Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This truly comes from the heart.

At least it's better than that old man at home who always looked tired and had no energy for anything except doing bad things.

Aaron couldn't help but secretly admire the saying, "Clothes make the man."

Thanks to Marum's meticulous care, even the old donkey of the fifth son was mistaken by the merchant for a handsome young horse from afar.

Needless to say, the old man, such a dignified person, would look completely different after being carefully dressed up.

Aaron looked at the gifts neatly arranged inside the stroller; these were all for his mother.

But the more he looked, the more he felt—Aaron suddenly frowned;

"Why are they all cheap items?"

Adachi didn't seem to care much and was still showing off his crocodile belt:

“I just grabbed it. Your mother isn’t materialistic. She likes anything I give her. But you, Aaron, shouldn’t be so money-grubbing at such a young age.”

"The bond between your mother and me is something we've weathered together through thick and thin; it's something a worldly brat like you can't possibly understand."

Aaron couldn't comment on this; he didn't know whether what the old man said was true or just his father's wishful thinking.

However, he really couldn't say much about his parents' true feelings for each other.

That's fine then.

He had no choice but to steer the conversation back on track, saying seriously:

“Father, we met Uncle Helios in the city.”

Anda wasn't surprised at all, and casually coaxed Angron into taking a bite of the crocodile skin to see what it tasted like.

He spoke casually:

“There’s a temple to him here. Isn’t your mother looking for him? By the way, where is he? If he doesn’t show up soon, the whole world will think that Apollo is the sun god.”

Anglong bounced around, being teased by Anda with a crocodile leather belt, but he couldn't bite it.

I remember answering:

"Dad, Uncle Helios is resting at our house right now. He's really amazing; he can eat all raw meat and doesn't find it unpalatable at all."

Anda just wanted to curse that blue bird a few times. Why did he always run into an immortal bastard wherever he went?

This guy is especially awful.

His expression was serious as he picked up Angron, his movements deliberate and methodical:

"Remember, the rice must be cooked; it absolutely cannot be raw."

"If you ever dare to feed me raw food again, I'll spank your ass in half, understand?"

Anglong nodded emphatically, completely unaware that the heavy responsibility of cooking at home had just been dumped on his shoulders, and solemnly said:

"Okay, Dad, I promise I won't feed you anything raw!"

Anda grunted in response, then put Anglong on the ground, patted his stomach, and shouted:

"Hurry up and cook, I've been walking all day and I'm tired."

Marum packed his things while correcting him:

“Sir, you’ve been lying in that tailor’s house all day. The lady of the house was so eager to hold you in her arms and take your measurements.”

But that doesn't matter; the hostess was still quite reserved.

The main problem was that the position the male homeowner was gesturing with the measuring tape wasn't quite right.

Chapter 274 Erda: It's Dark (3K)

Aaron forcefully pulled the family's thoughts back so that they wouldn't go astray.

“Father, I think you need to know what trouble Uncle Helios has gotten into.”

He followed closely behind his father, almost shouting into his father's ear.

The latter, looking quite relaxed, strolled to the window and looked at Helios, who was asleep like Sleeping Beauty.

“You know what? Aaron? My habit of not washing my hands after using the toilet comes from him.”

Anda didn't care about what Aaron said he needed to know. In his view, reminiscing about his life was the greatest joy.

She could also shift the blame and explain to her son that these bad habits were caused by others.

He continued:

"Look at his elegant, kingly demeanor. Even when he's asleep, he's so proper and upright, like someone placed in a coffin, ready to be buried at any moment."

"But who would have thought that he never bathes, behaves primitively and violently, and could even be considered a savage? Alas, it's all because of his strange psychic properties, which prevent any substance from existing that could impair the body's function."

"But he only remembered one thing I mentioned: the sun's ultraviolet rays kill germs. He even deliberately changed his psionic color to purple-gold. But ultraviolet rays are not visible light."

Anda leaned against the window, rambling on about her memories with Helios.

Just when Aaron thought his father had truly fallen in love, he heard his father continue:

"Marum, Aaron, you two hurry up and make a coffin tonight, we'll bury him under the cover of night. Or we can throw him into the sea."

“You don’t even need to say a word, I know this guy must have done something to offend your mother, and while the harm wasn’t great, it was very humiliating. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come out of his hiding place to find you.”

Anda was also extremely familiar with the personalities of these old buddies, and firmly believed that:

"Believe me, Aaron, I understand what you're trying to say. If you don't want him to suffer, it's the best option for us to take care of him."

Aaron looked stunned, unsure of what to do with his hands to calm himself down.

When did my father become so thoughtful and logical?

Is this only the case when one is with an immortal companion?

In other words, the father's own logic knew how to deduce the correct course of events.

But why didn't he do this when he was raising his son?

Aaron calmed himself down and said firmly:

“Father, you should listen to what Uncle Helios has done. He cursed Mother—”

Anda waved his hand, looking completely unfazed, and interrupted, "Isn't this normal? Do you expect a coward wearing a helmet and wielding a spear to have a passionate brawl with your mother? He'd be impaled on a spear and displayed at the city gate."

Aaron quickly finished speaking: "The curse is to turn my mother's skin black for thirty years."

After hearing this, Anda's expression didn't change much, but his body betrayed him as he walked towards the kitchen, asking with a smile:

"Angron, where did you put all the kitchen knives?"

Angron obediently gave directions and asked curiously:

"Dad, are you going to cook dinner yourself tonight?"

Anda smiled and nodded, saying:

"Angron, have you ever eaten a god? Daddy will cook you a live sun god tonight, how about it?"

Strangely, Aaron didn't stop them. He seemed to have suddenly developed a wicked sense of humor, wanting to see the despair on the faces of these uncles before they faced terror.

It seems that, according to their thinking, since they won't die anyway, whatever they do can be accepted upon closer examination.

Turning my head, I saw that Marum, having finished packing his things, was already tying ropes. He really was loyal.

Moreover, he was so clever that he started preparing the tools before his father even explained how to do it.

Amidst the family's busy banging and hammering, Helios slept peacefully. The Neos family, as long as Erda wasn't around, was still manageable.

Moreover, the fact that they went to such lengths to entertain me was truly touching.

This makes one wonder, could it be that having a son would change even the worst person's ways?

When Nyos was at his most wicked, even the most good-natured Olpeson would slap him, fighting all the way from the top of the Alps to the East African Rift Valley.

Helios had a wonderful dream in which he sincerely apologized to Ilda and was forgiven.

Then, after enjoying a wonderful family life with Neos, he was seen off and set off to pursue his own happiness.

Like the rising and setting sun, it never stops and is always full of passion!

Half-asleep, Helios slowly opened his eyes. Huh? Why was he facing the ground?

Why is there still a campfire?

In the flipped perspective, Angron is holding a torch, staring blankly at the pile of wood in front of him.

His eyes looked like those of the youngest son of an ogre family, born from inbreeding, about to begin his first cooking experience.

Cooking? Cooking whom? Me!

Helios gradually felt that he was regaining control of his body, but the ropes from the outside were still tightly binding him.

He struggled to lift his head, but the person who tied him up was clearly a professional; there was a fixation device around his neck, preventing him from seeing a wider angle.

Not to mention turning your head to look behind you.

The atmosphere created by horror movies is precisely this kind of activity that is restricted to a certain extent. It's a struggle between the rules that you can't interfere with and that limit your actions.

Anda was squatting behind Helios. Aaron tried to imitate this posture, but he couldn't squat down properly and it felt awkward.

The old man had a stalk of wheat between his teeth, his expression calm.

"You're awake, Helios, my old friend. Back then, during our father-son duo, you insisted on giving yourself the identity of a Titan, wanting to be our father. Luckily, I personally sought out Homer and those hapless bards who fabricated the pantheon."

"That's why you were set up as someone born of Titans, and of our generation."

“I knew from that time that you weren’t the kind of person who would obediently become someone else’s son.”

Helios was fully awakened. Unable to turn his neck, he saw Neos behind him and looked flustered.

"Neo, where are you! Come out and see me! You have to help me!"

Anda spat the wheat in his mouth onto the ground, propped himself up on his knees, reached out, untied the crocodile leather belt, and lashed it out with a shrill crack.

Swish!

“Help you? I’ll beat you to death right now, that would be helping you! If Erda sees you unharmed in our house, eating my son’s cooking and sleeping in my son’s bed.”

"What will she think? She'll be disappointed, thinking that I, as her husband, have absolutely no sense of family responsibility!"