Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Upon hearing this, Helios shook his head violently:

“That won’t do. Apollo said he’s already written to Erda telling her about some of the key places where I’m hiding. He’s doing this just to see me make a fool of myself. If I go back to hide, wouldn’t that be walking right into a trap?”

Aaron wanted to say that Uncle Apollo probably didn't do that at all, because he was afraid of having any contact with his mother.

But having already said it, Helios obviously didn't dare to gamble on whether it was true or not.

At this point, there is only one way to save him.

Go back and find your father, see what that old man thinks.

Aaron sincerely expressed his opinion, and sure enough, Helios dared not gamble on whether Apollo had actually written a letter or not.

He could only look dejected, lean against the wall, squat down, rest his forehead on the back of his hand, and lament the tragedy of his fate, sighing:

"As expected, only Neos was able to persuade Erda."

Aaron corrected, "It's not about persuasion; I think if we don't use a strategy, my father will be hung up and whipped."

Helios looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"So that means I won't be hung up?"

Aaron shook his head, revealing that terrible future:

“No, Mother might pull out your tendons to use as a whip, and use your bones as a support to hang my father.”

Unbeknownst to Aaron, he had come to accept that his mother had done such cruel things and even thought of her as a good person.

Anglong couldn't understand, but he carefully tugged at the hem of his brother's clothes:

"Brother, are we out of money? Are we going to have to eat Dad and Uncle?"

In his view, skinning and removing tendons is a preparatory process before cooking. If this reunion with his mother comes at the cost of eating his father, then the feeling is truly—

Even my own childlike mind felt something was wrong.

Aaron was terrified, wondering what the old man had taught him when he was with Angron.

It seems we need to pay close attention to Anglong's psychological development in the future.

However, the most important thing at hand is to find a way to ensure that Uncle Helios can die peacefully and have a grand funeral.

Instead of being skinned alive and confined to his own temple—oh, the temple is almost no longer his own; there's already a trend of confusing Apollo and Helios.

Aaron spoke seriously:

"How about you guys have a chat? That way you won't get beaten up even worse."

Chapter 273 Two Dying Men (3K)

After realizing that the greatest help his good nephew could give him was simply to avoid suffering too much when he died.

Helios, like a puppet who had lost his soul, picked up the raw meat he had just bought with both hands and ate it while drooling over Angron's saliva.

His posture was much more elegant.

He appears to have undergone the corresponding training. If you disregard these inhuman aspects and only observe his appearance, it's hard not to mistake him for a prince of some kingdom.

However, it's difficult to judge this elegant demeanor when it's associated with eating raw meat.

You immortal beings must have some hobbies that are different from others?

"Uncle, let's go home. Father will be back around dinner time. Should I prepare some raw meat for you separately?"

Aaron thought to himself that he had another good-for-nothing in his family who needed to be taken care of.

Helios chewed slowly, his hands gleaming with a purple, illusory light as he rummaged through his mouth, saying:

"Home? What an unfamiliar word. Cough cough, don't make an exception for me, I'll eat whatever you eat. By the way, Ann, Anglong, right?"

This action is similar to an old father picking his teeth with his right hand, but the expression it conveys is not as awkward.

Perhaps it's because his father's charisma allows him to be completely at ease in front of everyone. Any behavior that lowers his own status will not be misunderstood.

So the father is using this invisible way to fight against the world!

Helios quickly cleaned his mouth, leaving it spotless.

That's one good thing about SunGod – it kills germs.

I wonder if that's why he became the sun god.

Helios looked at Anglo and held up his finger:

"Here, lick this. Raw meat is too dangerous for the human body, I need to clean it for you."

Angron frowned, his teeth chattering. He might as well just bite the finger off.

Seeing that Angron was not cooperating, Helios had no choice but to withdraw his hand, thus saving his finger.

"Very well, I'll go home with you now. Apollo said you're a good cook. After I finish this last meal, I'll just wait to die tomorrow."

Helios looked like he was going to his death, but only Aaron thought that the guy might have gotten what he deserved.

She shares the same personality type as her father.

However, because he was not well-known, he did not care even though his uncle Apollo was about to take over the position of the sun god.

So much so that others tend to overlook his existence.

Sigh, I hope Mother won't be so cruel tomorrow. Even if she doesn't leave me with a whole body, at least she should be able to piece the remaining body parts back together.

Uncle Hades once said on the road that if an immortal's body is still intact after death and can be pieced back together, they can be resurrected relatively quickly.

But if you're smashed into a pile of mangled flesh, or even if many parts are worn away, then where you revive depends on luck.

Perhaps there are immortal beings who were thrown into volcanoes after death, constantly resurrecting and dying at the same time.

It depends on what we can get some of it out.

Aaron thought of his only dream about Vokhan, which was about being inside a volcano, with his psionic projection even located within the molten lava.

Sigh, looks like I'll have to look for my other brothers to see if they have anything that can be used to pull people out of the lava.

Aaron pondered, his face showing a hint of worry.

Helios was quite pleased. His nephew was truly remarkable, worrying about him to this extent.

It's a real pity we couldn't take Aaron with us back then.

Before long, the group arrived home. There were quite a few vacant rooms in the residence, and Aaron arranged accommodation for Helios.

Angron threw a blanket up at him.

"Uncle, have you eaten a lot of raw meat?"

If my brother won't let me eat raw meat, how will I obtain information about the state of ingredients before they are cooked?

This is perfect, there's someone eating raw meat right in front of us.

Aaron asked curiously, "Uncle, it seems you're quite skilled at eating raw meat. What's the reason you can't eat cooked food?"

Helios lay down on the bed, reached out and clapped his hands, and a huge purple-gold light spread out.

Ever since Neos mentioned that the sun's ultraviolet rays could kill germs, Helios had become extremely proficient in using his energy in this way.

He said contentedly:

"It wasn't a problem before, but ever since I saw Poseidon aroused by the meat on the grill, I've suddenly developed a phobia of germs. I have to watch the whole process of food being prepared and then into my mouth before I dare to eat it."

"But I'm also a lazy person. If I get distracted, I won't know if the food in front of me has been touched by someone else. Therefore, I can only feel at ease with food that has been killed on-site."

“You know what? That day, Poseidon knew I had noticed his abnormality, but he made no attempt to hide it and told me that the body temperature of any natural creature could never reach that temperature.”

Helios smiled as he recalled that experience.

Although he developed food paranoia after that day, he was still very happy.

Because on that day, Poseidon was denounced by him, and the immortals stuffed Poseidon into the belly of a water anaconda.

At that time, Neos had just been kidnapped by Erda, so he escaped unharmed and was unaware of this incident.

Otherwise, Helios believed that, given Neos's personality, he might be persuaded by Poseidon to have the two of them compete online in eating this piece of roast meat.

"Online gaming," a type of game, Neos always utters futuristic terms, which are quite insightful.

Aaron felt utterly hopeless about the scenario his uncle had described.

Anyone who sees it will be traumatized.

Because Angron was there, Aaron stopped Helios from continuing to recount his past inhuman acts.

He sighed, "I'm cooking tonight, will you come with me and watch over the meal?"

Helios waved his hand and said, "I don't know why, but after meeting you today, I don't feel that way at all. I feel quite at ease. And Apollo trusts you so much, which shows that you are much more reliable than your unreliable parents."

“Good nephew, you can go and cook without worry. Let your uncle rest well in a human bed and enjoy the calm before the storm.”

Helios had already given up; what difference would it make if he didn't?

If I run, Erda will chase, and Neos will definitely come to catch me too.

He's just there to bring joy to a family.

As evening fell, Anda, who had changed into a new set of clothes, strode in with a smug look on his face.

Behind him was Marum pushing a stroller full of gifts.

It seems that this vehicle has finally fulfilled its function in accordance with its responsibilities, instead of being occupied by some non-human creature.

"Sons, look at me, how do I look?"

Anda spread her arms and turned around in the yard, showing off her figure.

His headband was replaced with a more exquisite metal one, with delicate patterns carved on both sides.

Her short hair was neat and tidy.

The upper body was made of white silk fabric, the waist was cinched with crocodile skin, and a string of three-colored gemstones hung down from the right leg.

His left leg was bound with cowhide leggings, with several small bags hanging on the outside, containing daggers and small tools for hunting and survival in the wild.

"Dad, you're so cool!"

Anglong doesn't use fancy words; he only uses the simplest vocabulary to describe things.