Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This is really happening; it's like knives are falling from the sky.

Anda hurriedly leaped and rolled, dodging under the barbecue grill, not forgetting to taunt as he did so:

"So what if you've turned into a black woman? It's not like I don't love you. Even if you turned into a pig, I'd still love you!"

What is this called? This is called the wisdom of a husband.

He speaks loudly and clearly, doesn't lose face, and his words won't actually provoke the tigress.

Neither of the two children in the family would feel like a jerk.

But Helios was not so lucky, because he said he would kill or torture them.

Since immortals cannot be killed, the only option is to slice them apart!

Each time the dagger, guided by Ilda's enraged psionic energy, fell from the sky, it grazed a piece of Helios's skin, leaving a wound.

Before the fatal blow occurs, the dagger dissipates and evaporates as rain, preventing Helios from being killed off at the outset and entering a resurrected state.

That's too cheap for him.

"Marum, take the children inside."

Erda led them to a safe area. Although the shed was already safe, they couldn't let their son see such a bloody scene.

Aaron isn't immortal. If he sees this and thinks his own body can be injured in the same way, and doesn't fear the consequences, then he's doomed.

Marum held Angron with one arm and used the other to block his view.

Aaron followed behind Marum, holding the fifth brother's hand.

The main problem was that the shed seemed a bit too fragile to withstand the impact of the falling snow, so we decided to bring the fifth brother inside as well.

To avoid the situation calming down and then finding out that the fifth brother had also been stabbed with razor blades.

A method of eating raw food that my father mentioned.

Anda quickly rolled out, enduring the pain of being stabbed several times in the back as well, and tried to hide with her son.

They were turned away at the door; the psychic energy that refused them only allowed others to enter the house to take refuge.

Anda had no choice but to frantically crawl back under the barbecue grill, almost on all fours.

Yes, he initially really intended to roast Helios, but then he waited for Ilda to come back and see what was going on.

They've already turned the culprit Helios into roast meat!

The family sat happily at the dining table, not to eat him, of course, but to watch the immortal being roasted alive as a side dish.

Then everyone became more vigilant, accumulated experience, and made sure not to carelessly fire any psionic curses at Erda in their daily lives.

It would be best to have Marum record the footage so that other immortals he might encounter in the future could see it.

This kind of disaster only needs to happen once. It's enough to let those immortals who form their own cliques know that they shouldn't think that Erda's big hand can't find them.

At first, screams could be heard from outside from time to time, but after about ten minutes, only faint groans remained.

What remains is the comforting, drowsy downpour pouring down on the ground, the splashing sound of water droplets bursting open.

Angron was very sleepy and curled up in Marum's arms. The latter could only act as an Astartes cradle, gently rocking his arms to lull him to sleep.

Aaron was cleaning the mud off the fifth son's hooves and legs. They had just rented the house today and hadn't had time to tidy up the fifth son yet.

Occasionally, Aaron would look up curiously to see what was going on with Uncle Helios.

The mother's strength created a layer of mist that obscured the view, making it blurry.

It was probably not the other way of preparing food that my father mentioned, "finely chopping the meat into toppings," because there were still some bones scattered around.

Sigh, a significant portion of my father's strange remarks were related to food in the future.

These are all the things he can remember.

Aaron couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Angron. This really was his own son; all he knew was how to eat.

After a long while, the weather gradually cleared up, and the entanglements and fog of the outside world gradually dissipated.

All that remained was a pile of what looked like leftover minced meat chopped up by the cook, hanging on the barbecue grill.

Nearby were Helios and Anda, who were tidying their clothes and appearance.

Apart from looking a little pale, the two appeared to be in good health.

It seems that Uncle Helios has been resurrected once again.

Perhaps men have this quality: once they've weathered many storms, they can look back on them with a smile, seeing them as nothing more than minor setbacks.

The two looked at each other, each revealing a smile of relief at having survived a disaster.

Today was not Erda's actual appearance. After the incident, it took Erda some time to decide whether to come out and meet people or to conceal herself.

According to the plan, it will indeed arrive tomorrow.

Helios put his arm around Anda's shoulder, looking like two good buddies.

"Brother, I'm counting on you when we meet tomorrow. She's gone to such lengths today, but that's just a temporary fix. Your wife will probably take matters into her own hands again tomorrow. So, it's all up to you!"

"I know a few Macedonian aphrodisiac recipes. I'll go to the homes of those high-ranking officials tonight and steal them for you."

Adachi took a deep breath, touched his kidneys, and sighed:

"Sigh, I don't know if I can hold on."

Helios added:

"Do you think this is the reason why people in mythology believed that sacrificing a princess to demons and monsters would bring good weather and abundant harvests?"

"Many monsters are descendants of Poseidon, and quite a few people may have witnessed Poseidon having sex with natural creatures. So, it's believed that if a god can accept procreation with natural creatures, then the monsters born from such unions would probably also be attracted to human aesthetics?"

Anda playfully raised her hand, making a bouquet shape with the top of her headband, and laughed:

"Is this why I, the 'princess,' have to be offered to the monster you fear most, Erda?"

Inside the house, Aaron watched with a look of satisfaction as his elderly father spent time with people his own age, their youthful and energetic demeanor evident.

It must be said that such a father is indeed quite charming.

Chapter 276 The True Head of the Family (3K)

The fallen steel needles and daggers all vanished in the end.

The Queen controlled the situation with precision; apart from the two immortals, no other life was harmed.

On the contrary, they witnessed a miracle that helped to suppress Macedonia's impulse to wage war and maintain peace for a period of time.

After all, the current king is really a bit foolish, always trying to use so-called thunderous methods to suppress political enemies and even launch wars to wash away the shame.

Erda didn't want to see war, not because she was particularly kind.

Instead, when war breaks out, no one cares about the temples, and social resources are not allocated to them.

She is no longer a representative of expanding divine authority.

She wants to be worshipped peacefully for thousands of years, and doesn't want to go back to the past when people lived by slash-and-burn agriculture and couldn't even fill their stomachs.

How wonderful it is now! No matter who you are, whether you're rich or poor, you can kneel before a temple and ask for an oracle. Erda can have a good time and even conduct social experiments to see what changes different oracles will bring to people.

Of all the immortals, only I still enjoy playing this game.

Most of the others were deeply involved in worldly affairs or guarding demons, only returning occasionally to take charge.

To rekindle the hope of all immortals to live positively and return to normalcy, it would probably be best to strap them all to rockets and launch them into space, as Anda had mentioned occasionally before.

Encountering civilizations from other planets in space might actually boost one's positive energy.

During the day, the people of Macedonia welcomed the return of the high priest of the temple, but only watched the priest's carriage from afar.

Erda herself, with her face covered, kicked open their front door.

Before she set off, she instructed her subordinates that when that foolish king came to seek divine guidance, he should first shave his head bald and then submerge his head in water for at least five minutes.

It would have been better if they had just suffocated inside; then we would have had one less war-mongering king.

As she thought this, she expertly instructed Marum to close the door.

After all, family scandals should not be made public.

"Mom, no matter what color your skin becomes, you will always be the most beautiful!"

Angron was the first to run out, jump into Erda's arms, and shower her with kisses on the face.

This is not a statement made against one's conscience, but rather because Angron, as the Primarch, has a wide range of aesthetic acceptance.

Besides, Erda only changed her skin, not her race; her bone structure remained the same.

Erda smiled, hugged Angron and kissed him a few times, pinching his cheeks.

Then he frowned and said, "Don't let anyone pinch your cheeks anymore, okay? Be careful, or your baby fat won't go away when you grow up."

Angron nodded obediently and hugged Erda's neck, looking very cute.

Dad, Uncle, this is all I can do for you.

As long as my mother needs to hold me, she won't have the hands to beat you!

Erda, carrying Angron, entered the room with a serious expression and went into the main house.

Aaron was continuing to refine the wooden arm, but today Anda and Helios were pointing fingers and offering their opinions.

"Darling, you must be tired from your long journey. Come in and rest. I've tidied up the room for you."

“Our son insists on finishing this today, saying he wants to send it to his younger brother. I can take care of it, you can rest easy.”

Helios, his expression gentle as if he weren't the one who had been brutally tortured the night before, said calmly:

"As his uncle, I offered Aaron some guidance and helped him."

They understood that Angron alone couldn't restrain Erda, since the latter could grow other arms to hang them up and whip them, which wouldn't be a problem.

Only by relying on Aaron can we survive!

Erda just smiled and didn't get angry immediately. Instead, she calmly instructed Marum to tidy up the room according to her instructions.

Anda and Helios breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that yesterday's suffering had been enough to please the goddess.

With the constraints of their family circumstances, they should no longer suffer.