Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

If this is not done, it will be difficult to make Lessaré understand through reasoning that a good life needs to be created by himself.

Therefore, he first used his status as a divine child to stabilize the situation before beginning to explain various life principles.

Otherwise, he won't listen to anything right now, and all our efforts will be wasted.

Surprisingly, Lessarre still retained some semblance of rationality, waving his hands haphazardly:

“I understand your good intentions, Aaron, but the fact that you are the Son of God seems like a lie. These words cannot be spoken casually in the temple; it would be considered an act of blasphemy.”

Aaron chuckled coldly: "Those kings and lords often claim to be descendants of Zeus."

His smile grew increasingly eerie, carrying a terrifying power, as he reached out and patted Lessaré on the shoulder;

"Throw it again."

Lesare was terrified by Aaron's smile and retreated step by step, but he could not escape Aaron's large hand. He stammered:

"Here, you can only cast your divination once each time you seek an oracle; this is the rule of the temple."

Aaron shook his head and said, "There's no such rule for you today. If you don't believe me, I'll have someone ask you."

He waved to the people maintaining order at the temple; he recognized some of them—people who had accompanied his mother to Dhtu.

There was also one who served himself a fruit platter.

“Let this lost lamb be thrown again,” Aaron said earnestly, knowing all along that the ritual was designed by his mother to deliver oracles quickly and efficiently.

There's nothing sacred about it; its greatest function is simply to provide psychological comfort.

If the person I'm protecting doesn't even offer psychological comfort on their first throw, what use are they? I'm determined to make sure they get a good result today.

The temple servants, who truly understood that their mistress was Hera, naturally dared not disobey Aaron's demands.

It's still unknown whether this child is Hermes, although Hermes is not Hera's son either.

However, with the God King's family in such a chaotic state, who knows what they're really thinking? These mortals should just focus on their work.

A high priest waved his hand and brought over a basket full of stones:

"As you please."

Lessaré stared wide-eyed in disbelief. If secular monarchies could so arbitrarily assign the operation of temples, why would they bother with the death of a king?

"Can I really throw it again?"

The high priest glanced subtly at Aaron, who was smiling, and nodded, saying:

"This is a struggle between light and death/darkness. The gods have revealed that death must be banished today."

What kind of nonsense haven't these charlatans made up? If they don't even have the right to interpret scriptures, how can they be priests?

Aaron slapped Lessaré on the back:

"Begin, and we will banish the curse of death from you!"

He slowly backed away, approached the high priest, and whispered:

"If he fails to throw the disc after several attempts, remember to have someone tamper with it and control the disc from behind."

The chief priest simply nodded hurriedly, increasingly feeling that the young master's behavior was exactly the same as the mistress's.

Now I'm relieved. The high priest then extended an invitation:

“I can take you deep into the temple, where the mistress is holding a meeting to discuss the impact of the king’s death.”

Aaron shook his head: "I believe Mother can handle this beautifully. I'll just stay here and focus on my friends."

Unlike the unreliable father, the mother will surely be able to resolve these issues smoothly, follow the clues, and remove the curse of the "angry mother."

It would be best to show that demon who the real "Angry Mother" is.

Aaron thought this way, but Erda did not.

She sat regally in the main seat, with a tall statue of the sun god behind her, though his face was covered.

The wisps of smoke rising from the nearby braziers, which should have calmed the mind, now seemed rather irritating.

Her advisors and confidants offered rather strange solutions, the best being to assassinate the Queen Mother that very night.

They add some clanging and banging special effects and claim it's because the country's royal family is disrespectful to God.

Anyway, once lightning strikes, people are turned into charred remains, so there's no way to refute it.

Erda wondered if this was really a good idea. Just as she was about to conjure lightning with her hands, she heard the voice transmission from the man in her house.

That belongs to the Chaos Demons; don't lose your temper and throw lightning around recklessly.

To avoid the entire city's inhabitants dying along with them.

It is currently unknown how many people the demon has spread its power to.

In other words, Anda was quite attentive, as he made the call promptly.

If it had been any later, perhaps by now, due to the continuous effect of Erda's psionic lightning, all the mothers of Macedonia would have already gone to meet Hades with the demon.

People would then spread the rumor that Hera was probably insane, suspecting that all the mothers of Macedon might be Zeus's lovers, which is why she killed them.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

Anda comforted her lover, telling her to calm down. They had already identified several of the most significant entities associated with the curse, and they would find out what had happened that night.

So what bothers Erda most right now isn't how to deal with the demon curse, but how to respond when the Queen Mother, whom she can't kill, comes to confront her.

Aside from tearing someone's mouth apart, she doesn't actually have much experience arguing with other women.

This is even reflected in the fact that Erda can't pronounce many of the foul language used in tantrums and swearing.

All she's ever done in her life is kill people, sob sob—

Erda couldn't help but start thinking about another serious possibility: quitting.

Until the problem is resolved, she hangs up a sign of truce, ignoring everyone who comes to her, claiming that the Sun God has returned and is currently interpreting divine pronouncements.

As long as I don't have any contact with you, it won't cause me any psychological burden!

But if I do that, wouldn't I be just like that useless person at home?

Erda, unable to make up her mind, dialed back through the psionic communication system and told Anda about her concerns.

So, if any neighbors were home near Aaron's rented house, they might hear an old man's loud, arrogant laughter.

Who would have thought that Erda would one day need to seek her own advice? It seems that the time has come for her to turn the tables and become the master of her own destiny!

Anda began to meticulously recount his past methods of escapism, which, though shameful, were very effective, but he intentionally or unintentionally omitted the part about raising a son to avoid upsetting Erda.

After being persuaded by Anda, Erda finally made up her mind.

I'm not going to care!

She spoke in a deep voice:

"Starting at noon today, the temple will be closed and will no longer receive any visitors."

"Hopefully that crazy woman won't go so far as to send troops to attack. If such a disaster occurs, you should scatter and flee for your lives, and don't even think about fighting back."

"You can come back after you hear that things have calmed down."

She was also afraid that these mortals she had raised from childhood would get carried away and go out to fight the Queen Mother's army.

After settling everything in, Erda dismissed everyone and began to meditate and process the messages that Anda had conveyed.

One mouth and one belly.

They were all just rotten, oozing pus, and bloated in a disgusting way.

If we must say it's not life, then it's more accurate to say that the life force liberated by this posture is far more abundant.

But it's absolutely impossible for humans to accept such a life form.

Although Erda and Anda sometimes went too far in their games, tearing each other's intestines and hearts out, leaving blood everywhere.

Erda couldn't help but wonder how her future, intelligent sons would react to these problems.

She reached out and summoned a piece of wood to fall, which she then carved into the image of the Khan.

Chagatai, how will you conquer this land?

Erda had no idea that she actually had a future son right beside her.

Angron.

It's probably because nobody wants a little kid to take on responsibility, and given the signs that Angron is destined to be a chef, there's no need to entrust him with any important tasks.

Around noon, the new king's guards arrived as scheduled. They had allowed people to come to the temple earlier in the morning, all for this moment, so that many citizens could witness firsthand the suppression of the temple's authority.

This also further expanded the new king's authority, making people realize that their leader had changed.

A magnificent sedan chair appeared out of place among the guards.

The Queen Mother and the new King were seated there.

Behind the palanquin was the coffin being pulled by the king's carriage, but it had no lid.

The body of the drowned king was laid out there.

Chapter 291 Rain of Revenge: Parents (3K)

"Gods above, why do you deceive humankind and lead our great king to his death?"

"It must be the priest who misinterpreted the divine message and used it to settle personal scores! That has led to the death of my son and the passing of the king!"

The Queen Mother rebuked loudly, and the guards around her, who had already been deployed to maintain order, ensured that only this one voice was heard.

All Macedonians knew that the king had pursued the temple priestess, who was indeed a beautiful woman.

However, he never succeeded, so he eventually gave up.

But really not many people think that this can actually be used as a reason?

Throughout history, kings who sought temple priests or even forcibly seized them have never fared well.

Not to mention that the king only pursued his ambitions for a while and suffered setbacks before focusing on his own achievements.

Despite the bizarre logic pieced together from these reasons, it still couldn't prevent those who remained here from simply watching the drama unfold.

For Macedonia to become powerful, the divine authority that binds it must also be broken.