Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Today's visit was pointless; the commotion ended so quickly, and it didn't satisfy my sister at all.

He wasn't sure; at this point, the older sister should be addressed as "woman" (space).

Chapter 293 The Mortalian is reborn, and the cursed Logar is about to be born! (3K)

"No need to disturb her. My sister has guards I hired at great expense. The fighting has stopped. You can check the goods and make sure there are no missing items."

"We will send someone else to the king's location to keep a close eye on the journey. As soon as martial law is lifted, we will set off immediately."

Lessarre's uncle, Hodl, had a hint of envy in his eyes.

Why isn't anyone attacking me?

Although only the lives of the next generation are useful to them, it is also a pleasure to completely possess the lives of others for no reason, since life will eventually return to the Mother Goddess.

He was merely performing this task ahead of schedule; the children of the Mother Goddess should share this burden.

The idea is that if everyone in the world devours their own offspring, and traces back along their respective bloodlines, they will eventually return to a single starting point.

Mother Goddess!

When all the lives born from you return, you will have eternal life!

Meanwhile, in Nurgle Gardens.

The enormous hand, which had been simmering in the pot for who knows how long, stopped shaking the decaying wooden spoon and seemed to sense something new rushing into the ever-flowing river of life.

No, these things did happen, but they occurred in the very early stages of all civilizations.

Although time has no meaning for the Chaos Gods, their will can still distinguish what has happened.

Have you awakened the "feminine" side within yourself?

Haha, yet some lives see themselves as mothers.

The loving father couldn't help but let out a heartfelt laugh.

This was only the second time the benevolent father had laughed since the plague war; the first time was when Vashtor lost money and the evil steel fell.

Even the most wicked person cannot escape the skill of reading between the lines.

Seeing their great father so happy, the demons, who had been suppressing their emotions for so long, were finally able to shake off their previous gloom and happily greeted him with all sorts of mouths on their bodies.

The only ones who were truly happy from beginning to end were probably the Nurgles, whose minds were not exactly strong. They danced on their father's enormous body, treating it as their playground.

Even the antlers of newly born deer, passing through the gaping mouths and stomachs of hunger, finally reach the root of life's reproduction, and one by one jump into the pot, where they sing peacefully.

(This should be a tag for major animation studios; they could sing and dance like this, based on a movie scene.)

Even as the soup in the pot corrodes their already decaying bodies, their pitiful consciousness is being eroded, and they don't care.

As the non-existent song reached its climax, a moth wing finally floated up from the boiling soup in the large pot.

The loving father spoke with joy, his belly trembling, believing that being hailed as a mother was a very good omen.

"My son, you have finally been reborn!"

"Bring me your armor! My son, I give you all life in this world!"

"Send the order! Send the order! Summon my son's children, his army!"

"Today, a feast will be held in the garden!"

Bang!

A hand reaches out from the soup and slaps the surface of the water:

"Wait! The great revenge has not yet been avenged; how can now be the time for celebration?"

Mortarion's perfect body, blessed by countless lives, was being born from this furnace crucible, and judging from his tone alone, he seemed much more resolute than before.

How dare he speak out against his loving father's will?

"I need a poison, my lord."

Mortarian then spoke, standing amidst that endless, immortal life.

In the earliest occult alchemy, the crucible was the container for the birth of new elements.

From this perspective, Mortarion could indeed call Nurgle his mother.

The loving father readily agreed:

“Speak, my love for you is unique in the world.”

With its magnificent moth wings unfolded, the angel, symbolizing decay and death, took flight, reaching a height where it could look the benevolent father in the eye, and revealed his sinful schemes.

It is said that on this day, the father's laughter echoed from the black wooden house in the garden all the way outside the garden, causing the entire subspace to tremble.

All the previous methods of finding ways to combat the plague from mysterious divine revelations were blocked, with not a single one leaking out.

Even the Eldar prophets, who knew the oldest secrets, were worried about the safety of the Goddess of Life.

But if we think about it the other way around, if this time the Father's poison did not harm life as understood by wisdom, then the Goddess of Life did not give any new revelation.

"Ah! What arrogant laughter! How corrupt! I don't want to hear it!"

"I don't want to hear your words!"

Anda, from before Christ, was covering his ears and banging his head against the wall. What on earth had he heard laughing while he was investigating the filth?

Then the scattered golden fleece exploded and nothing was left. This was not the main part of the curse, but just a side quest.

Sigh, if only he had known, he should have gone straight to find his son; that's definitely the most important place.

By jumping into the cesspool and stirring things up, he only managed to save a useless person and incidentally kill his son's classmate's mother.

He had told Erda to proceed slowly and not to be reckless, but he didn't know how he would explain it later.

But since no one is bothering us now, we might as well just wait here for Helios to grow out.

He's going to start a psionic recording, which is a magical tool that will be used later.

After the ups and downs of the past few months, Anda has gradually become more open-minded. He deeply understands that in order to deal with his brothers and sisters, he must leave some leverage over them.

Let's start with this weakest noob.

As for the difficulties Erda encountered, he could only express his regret, since he wasn't good at persuading others, otherwise there wouldn't have been so many troubles in the future.

Anyway, his eldest son was right there; he could just leave him to him. Besides, Anda wasn't really abandoning the situation. He secretly sent a telepathic message to Marum, instructing the Ultramarines to take Angron there at top speed.

Even if Aaron can't handle it, with Marum's standard Ultra Warrior eloquence, at least the entire nation of Macedonia will be so angry they'll vomit blood.

Since they're going to be conquered by Rome anyway, they might as well be thoroughly humiliated by Rome in space once and for all.

Anda kicked around the furnishings, piling them up to make a bed he could lie down on, and then went to sleep inside.

Meanwhile, outside the temple, the Queen Mother was furious. Those supposedly devoted temple servants, who supposedly gave everything to the gods, had run away so quickly when the threat arrived.

She even wanted to take some hostages to threaten them.

"Look at these people who are truly disrespectful to God, the people of Macedonia!"

“Today you have witnessed with your own eyes how these servants of God have turned their backs on their glory and faith! They are not believers; we are the ones who are truly loved by God!”

But her critical thinking and eloquence were indeed impressive; she quickly seized upon this point and began to develop her argument.

Aaron even wondered if his son's drunken attempt to win a war, which failed, led him to jump into the lake because of his mother's sharp tongue.

Your mother forced you to do it; it has nothing to do with my mother.

Some people expressed their dissatisfaction, as the temple's efficacy was widely known. Some respected elders suggested that a divine oracle should be performed.

Since the fate of the temple must be decided, let the gods decide.

But as soon as they said these words, the guards imprisoned them on the spot and pushed them to the front.

"God? What god? Their god!"

"The only God in this world, the only Mother—"

"Gaia!"

The indistinct echoes from the Queen Mother's carriage sounded like the striking of an ancient cauldron.

"The only mother, Gaia, is suffering in vain! People of Macedon, the gods passed down from Athens are nothing but petty men who have stolen power!"

"Everyone knows that Macedonia has a temple to the sun god, but where is our majesty and authority? We have the power to conquer any country in the world, even Athens! But in religious rituals, we are their juniors? Are we going to just watch that weak city of Athens dominate the rituals?"

"We'll have to pay a huge price to satisfy the greedy desires of those so-called gods with just a word from the temple!"

“Now I will reveal the true grace to you, and push these believers of false gods forward! Erda! Listen to me!”

“If you don’t come out in a quarter of an hour, I will kill someone and offer him as a sacrifice to your so-called god.”

Aaron slapped his forehead. Oh no, he'd run into a real madman, and this madman was surprisingly organized.

He began to straighten his clothes and stepped forward, unsure if his supposed Hermes identity could fool everyone, since he couldn't conjure up any miraculous feats.

I also hope that my mouth can temporarily stop the chaos, or at least prevent death.

Lesaré grabbed Aaron's clothes impatiently:

"You...you're insane! You don't actually want to use those comforting words you used to tell me in front of a tyrannical ruler of a country, do you?"

Aaron's expression remained unchanged, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not just trying to comfort you; what I'm saying is true."

His expression at this moment was exactly the same as his lazy father's, the only difference being that one faced life with a smile, while the other lay down and smiled at life.

Influenced by Aaron's expression, Lessarre unconsciously loosened his grip, as if this smiling young man could truly stop the chaos.

Aaron continued forward, slowly making his way through the crowd, about to climb the steps and stand before the temple gate.

At that moment, a creaking sound came from inside the temple.

The door finally opened slowly.

The few remaining guards carried a sedan chair completely covered by a black veil, slowly moving it to the center.

Mother, I knew you wouldn't let these sins go unpunished.

Aaron was overjoyed and, without stopping, stepped forward to stand with his mother.

He knew his mother wasn't good with words, so he was the one to maintain these boundaries in his speech.