Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Helios covered his eyes, fell to his knees, and roared:

"That's enough! That's enough!"

"You two, you idiots! Go to hell!"

Erda simply flicked the lightning chain attached to Helios, turning it into a whip that lashed his torso.

The latter then jumped up and dared not say another word.

As Aaron happily drove White Scar across the entire track and had a great time, he gradually woke up.

When safety is guaranteed, extreme speed and the feeling of control are indeed deeply ingrained in human genes.

It will produce feelings of excitement and happiness.

This was the scene he hadn't witnessed this time, the one Khan had described of his Astartes racing in motorboats of equal performance.

His battle plans were not aligned with the main Imperial forces; at this time, a considerable number of White Scars were carrying out special missions.

The only records left for the legion at that time were:

"Katherine the Emperor's adopted daughter's fiancé, Aaron, a secret psionicist under the command of the Seal of Macado, held a meeting with their Primarch for some unknown reason."

"The white scars suggest that this may be related to Perturabo's competition for the Emperor's throne and his efforts to gain the support of other Primarchs. Recently, the Iron Lord has brought his ambitions from covert planning to the forefront, and has publicly stated more than once that he wants to become the second Emperor."

"Although the Lord of Steel claims that this was personally instructed by His Majesty, and the palace and various departments of Terra have not responded with any intention to make corrections, the credibility of this claim is questionable."

These paper records, sealed in the white-scarred library, became, tens of thousands of years later, one of the precious historical materials for future generations to understand this secret history of the struggle for succession.

In the Macedonian mansion, Aaron groggily opened his eyes and stretched out his arms.

Taking an afternoon nap is indeed a good habit, but I don't feel refreshed afterward; I always feel a bit groggy.

"Father, Mother, it seems we still haven't been able to see Wokan. It seems we can't solve the trouble he's facing. However, we did see Chagatai."

Aaron rubbed his eyes, and when he finished speaking, he saw his mother and father embracing each other tenderly, their eyes almost overflowing with tears.

“Um, Marum, bring Father’s bedding back. I think he doesn’t need to sleep outside tonight.”

Marum nodded and carried Angron away.

Angron was still struggling:

"Brother! Take me to Fifth Brother's place next time! I want to ride a horse too! I want to race on the track!"

Aaron could only nod in agreement, promising to take him next time he had the chance, so that Angron could also meet his other brothers.

Perhaps their son had woken up, because Anda and his wife coughed twice, resumed their normal posture, and sat a little further apart.

Erda, with a dignified expression, spoke first:

“My assessment is that your father is not suited to be a leader, but if your brothers all turn out like Chagatai, then anyone can be found to replace him.”

"But I also understand that the reason they are waging war is not because of your father, but because human civilization has suffered a great destruction and your father is trying to repair it."

Anda looked proud, his arms crossed in front of him:

“That’s right, that’s exactly it. Aaron, you’ve been to the future so many times, and it took you so long to understand this, but you still don’t respect me at all.”

"And your mother, the person I love most, figured this out after just one look!"

Erda snorted coldly:

"I have no intention of giving you a kind look after knowing this; it doesn't change the fact that you're a piece of trash."

Anda was very stubborn and argued, "I already said that in that era, I might be the only one who could stand up!"

Erda scoffed, “Very well, now that you have sons, why don’t you hand over power to them? Based on Chagatai’s words and actions, I judge that you only need some tools of war, and you have no interest in managing the empire.”

Adachi couldn't hold back any longer: "That...that wasn't something my future self did, maybe there was some unspeakable reason behind it. I still have my principles!"

Aaron quickly intervened and spoke up:

"Father, Mother, the future is still a long way off. If my abilities don't disappear, then there are at least six hundred years left to help my future fathers and brothers solve problems."

"As for us, there are still the problems of our time to solve. Although my father always felt that there was a limit to the harm caused by the evils of this era, if possible, I hope that there will be no victims."

Upon hearing this, Erda couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly:

“Aaron, you really are an idealist. The changes of the world, birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable. Even God cannot prevent death or injury due to accidents or disasters.”

"All we can do is provide a safety net; human civilization will solve the problems it encounters that it can solve on its own."

Aaron scratched his head; he understood this too.

However, he still hasn't found a suitable theoretical framework for this kind of thinking.

It seems that I still need to explore further on my future travels to eventually find my own path.

Even if they don't find it, being able to help their future brothers and people in the present solve disasters can be considered as fulfilling their own value.

Aaron took a deep breath and continued:

"Let's talk about the premonition of that great calamity that you felt, Mother? Although the disaster of the Gates of Hell that Aunt Athena felt was just a minor disturbance in the end, Father resolved it all by piloting the Lightbringer alone."

Hearing this, Anda felt a little guilty, but she could only force herself to stay calm.

"But, I suppose Mother's psychic powers are stronger than Aunt Athena's. If something dangerous is going to happen in Macedonia, we should be able to find a sign."

Helios finally had a chance to chime in and make his presence known:

"Listen to me, everyone. There's nothing wrong with this place. I chose this place to build the Temple of the Sun because I was lazy back then. There are no demons here."

Erda glanced sideways at him:

Are you questioning my premonition?

Helios shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum:

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant, could it be that the terror only started to grow after you arrived?"

Snapped!

Erda could no longer contain her anger and lashed Helios with her whip, making him cry out in agony.

Anda couldn't help but sigh, "If a person with a sharp tongue can't control his mouth, that's a terrifying thing."

He tried to appease the tigress in his home:

"Alright, my dear, we don't need to waste our energy on that bastard. Tomorrow morning, I'll take Helios with me to find out where the terror you're feeling is coming from."

"No matter what form this horror takes, whether it becomes a widow maker or a school-age killing machine, we will find it and dismantle it piece by piece."

"Macedonia must be put at peace! We'll be living here until next year. We have an appointment with Hades; he'll come here at the turn of winter and spring to host a banquet with us."

Anda's voice was slightly subdued: "We'll inform the other brothers and sisters—to settle all scores, old and new."

Chapter 280 Typhon, Vaucan, Prospero (3K)

Helios sat pitifully in the room, covering his face.

He knew he had to demonstrate some value to avoid being killed by Erda again and again.

"If the disaster was foreseen by your psychic powers, perhaps this calamity is not about harming Macedonian civilization, but about harming yourself."

He began to recall his memories of wandering among various ancient tribes as a shaman before he became the sun god.

These calamities are limited by the current level of civilization's thinking, but the oldest reflections will also give rise to the most ancient and difficult-to-understand concepts of existence.

It's so bad that it has to be described as ridiculous.

Just as before Greek scholars proposed the concepts of earth, fire, water, and wind, people were more inclined to believe in a "spirit" to represent the composition of the world.

This does not refer to the pointed-eared people that Neos spoke of, but rather to the spiritual essence of all things in the world.

And the elves are even more unfathomable than the gods.

At least in the course of civilization, humanity has learned to construct a whole host of elaborate sacrificial rituals and to believe that so-called deities can accept sacrifices.

But the spirits cannot communicate or interact; they are purely spiritual beings, the epitome of chaos, capable of killing and taking at will.

The first person to stand up, witnessing their fellow human beings being eaten by hunters or dying tragically in natural disasters, naturally didn't experience the same fear as later generations. They were closer to the natural world.

Those who learned to hunt and transform the world had overcome these fears. They also secured their survival by worshipping corresponding deities.

Only those people stuck in the middle, whom future humans themselves call the Chaotic Age, are most helpless in the face of these fears.

I don't know how Neos came to that conclusion, but the term "future elf" has become a positive one.

These things are purely from the most chaotic period of human civilization, a conception of heaven and earth and all things, devoid of emotion and compassion.

To put it in a way that modern people can understand, it means that when you see a lion hunting a deer from the perspective of a documentary camera, even biting its throat and swallowing it whole, you won't have much of an emotional reaction.

But in that early period when self-awareness and fear first emerged, and there was insufficient capacity to transform the world, when people faced suffering, death, and unsolvable events in life, their thoughts about the universe created something—

Erda frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked:

"No, that's not right. As civilization progressed and we were called gods, those Chaos Spirits no longer possessed dominance. They are no longer the source of humanity's current fear of the unknown; it is humanity that fears us."

Helios shook his head, shrugged, and spread his hands, saying:

"Who knows? But their stories are still preserved in mythology, aren't they?"

Anda chuckled sarcastically: "In mythology, it was our previous generation, the Titans, who would rebel against the rule of the current gods. But I've already dealt with them. And in the story, we will definitely defeat them."

Helios then continued the conversation, suggesting a name:

“Typhon. Stop, don’t speak, wait until I finish. I know Typhon is not one of those chaotic substances, but during my travels, I have heard more than once some legends compiled by bards.”

"You know, artists always like to add embellishments. Even if the ending can't be changed, they'll stuff things that break the rules just to make the story more exciting. What if the story says that Typhon absorbed these chaotic forces, those primordial beings from human mythology? What kind of terror would He bring?"

“It’s understandable that Zeus defeated Typhon in mythology, so it’s understandable that this thing would target Hera, the queen of the gods, this time.”

Erda listened patiently to this long description, but only said coldly:

"No matter what it is, if it dares to set its sights on me—I'll make it wish it were dead!"

Helios stretched his handsome face long and said helplessly:

"I'm just offering a guess; maybe it's just a nightmare, and there's no disaster at all. This place is an auspicious burial site that I personally selected. Instead of worrying and studying this, let's think about how to get me a sun chariot. I need to reclaim the position of the sun god!"

"Alright, what's for dinner tonight? I haven't had cooked food in ages, I broke my rule today, my stomach's itchy. Also, let me see what divine pronouncements the Temple of the Sun has issued lately?"

Erda said in an indifferent tone:

"It's nothing. Anyway, because of the story of Apollo, no young men and women come to me seeking divine guidance in pursuit of love. With that biggest problem gone, all that's left are basically those foolish politicians. I believe that as long as they are sincere, they can achieve political success."