Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"The best way to deal with an enemy is to destroy them; don't think that there's any value in keeping them alive."

Aaron was giving his younger brother a serious lecture, believing that if humanity could eliminate its enemies beforehand, it could avoid the suffering of war.

Hades quietly approached Anda and whispered:

“I think your son might be a bit extreme. Is that because of Erda? I don’t think Erda is capable of saying such things.”

"But he also has a negative attitude toward the potential ecological and species impacts you might have."

Anda is sharpening a piece of wood to make a harpoon.

Fishing and catching fish are no longer an option; the only solution is to spear fish directly.

He said with dissatisfaction, "Don't be fooled by his appearance. My son might kill without any emotion. I am the kindest person in our family. Don't think that Aaron is a harmless and good child."

Hades chuckled, "Well, I've never seen a father say that about his son before. Is it possible that this is just your son's decisive and ruthless nature?"

Anda frowned, thought for a moment, and recalled that when Little Angron was brought back, Aaron had Little Pei blow up Nukelia without even blinking.

"Oh well, just don't have any bias towards him, he's ruthless."

The amulets have all been distributed today. Before nightfall, Anda plans to go out to sea to catch some fish, and then the family will eat and drink their fill.

Hades and Marum sat at home, keeping an eye out for anyone dreaming about their father.

He then went out under cover of night to dig up the grave.

There's no other way; you can't just go and mess around with someone's ancestral graves in broad daylight, or you'll get beaten up.

Marum was building a sheep pen nearby; they were planning to buy a ewe so that Anglon would have sheep milk to drink every day.

Marum recalled some "ancient customs" and began to speak:

"Vampire legends in Europe originate from excavated graves where the corpses are not rotten, and even have rosy complexions and bloodstains on their fingers."

"Usually, grave robbers covet the burial goods of recently deceased people, but the deceased is actually just in shock and shows signs of waking up and struggling. Some lucky ones are even able to return to their families, but because of their experiences during this period, they become photophobic and sensitive."

Anda, having whittled the wooden spear and harpoon, placed one leg on the boat and slapped his thigh:

"Whatever kind of demons or monsters they are, if I hit them on the head, they'll only bounce a few times at most."

"Alright, you guys just wait to eat fish tonight, I'm off!"

The old father dragged the boat away with one hand, like a lonely fisherman declaring war on the sea, his back leaning on the beach, leaving a long shadow.

"Shouldn't we pray to Uncle Poseidon, asking him to remember to protect us from storms at sea?"

As Aaron said this, he wondered how Uncle Poseidon was doing in his retirement.

He stayed in Prospero, where he wouldn't have to go out to fight, so he should be in no danger.

More than an hour later, the old father returned with a full catch. As long as he discarded his fishing rod and net, he would be the best spearfisherman.

Today he even had the energy to skin and bleed the fish himself, and cook the ingredients, which shows that he was in a really good mood after having a good harvest.

During the meal, he stuffed a few fish into Angrondo's hand, and then, carrying the shovel that Marum had prepared, he hurried toward the village cemetery in the dark.

Anglong licked the plate as he asked:

“Brother, what if Dad encounters those corpses and they come back to life and turn into monsters? I heard Uncle Marum say that when he first met you, some corpses stood up and chased you.”

Aaron didn't care: "He deserves it. It's never wrong for a father to do more work. Anyway, no one can hurt him."

Chapter 247 Anda: I will bury the gods! (3K)

The elderly father, whom his son believed should do more work, looked at the night sky and prepared to take a nap.

He was feeling sleepy and wondered why he had to come out to work so late at night.

However, within the Greek cultural sphere, many city-states would place tombstones directly on the roads leading into the city. Their view of death was very similar to that of Egypt.

After the funeral, the deceased can enter the realm of death.

While Egyptian nobles could at least create mummies, the Greeks were much wilder; they simply buried them.

At most, they might invite a few of the deceased's close friends to throw a tantrum on the ground and cry for days.

Anda planted the shovel in the ground, rested his chin on the handle with both hands, and mentally complained.

Why bother with such a complicated death ceremony? Just throw them into the forest and feed them to the wild animals.

It can be considered that all my drinking and eating of meat in this life has been given back to nature.

After doing this, it will inevitably be resurrected in some animal's dung heap.

Um, I'd better not think about these terrible speculations and just focus on resting.

However, not being able to lie down to rest can be quite embarrassing.

This posture reminded him of the rope hotel in futuristic Britain, where a group of people dressed in simple suits, penniless, with thick hemp ropes running under their armpits to support their weight.

Sigh, capitalism. In a while, will even the space under the eaves of hotels be sold as rooms?

But Anda's sleepiness was able to overcome many unfavorable conditions, and he still fell asleep.

Fortunately, he didn't oversleep today. A few crows flew over, landed on his shoulder, and gently tugged at Anda's hair with their beaks, waking him up.

"Go away! Get out of here!"

He waved his arms to scare away the crows, forced himself to stand up, and searched the cemetery for the bodies of those who had died because of the curse.

"Oh dear, what does death really feel like?"

Anda found the place, sighing as he dug open the graves.

puff!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the corpses that had not decomposed for decades sprayed out fluids.

Only city-states and some wealthy towns could afford to build stone coffins for the local dead; people in small villages mostly buried their dead in a rolled-up mat or simply by digging a pit.

"In the future, we should make sure that everyone can afford a coffin, or we should just cremate everyone."

Anda wiped his face, speaking his inner thoughts aloud.

"Anyway, don't die in my face. During those few nights when I was at work, it seemed like everyone in the entire galaxy was either dying for me or wanted me dead. I'm not the Grim Reaper."

"It seems we need to come up with a professional funeral concept. At least in mythology, the Grim Reaper usually has a deputy; it's not like they personally go to arrest people."

Give Hades Charon and Cerberus; if all else fails, you could try Black and White Impermanence!

Anda had to keep his mind wandering to all sorts of wild ideas in order to keep working.

He dug up more than a dozen corpses. The last few were obviously much more skilled; he knew when to stop after each shovel stroke, and the corpses were dug out normally.

Occasionally, we would dig up two or three that had died naturally, already decomposed, and whose skulls weren't so white and pretty anymore, so we had to bury them back ourselves.

The souls of these normally deceased were not taken by the demons, so there were still some lingering traces of their dissipated warp souls that needed to be soothed by themselves.

The souls of the normally deceased in this era will not be abducted by demons; they will simply dissipate normally in the subspace, their physical and spiritual essence scattered.

Because ordinary people do not awaken to become psionic beings while they are alive, they can hardly expect their souls to retain power after death, let alone maintain consciousness.

Otherwise, the vengeful spirits in various cultures would all be driven by a single obsession; once that obsession is gone, they completely dissipate.

Furthermore, these ghost legends may have originated from early psionic beings who were not immortal.

So, if all of humanity can ascend to psionic powers in the future, then everyone will become ghosts together?

Anda couldn't help but laugh at the idea, mocking the so-called grand plan of the future Dark King.

He examined each body with practiced ease; the cause of death was always the same.

That is, the demon's abilities are limited, and it kills people in the same way every thirty years.

It might even awaken only once every thirty years.

However, it was also clever and didn't go to any big cities, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago.

Anda buried the bodies back in, imagining the thrill of being the gravedigger of the devil, burying those four bastards along with his future self.

From the moment he started imagining this scenario, Anda's lips never relaxed.

"I will bury the gods!"

Thump! The shovel struck too hard and chopped off the corpse's head.

Roll down the hillside.

Anda dropped the shovel and, in a panic, jumped over it, falling down the hillside and tumbling down with it.

After the pig charged forward, it almost kissed the head of the corpse.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Anda apologized, pulled his head back, and started climbing the hillside again.

I've been falling down quite often lately. Is Black King deliberately making things difficult for me?

Or was it his boast of "burying the gods" that provoked the other four devils?

"How petty of you."

Anda carefully placed the head back, but as soon as he stood up, his legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed into the tomb.

"Damn it, I knew it was you who was behind this! Come out here!"

Anda didn't bury the last person; instead, he jumped out of the grave and pointed at the sky.

With problems occurring in such a short period of time, it's no surprise that it was that old bastard Black King who did it.

He was filled with self-reproach!

“We’re evenly matched, you started it first.”

Black King's human-like tone became increasingly vivid, no longer as awkward as before.

"You added ten times the lubricant to the Golden Throne's wheelchair, almost causing me to fall off. The entire galaxy was nearly destroyed because of this accident."

Anda acted like a rogue, cursing and swearing:

"No way, I've calculated it carefully. The wireless relay of the Golden Throne has been activated. As long as we—I mean, your body—don't leave more than seventy meters away, there won't be any problems."

The crows seemed to have returned, circling Anda in a circle. Black King said coldly:

"Do you know how long the steps in front of the throne are? They stretch for thousands of meters."