Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 295 Loka's Words, Rain Father Reappears, "Abundant" Macedonia (3K)

After Luo Jia finished speaking, he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He had been rehearsing all of this for a long time, and he had prepared corresponding explanations for the four gods and even the fifth god (don't ask who the fifth one is, of course it's Vashtor).

Nurgle's approach, haha, it's just rejecting all possibilities for the future.

Because from now on, there's no need to worry about future changes or stagnation in the present.

There is also a so-called god who loves all living beings and provides protection—

It's a joke. It just deprives you of the ability to feel torment and pain, so that you remain indifferent when it continues to torment you.

Although freedom and rights belong to all living beings, this very thing is the greatest form of unfreedom. And ironically, it is one of the fundamental logics of this universe.

So what should we do? Repair the network?

Haha, Father thought he could just hide.

Loka is different; He wants to confront these bastards head-on.

The Queen Mother roared:

"Nonsense! The Mother Goddess loves everyone! How could she possibly tolerate the suffering of her children!"

"The Mother Goddess will grant eternal life to all children!"

Luo Jia spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Yes, then explain why your mother goddess's love has different levels. Isn't that the greatest inequality?"

"The end of one generation's life and the growth of a new generation, in a continuous cycle, is true equality. Yet you attempt to stop fate in one place and allow it to become corrupt."

"Time does not stand still, but you are unwilling to move forward, and therefore you suffer."

"Imagine your life stops progressing, but your bodies begin to age and decay, eventually turning into rotting bones. At that time, you are still alive and can clearly feel maggots gnawing through the gaps in your muscles, and flies swarming around the food residue inside your torn stomachs that has been digested for who knows how long."

"And in order to escape such pain, you can only believe in an evil god, abandon the perception of pain, and willingly believe that this is normal?"

Logar was no longer just addressing a mere demon; he was questioning Nurgle.

However, the Father is now delighted with Mortalian's rebirth, and since His ways have been followed for hundreds of millions of years, they will not be broken by this "small" question.

Only the Rain Father remained, somewhat flustered, pondering how to respond to this question that directly addressed the essence of their beliefs.

“Son, well done. You managed to argue back without swearing, just by stating your reasoning. Our generation doesn’t have that ability. We always lose arguments, so we either fight or hide.”

Erda chuckled and praised her child.

But then I came to my senses and realized something was wrong:

"Then what about us immortals? It seems that according to your theory, we are also among those who are to be defeated?"

Loka said calmly, "That's not important. We can talk about immortals later. My initial conclusion is that immortals are a tool to help this universe return to normal."

"I asked Magnus and Peturabo to review their records and learned that the Eldar seem to have their own gods, directly located in the Pantheon. But they failed to achieve their goal of saving civilization. Humans, on the other hand, possess immortal beings. This time, being born among humans may be this world's continuous attempt to save itself and correct its mistakes."

Erda was delighted, and her face lit up with happiness.

"So you mean if we achieve our goal, we can die? That would be amazing. I'd die with your brother then. I've lived all these years and never really felt like I had any life goal."

"Alas, humans can be stubborn and obstinate at times. I originally thought my mission was to help human civilization grow. But I later discovered that most of their achievements have nothing to do with me. The divine pronouncements I gave were nothing more than psychological comfort."

"Sometimes, I really wish I were dead, so I could finally live in peace. Hahaha, but don't worry, I have to live until you are all born, raise you, and until you achieve great things and save humanity, then I'll think about how I can die."

This was the first time Erda had opened up; she was older than many immortals and had pondered much more.

Deeply moved, Luo Jia firmly stated:

"Rest assured, if the universe returns to normal in the future, and the immortals finish their mission and are willing to die, I will assist them."

Erda reached out, trying to pat the illusory image of her son beside her:

"Don't talk nonsense. Leave this to me and your dad. If they don't want to, we'll take care of it ourselves and then end it all."

Luo Jia was somewhat flustered and hurriedly said;

"The premise is that the immortals wreak havoc on the world at that time. If they were just content to be ordinary people and experience life again and again, I wouldn't need to target them."

Erda's beautiful eyes were gentle and soft, as if she were recalling the past:

"It's alright, it's Mom and Dad who are targeting them."

Loka coughed a few times, skipped the topic, and began to urge the crowd to evacuate:

"All living beings, do you want the unchanging and even corrupt present, or a future with infinite possibilities, a future that even fate cannot determine!"

The opposing side always uses the tragic fate of the gods to talk about things, so I will point out that it is precisely because there is a future that fate has the opportunity to change, thus giving birth to endless possibilities.

But if we are truly left to remain unchanged forever in this day, then our fate is truly sealed, and there will be no more change.

(Tzeentch: Yessyes, I will bless Teeth!)

What do you say when you're going to deal with Tzeentch in the future?

Never mind that, we'll see when we encounter it.

Lorca launched his final attack:

"You are ruled by kings and by power! What have the gods in heaven ever asked of you?"

"If the temple collapses today and the gods are disgraced, where will the shadows clinging to your skies lead you?"

"Our late king was brave and valiant, with lofty aspirations, and never dishonored the gods. Today, this wicked woman has brought chaos, killed her son to gain fame, and offered herself up in utter despair. Her crime deserves death!"

"People of Macedonia, will you submit to the sorceress, or will you reclaim your glory in the sight of the gods? Give your answer!"

His words were highly inflammatory and outspoken, directly framing the entire debate on Confucianism as a struggle for political power.

With the way that sorceress manipulated things, even if she wanted to spread the Nurgle faith, seizing power would be the easiest and quickest way.

Rumors of a so-called evil mother killing her son had been circulating among the public for some time, and this was not entirely unfounded.

Even the late king knew that his mother did not like the country and that the marriage was a political alliance.

Such gossip was naturally common knowledge in Macedonia.

Therefore, this sorceress is a re-enactment of the Medea disaster!

It's even possible that she was responsible for the old king's death.

Now you've killed your father and your son; you're going to ruin Macedonia!

Medea at least killed her mistress and her own son, and then ran away without any mercy, so that the people were spared the harm.

You wicked woman, you're dragging the whole country into the abyss! You abandon our gods, whom we know well, and insist on going back to worship your mother goddess Gaia.

Damn it, kill him!

These subsequent developments, including people's speculations about the witch's love affairs, were not caused by Loga, but rather by the spontaneous recollections and associations of the Macedonian people.

And the conclusion is drawn through continuous information hints and reasoning!

Even the army, with shields and spears raised and ready for battle, had to turn around to look, lest the king's carriage be struck.

In theory, they were stationed here in the name of the new King Philip I.

Rather than the Queen Mother who is issuing commands.

A thin, sweaty hand reached out from the curtain of the king's carriage, laboriously untied a corner, and a shout came out;

"Help, help me—"

That was the new king.

The next moment, people watched as the new king's body seemed to be grasped by some giant hand and brought back into the curtain.

From the shadowy image seen from the outside of the curtain, the Queen Mother sat serenely, motionless.

There was no change in the new king.

Those who happened to have seen the corner of the curtain being lifted and glimpsed the truth were horrified and collapsed to the ground in panic.

"Monster! It's a monster!"

"They are the offspring of Gaia, the offspring of Typhon! Those monsters have come seeking revenge, they want to take revenge on the gods in the heavens!"

"Myths are all true. The underworld beneath the earth is not a kingdom for the dead, but a place to suppress the ancestors of the gods!"

Panic ensued, and all sorts of rumors swirled around the crowd. At least everyone realized that the Queen Mother in the chariot was not human.

Luo Jia then said loudly:

"Macedonian soldiers, your king is being tormented by a demon! Why are you rushing to his rescue?"

The soldiers who had surrounded Erda's throne hesitated. Then an old general hardened his heart, turned around, drew his bronze sword, and shouted to protect the king.

If I can kill the witch, whether she is a demon or not, I will become the true master who controls the young king and rules the country!

This is definitely not a losing proposition, let's do it!

Aaron, amidst the chaos and impending collapse of the crowd, gritted his teeth, looked around, and searched for something conspicuous enough.

He had to find a way to quell the chaos, lest people trample each other and cause trouble before the monster even made its move.

Loka whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, brother. I guess Father is on his way. He can always do something."

Aaron frowned. "Little brother, you really are a little brother. Where did you get the idea that some old man would come to help?"

"Hahaha—mortals, you have made the most terrible choice, rejecting the love of your benevolent father."

A heavy sound came from inside the king's carriage, and the support structure that had been holding the carriage up shattered and crashed to the ground.

The supporting pillars were broken and dust was billowing everywhere.

A bloated body, covered by collapsed objects, is using its thick arms to lift the covering.

First, a cluster of wet, thriving antlers, covered with damp cloth, came into view.

But that's all. The body beneath it is not the demon itself, but the corrupted giant form of the Queen Mother of the King, magnified several times, with former handmaids embedded in various places.

The enormous mouth crammed the new king inside, speaking through his bewildered face:

"But it doesn't matter, no one can refuse a loving father's love forever. I, Rothigs, will bring you abundance!"

Chapter 296 I am the sun! Don't grow to gigantic size unless necessary (3K)