Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Perhaps it was a former king who died a martyr.

People whispered among themselves, sharing their speculations, as long as they weren't caught talking loudly by the guards.

Lessaré also stopped throwing stones; he had thrown seven times so far, each time hitting the mark on the tombstone.

It seems that next time someone will have to be behind the wheel and manipulate things to give Lesaré a chance to escape his fate.

However, at this very moment, fate intervened, and the Macedonians arrived to cause trouble.

After repeated failures, Lessaré could no longer muster any enthusiasm.

"Aaron, do you think I've been chosen by Hades and am doomed to die?"

Lessaré held back his tears and tried to appear strong.

My mother doesn't like people who cry all the time.

Aaron patiently comforted him, shaking his head and saying:

"That's impossible. Look, the people at the temple are trying to save you."

Lessaré was even more sorrowful:

“It was more like torture, forcing me to witness my own death time and time again. It seems I really am a descendant of Jason, and the sun god Helios will not let us go.”

Aaron was also somewhat worried. Did they really have to find Uncle Helios to appear before everyone now?

However, Aaron changed his mindset and was already looking forward to how his mother would single-handedly berate the Macedonian royal family and make these sycophantic scoundrels back down!

He was already nervously rubbing his hands, calling for Lessaré to come with him, telling them not to think about the omen of Hades' tombstone for the time being.

Perhaps the gods are busy with work today, and the oracle wheel they set up is malfunctioning.

Lesarre was an honest kid who was good at accepting the status quo; everyone dies eventually, it's just a matter of when.

But today's excitement isn't something you can see every day. If you miss it because you're crying and sobbing, you'll truly regret it even if you die.

The hall was silent, save for the Queen Mother's command to her guards to enter the temple.

All eyes turned toward the inner gate of the temple, each anticipating something.

Hurry, hurry, they want to see women fighting and cursing!

A severe beating is best!

Especially the priestess of the god and the king's mother slapping each other and pulling each other's hair!

If I could see this scene, even if I were ordered to be silenced today, it would be worth dying for!

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the temple attendants exchanged glances, and then—

Ran.

That's right, they methodically took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain to escape through side paths.

The temple doors remained tightly shut, which the Queen Mother interpreted as the priestess picking her nose and flicking out boogers in a provocation.

Aaron stood confidently in the crowd, waiting for the situation to turn around, but his mother didn't even open the door.

Is this because the mother is too arrogant and disdains to fight with ordinary women?

That's true. Given my mother's temper, if she were provoked, Macedonia would probably rain down knives again today.

This time, there was no warning.

Aaron's thought process can still temporarily explain away his mother's behavior.

If the person handling this matter is the father, then there's absolutely no need to think too much about whether he's really slacking off.

"You traitor know you are committing treason and have blasphemed the glory of the sun god!"

The Queen Mother shouted, as if the King's nephew beside her were merely a token for her to issue orders.

"Shutting out the great Macedonian legions was the worst choice you ever made! Is this also a revelation from the great god?"

"Macedonian soldiers (cackling sounds: loud swallowing and slapping of lips), charge! Capture this witch who twists the oracle!"

Aaron wasn't surprised by the language, but his mind was focused on the "quack" sound.

It sounded like a large frog croaking, mixed with sticky mucus, or like a bubble about to burst, its barrier constantly inflating and contracting.

That was not human; a demon had descended upon the world.

Bang!

A bowl fell to the ground, perhaps accidentally dropped by a maidservant who was serving the master behind the carriage curtains, or perhaps because she had witnessed something terrible.

But no one paid attention to this scene except Aaron. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the veil and see the poor man kneeling at the knee of a powerful malice.

Meanwhile, the common people focused on the Macedonian army's proud marching formation, especially since it was the first time a secular army had attacked the local temple.

Perhaps those watching the spectacle were genuinely anticipating divine punishment, as few dared to step forward to stop it.

If Anda were here, he would only think that this so-called phalanx was a pile of garbage, far inferior to the Roman legion phalanx that Olpeson would train in the future.

Perhaps the earliest practice of everyone lining up to charge at the enemy, or even the practice of both sides lining up to be shot in the early days of the firearms era, originated from this.

Anda would just think, what kind of nonsense is this?

We should find a few tough guys, equipped with the best gear, to storm deep into enemy territory and take out the enemy general.

So what was Adachi doing at this time?

He's looking for someone.

After successfully changing her mindset and choosing to escape, and after strictly ordering Anda to resolve the curse as soon as possible, Anda went to find Helios.

Let the sun god appear quickly and at least make the new king's army retreat.

He was even more worried that Erdavan might get too agitated and simply wipe out Macedonia. Then, the demons who destroyed the nation would truly be their family.

"Good brother, good brother, where have you hidden away at this time?"

As Anda walked through the streets and alleys, he no longer needed to cover his face, which showed that the curse had spread to a great extent.

It just hasn't erupted yet.

According to the habits of that Hulk faction, by the time people have finished gossiping, Macedonia will probably turn into a cesspool.

Yes, in the natural sense, a pit where feces accumulate as understood by humans.

Anda shuddered and quickened her pace, almost as if she had gone from being a community auntie to a security guard patrolling the gate.

He never actively sought out where Helios was hiding; he trusted in his own luck.

In the memories of the future, there was no mention of Macedonia, a relatively well-known cultural symbol, being physically tainted.

On the contrary, more than a thousand years later, hygiene habits in European countries were not very good.

Anda wandered along until he arrived at the camp where the caravan that Lessaré had been staying had stopped.

He hadn't even remembered the name of his son's temporary senior apprentice, Lessaré, last night; he only knew there was a caravan here and he happened to be hungry.

He grabbed some food that the caravans had prepared for the journey and ate it.

Paying money? This was something Anda had never even considered.

He munched on someone's flatbread—well, it was much better than what Anglong made—and didn't forget to grab a water bag of fruit wine while leaning against someone's donkey cart in the sun.

Listening to the whispers around him, Anda learned that the new king's army had launched an attack on the temple.

He hurriedly wiped his mouth, jumped up, and scooped up his spiritual energy into the shape of a large bell, shouting into it to echo back:

"Helios, get out here! You son of a bitch, all you do is hide, huh? You know you should come out the next day after the sun goes down!"

"If you don't show your face, I'll shave your head! The kind that includes the scalp!"

Anda was mainly afraid that he would fail in his mission. Erda came out and took back the hair that had finally grown back, so he had to make a threatening statement.

Until a weak voice came:

"Oh, my dear brother, please don't shout. I'm being suppressed by a curse. The thing is called Rotigus, who calls himself the Father of Rain and possesses women."

"Then why not call her Mother Rain or Sister Rain?"

"Oh dear, let's not talk about that. You should hurry up and find a way to get rid of this thing. It has blessed mortals with an object called the Golden Fleece."

"Oh dear, no—it stinks!"

Helios's voice suddenly became obscure and difficult to understand, as if it were coming through a thick layer of hair.

How could that good-for-nothing Rotigos have managed to kidnap Helios from their home and suppress him?

Anda frowned; he remembered this demon.

After all, it was the first large-scale manifestation of his future self involving a plague war, and all the named demons were on his list.

But when did this thing capture Helios?

Why doesn't he feel anything at all?

And Helios, how could you be so weak? I at least think that as an immortal human, you should be able to take down a great demon.

Such a poor result is a disgrace to humanity!

Anda, still fuming, followed the trail of Helios's reply and looked back, finally finding the message in the courtyard where the caravan had originally departed.

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to go in and grab the demon that was now either Rain Father or Rain Mother, and then twist its neck to the right.

They dared to kidnap my brother; I'll kill them first.

Anda seemed to have forgotten that he had previously considered sending Helios to the future in order to get revenge on Helios—or rather, to protect Helios from Anda.

Enjoy the same treatment as Poseidon.

He simply took off and rushed in, completely unlike his son's flawless stealth, ignoring the horrified and then furious stares of others.

Chapter 292 Anda's Struggle Against Nurgle (3K)

The world is a giant zero. Whether you are an intelligent individual or not, everything you do is ultimately meaningless and reduced to zero.

At least that's how Adachi felt at that moment.

He stormed into the heart of the camp and found Helios pinned down.

That tangled mess of countless terrifying, chaotic lights, a dizziness that makes you feel like your head and stomach should switch places just by looking at it, permeates every one of your five senses.