Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This is clearly a corrupt bastard!

At this point, it's time for Aaron to return.

If you just tell Marum the address in the morning, you might see the Lessaré family's bodies floating downstream in the nearby river by noon.

These are some of the things my father used to say, which have probably been translated and misinterpreted; they couldn't have meant this originally.

Aaron confirmed the result and quietly retreated. Just as he was about to return the way he came, he heard footsteps outside. A thin man with tanned skin, who looked like he often traveled around, walked in.

“My dear sister, we can’t fail this time. We must eat my good nephew, or that terrible disaster will befall us.”

Aaron stopped in his tracks. "Wait, isn't this plot twist a bit too fast?"

I was about to make a judgment when you suddenly changed the subject and started looking like there was a mastermind behind it all.

What does "ate" mean?

Aaron did begin to imagine the corpse organs he had personally seen and reassembled, imagining them being sorted and placed on plates.

Oh, and there's Anglong pushing a food cart next to them, looking disgusted, saying the food doesn't taste good at all.

Aaron jolted awake, focused his attention, and watched patiently.

The stern and dignified tone the lady had used towards her son vanished upon seeing her younger brother, becoming as lively as a giant snake tearing open its many mouths, its malice unstoppable:

“Don’t rush, Hoddle. He must start first. When he commits the sin of killing his own blood relatives, he will be able to comply with the goddess’s request and make a sacrifice.”

“Gaia, the weeping mother is cursing her own offspring.”

Gaia, that name has finally appeared.

It seems that the common curse of the "angry mother" is limited to local mothers who treat their children harshly.

The curse that begins to manifest then begins to intentionally create ritual sacrifices, that is, to kill the target as if they were sacrificial livestock.

Hoddle, the lady's brother, shrugged and paced through the hall, flattening the carpet where Lessaré had just knelt.

“This child is really impetuous. When I was a child, if I did anything out of line, my father would whip me. He has a carefree personality and is unlikely to amount to anything. It’s good that we’ve eaten him; it’s a way of showing filial piety to our elders.”

From beneath the mask came the lady's joyful roar:

"I can't wait any longer! Should we grill or slice it? Cut a piece for everyone, smear it with sesame oil, and put it in the pot... Ah~"

Hoddle stepped forward and removed his sister's mask; there was no face, only a mouth.

“I would rather eat him raw, while listening to his screams and grief. You stand by wearing a mask, pretending to be saddened and unable to stop him, or loudly rebuking him for failing to fulfill his family mission.”

Hoddle pulled up his sister's sleeve, revealing a mark etched with dark green corrosion.

A mouth covered in ulcers, with flesh rotting and green juice oozing out.

"The goddess is already in so much pain; only the flesh and blood of children can heal her."

Hoddle displays the symbol on his arm, which corresponds to his mouth, a swollen belly that reveals his extreme hunger.

Aaron's pupils constricted unconsciously, and his mind was greatly disturbed when he saw those symbols.

Just like when I first stood beside Luo Jia and witnessed the changing winds that swept across the entire world.

In other words, the chaos behind this image is not a demon of some small concept.

Rather, he is one of the four most terrifying beings.

Humanity's greatest enemy.

Once these chaotic images have a real-world basis, they can be observed by oneself and even harm oneself.

Aaron struggled to remain calm amidst such an uproar.

He had to inform his parents of this important information as soon as possible.

The lady's mouth opened and closed, emitting a terrible cry:

"Oh, my son, the continuation of my life, the rebellion of my life."

This sounded like a prayer from an evil god, and sure enough, Hoddle began to chant as well:

“We are still alive, but we will all die eventually. If we want to live forever, we must eat our own children.”

This seems to suggest that these people belong to two different faith factions.

One is to follow the curse of the mother goddess Gaia on children, to harm children; this is the outer shell.

The true essence of faith, however, is that in order to maintain one's own life, one must kill and consume new life that continues from one's own generation.

After all, life is truly wondrous; one generation gives birth to another, and the torch is passed on.

If a generation is unwilling to die, they will naturally assume that as long as they reclaim the life passed down to the next generation, they can live forever.

This aligns with the struggle for power between each generation of gods.

This time, however, it just so happens that the image of Gaia, which naturally emerged from the Greek cultural sphere, is used.

Aaron was surprised that he was able to organize his thoughts so smoothly. Could it be that he was already very close to the truth?

If these ideas were to appear within the Chaos Court of a future empire, and if they had studied Nurgle, they would be able to discover that the imagery of a considerable number of civilizations' life deities is that of goddesses who naturally represent fertility, and who are of very high seniority.

At this point, someone came out and said that perhaps the benevolent father that those Chaos believers spoke of could be called the benevolent mother at some point in time.

If they examine it carefully, they can find evidence of Neggle's women's clothing! (Knock on the courtroom door)

Aaron had no desire to continue listening to those filthy words and cautiously turned back.

It seems that Lessaré, the temporary senior brother, will not die for the time being. He will only be considered to meet the requirements when he is determined to complete his mother's task and dismember his elder.

Sinful lives cannot continue; they must be eaten by their elders.

Aaron thought to himself, "Besides the Alien Encyclopedia, why don't I also create a Heretic Encyclopedia?"

It's not so much a difference in beliefs, but rather those heretics who violate basic moral principles and record their rhetoric and methods of tempting people into depravity.

According to Marum, the way the future empire will maintain its faith is by praying to the useless old man in its own home.

Sigh, no wonder your future is so bleak.

There needs to be a systematic approach, rather than just reciting names with enthusiasm.

Even with my own human wisdom, it might be difficult to complete in a lifetime.

I need to ask my brothers for help; Guilliman, Loga, and Magnus all seem like they could help.

But Guilliman was too busy, and Magnus had Uncle Poseidon by his side, which was also a factor in pollution.

Aaron worried that Magnus's book would change people's orientation.

That leaves only Loja.

The Khan would also work, but Aaron would find it hard to think of the Khan at first glance.

As for Ryan, Dorn, and Little Pei, they were never even thought of.

They just need to be able to eat properly.

Aaron arrived home safely and saw his old father, naked, eating the bread that Anglon had made in the yard.

The elderly father, completely unashamed, lay on the recliner with a relaxed expression.

“Phew—Aaron, look, my hair has grown a bit longer. Your mother didn’t say anything else, but it really helped me grow a lot of hair.”

Aaron was pleased, thinking that the longer the hair, the better, as it would bring many good things in the future.

"By the way, where is Mother?" he asked.

Anda waved his hand: "There's a problem with the temple. Her substitute can't handle it. Your mom should go see what's going on. Ugh, otherwise I'll be kept up until tomorrow morning."

Aaron glanced at the bread in the old man's hand and reminded him:

"Anglong said his bread was often stolen."

Anda raised his head and sneered, "Am I stealing food? I'm your father, what's wrong with me taking a bite!"

Aaron shook his head and said, "It's nothing, he just plans to make it into pancakes, not as soft as bread. Remember to prepare water in advance if you get up to eat in the middle of the night."

Chapter 287 Enough is Enough, Marum's Rebellion (3K)

Aaron sat down next to the old man's recliner, his serious gaze making Anda feel a little uneasy.

"W-What's wrong? Why do you sound like you're about to make your final arrangements?" Anda sat up a little. "There are still six hundred years to go, there's no need to do it so soon."

Aaron's tone was somewhat uncertain: "It's good to plan ahead. By the way, Father, what do you think parents think about the next generation they create? A gift, or torture? Or perhaps, the arrival of the next generation leads to the death of this generation?"

Anda grew increasingly flustered, even getting up from the recliner and pressing Aaron's shoulders down as he lay back down, his expression panicked.

“My son, are you out of your mind? Your father and mother are immortal beings, we don’t have the limited concepts of mortals.”

"You absolutely mustn't have any idea of ​​digging out all your bones and flesh and returning it to us."

Aaron shook his head, his eyes clear:

"Oh dear, I just went out tonight and discovered something strange. I suspect it's one of the most powerful chaotic forces that Marum mentioned."

He slowly recounted what he had seen and heard, and his conjectures.

Anda sighed deeply, finally letting out a sigh of relief, and kicked Aaron in the leg:

"Get out of the way, let your old man lie down. You scared me to death, I thought something serious had happened."

Aaron laughed heartily, stood up and made way for his father. He knew that starting this topic would make his father restless.

Anda lay back down on the recliner, one hand covered in breadcrumbs, trying to wipe it clean on Aaron's clothes.

"Hey, don't dodge, let me wipe it. It's just that green fat guy. When I burn down his garden in the future, he doesn't even show up to protest."

"It seems Hayes's judgment was correct. You are very suitable to be a spy. If you can live for tens of thousands of years, I will put the Empire's intelligence department in your hands."

Ever since the old man found out where the problem was, he hasn't been worried at all.

Isn't this pollution just Naruto using Gaia's name to commit slaughter out of hatred for the life he created?

Tomorrow, Jander will hold a meeting and invite the King of Macedonia to attend, so that each generation can be separated.

The children were all crammed into the temple and placed under Erda's care.

Then I will personally confront Nurgle!

Damn it, burning it once wasn't enough, was it? You almost gave my son psychological trauma?