with him.

This thing is one of the Empire's so-called safety regulations, designed to ensure that mortals still have a chance to obtain air supplies in the event of a force field failure.

Anyway, all the rules and regulations are clearly written down, and hopefully they will never be needed.

It would be nice to use it for a competition to see whose gas cylinder flies the farthest.

Aaron was unaware that his way of thinking was already resembling that of the old man in many ways.

"This shouldn't take away much of Father's hair; he can keep it for Angron to play with."

Aaron set up the gas cylinders and went out of the house.

It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Angron had already corrected his sleeping posture, so it didn't affect him at all.

Marum only opened his eyes for a moment before pretending to rest again.

Often, teenagers like Aaron need some space to be alone.

Aaron looked around, but it seemed that neither his father nor Uncle Hades had returned home.

They went to investigate the Chaos Contamination, and haven't returned yet. Could they have been contaminated by the Chaos?

Chapter 244 The First Priest

No, I have to go and see what's going on myself.

These two old men have terrible social skills; they probably saw the crowd from a distance but didn't have the courage to go up and ask what was going on.

Only by encountering a single person can one have a chance. But that would be more like two outsiders suddenly arriving in the village and blocking the way for all the neighbors.

Everyone go over and see what happened, just in case it's some kind of human trafficker.

Fortunately, when Aaron found the two old men in the seaside town, they were still alive and showed no signs of injury.

The two were standing outside a house's wooden fence, staring blankly at a corpse placed in the yard.

"Father, Uncle Hades, what are you looking at?"

Aaron cautiously leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

He worried that the two brothers might have suddenly become hungry while looking at someone's corpse.

Only then did Anda turn around, see his son, and breathe a sigh of relief:

"That scared me to death! I thought it was a zombie. That's good, though. We can ask the corpse who killed him."

Anda beckoned Aaron over, and the three of them sat down cross-legged and began to explain why they were out in the middle of the night instead of going home, staring at the corpse.

Anda spoke first: "Since we're here to find the source of the strangeness, we naturally need to ask the locals if there's been a recent increase in deaths, such as children dying young, young adults dying tragically, or the elderly falling seriously ill."

Aaron took a deep breath and whispered a warning to stop him:

"Stop! Father, shut up and let Uncle Hades describe it. If you really said these things in front of others, I think it's already a sign of mercy that they didn't beat you up."

Adachi tossed her hair, but unfortunately, short hair didn't have the flowing feel of long hair.

I felt something sting my hair just now, and a strand fell out.

He said confidently, "With my reputation standing here, as long as it doesn't involve fishing, who would have the heart to lay a hand on me?"

But Aaron had already chosen to block out his father's voice, turned to his good uncle Hades, and asked:

"Uncle, have you found the problem?"

Hades, with a composed expression, finally spoke:

“I think your father is right. If we want to solve the problem, we need to find out where the problem lies. Birth, aging, sickness and death are natural cycles. If a large-scale accident suddenly occurs, then that is naturally the problem.”

Aaron slapped his forehead; he shouldn't have had too much hope for Uncle Hades.

This uncle may be a kind-hearted person, but he is too honest. His thinking and logic are often led astray by his father, and he doesn't even realize that there is a problem.

They might think that asking, "Have a lot of family members died recently?" is genuinely seeking out the problem, rather than insulting someone.

Of course, the old father knew perfectly well that these words were ambiguous; he did it on purpose!

Aaron looked at the old man, who curled up a wicked smile. This guy, he's despicable!

Before his son could erupt in anger, Anda finally spoke calmly:

“We do have some cases. Recently, the frequency of deaths has been higher, and most of them are the breadwinners of their families, the fathers of their children.”

"People say that some evil spirit tricked the father's child into signing a contract and took the father's life."

Aaron sneered, "Oh, well, you're in luck then."

Anda chuckled casually and said:

"What does that have to do with me? You wouldn't be fooled by a demon. Children lack cognitive abilities and are easily tricked into signing costly contracts by demons. But no demon has ever been able to fool my son!"

Aaron sighed, "What about Angron? He's still a child at heart."

Anda didn't take it seriously: "So what? I'm so good to him, would he sell me off? Let alone make me disappear for a few days, if he wakes up during the day and can't find me, he'll cry and call for his dad."

Hades exclaimed, “Your father-son relationship is truly remarkable. If I don’t see anyone for days, no, for decades, how come no one remembers to worry about me?”

Anda straightened up slightly, making sure one of his ears was facing into the room, and continued speaking;

"I actually hope that demon comes out soon and makes a deal with my son. I want to see if it can kill me."

Aaron tugged at his father's sleeve, making him bend down:

"It's best not to take the risk. I have a plan."

Anda asked, "You actually want to interfere in these things? I thought you only knew how to cook at home."

Aaron scoffed, "Father, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm the biggest good-for-nothing in the family."

He took a deep breath and said seriously:

"At least the future Space Marines still think I'm a professional spy. Listen up, Father, Uncle, tomorrow we'll disguise ourselves as priests of Hades to help the locals with funeral rites. This place is still somewhat within the Athenian cultural sphere, so using Hades' name will still be of some use."

Upon hearing this, Anda said with concern:

“The locals are very poor, they have no money. So many people died all at once, and then someone suddenly appears to handle the funeral arrangements. Won't they think we did it?”

Aaron shook his head and said, "We don't charge money. Besides, we can only determine the cause of death by touching the body."

"What if you two are hiding outside someone's yard and they think you're perverts?"

Anda could only helplessly say:

"But there were no priests of Hades in Athens to preside over funerals; everyone was simply buried after death. Only some nobles would hold funerals."

Aaron looked at his good uncle and sighed:

“But isn’t Hades right here beside us? Uncle, try to pull off some miracle and say it’s an oracle. I’ve seen the funeral held in Loga’s hometown for his fallen comrades; we can just copy that.”

Hades didn't mind putting in more effort for this, as he rarely came out for fresh air anyway, and now he could move his body more.

Anda had no choice but to make the final decision to show that she was the one who ultimately made the decision:

"Then let's do it your way, go back to sleep!"

The next morning, after breakfast, Marum was left to take care of the household and continue repairing the house.

The three regrouped and re-entered the village.

Hades' miracle was simple: he directly imbued each corpse with a dark, psychic glow.

It is said that his psychic power is black because he may have been the first psychic, but at that time he had no knowledge of the world and therefore had no color.

Then came an ancient shamanic period, until the so-called mythological age, when the immortals drew on the experience of the psionic beings who had appeared throughout history and transformed themselves into gods.

When ordinary people witnessed this scene that far exceeded common sense, they naturally believed it to be the work of a divine miracle.

Hades was about to try to disguise his identity by pretending to be a ghost.

Anda was already familiar with the process, having previously deceived the locals by claiming they were priests of the underworld who, upon learning of the anomaly, received a divine decree to assist them in burying the corpse.

Aaron stood behind, observing and summarizing his father's behavioral patterns.

After his father had a fake identity, he was able to communicate with others without restraint.

Moreover, they barely showed up yesterday and didn't ask anyone in person, so they weren't recognized.

Sigh, I guess I'll leave these intelligence tasks to Marum from now on. Otherwise, when my father goes out, he'll either come back with fabricated intelligence or simply hide away and never come back.

This old man isn't old enough to walk anymore, yet there's already a risk of him getting lost.

After the initial charade ended, Anda gathered the local residents together as much as possible while he and Hades moved the bodies, leaving Aaron to reassure the crowd and ask for any information.

The two of them have witnessed too many life-and-death separations since the primitive era, and they are as skilled as professionals.

I wonder if it's because they killed so many people in the past that they learned how to dispose of corpses.

They deliberately placed the body in a distant location, separated by many buildings, so that they wouldn't be seen as perverts and monsters during the autopsy.

"Aaron, make sure to keep an eye on everyone and don't let anyone see what we're doing."

Anda gave him careful instructions before leaving.

Aaron was left alone to pretend to preach the so-called Hades doctrine to the locals.

He didn't know what the doctrine of Hades was, so he could only put together some positive and unambiguous words to appease the crowd.

The effect this language can serve is negligible, perhaps only enough to bolster courage in times of crisis.