Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Was the false emperor so weak in his youth? He was even weaker than his own half-finished body that had descended into reality.

Rain Father couldn't help but laugh. What Lord of Mankind, what Cursed One?

You worthless bastard, watch as it humiliates this false emperor to the point of kneeling, to repay the kindness of your benevolent father!

The Rain Father laughed wildly, inflating and enlarging his body. The Queen Mother, as the host, had her skin ruptured, becoming a complete plaything of the demon, and transforming into an extremely terrifying image of a mother.

Human features can still be seen, but it has transcended the realm of life, and is easily mistaken by the locals as the Mother Goddess Gaia descending in person.

What to do now? They haven't provided an answer to the verbal debate just now.

Now they have to choose: the new gods who protect them, or the old gods who plunge them into suffering?

Only Erda leaned back in her chair, indifferent.

Luo Jia was about to dissipate when he asked urgently:

“Mother, this curse will affect the mothers of the area. Aren’t you worried that Uncle Helios will cause many deaths and injuries after killing the Great Demon?”

Erda fiddled with her nails and said without hesitation:

"No, we've known what kind of dish Helios is for a long time."

Chapter 297 Helios's Highlight Moment (3K)

"What do you mean by 'understanding the essence of psionic energy,' or 'I am the sun'?"

Erda smiled contemptuously: "Waste is waste. If he can be used to buy time and disperse pollution, then he has fulfilled his mission."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the enormous statue being swollen to the same size by Rain Father wielding a wooden spoon, staggering backward a few steps, and instantly falling into a disadvantageous position.

"Alright, I'll just watch the show first. You can go back to your own time and meet my future self when you have the chance. Leave things here to Mom."

Luo Jia was not an indecisive person; he nodded slightly and then left.

Before leaving, I added:

“I really feel that my father is nearby, there’s no doubt about it.”

His perception of the power of chaos is now extremely sensitive; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to quickly find the point in time when Nurgle threatened his mother within the long river of time.

Erda watched Loka disappear, a cold smile playing on his lips.

“Your father felt that he had fulfilled his duty by throwing Helios’s hand to him. He had no desire to fight a bunch of filth.”

On the battlefield ahead, Aaron found a flag, raised it, and guided the panicked people who were trying to escape into the temple in an orderly manner, instead of causing chaos.

Beside him, Lesaré rushed over, picked up the sword and shield from the ground, and banged them together to make a sound, helping to shout.

But their combined strength was far too small, until more and more young people gathered around Aaron to help guide the people.

They were all students of Master Di Luwen.

There were many onlookers today. Even though these people hadn't slept all night, the young people were in good spirits. Unexpectedly, they actually saw the statue of God come back to life and fight against the demon-possessed witch.

As for how the previous king died and what political conspiracies were involved, nobody cared at all.

In later legends, people will only remember that the statue of the god came to life.

With such a grand popcorn-themed special effect scene, who cares about the story or meaning behind it?

The fellow apprentices had sharp eyes, and it was quite remarkable that they had such keen eyesight while working with the master carving late into the night. They managed to find their junior apprentice who was helping people amidst the chaos.

So they all rushed over together.

As for Aaron?

It's normal for a master to have so many unfamiliar disciples every day.

Thanks to the efforts of these people, many who were at risk of stampede were able to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Of course, there was also the reason why Helios, carrying the demon, noticed his nephew standing behind him and tried his best not to move the battle area there.

What can I, as an elder, do? I can only bear it.

"Erda, Erda, come save me! I can't win! I was wrong!"

Helios called out with all his might, but received only a cold response from Ilda;

"I want this 40/60 split, with you at 40%. Focus on weakening the opponent; this way, the curse it has inflicts on all living beings will gradually weaken. Otherwise, if I rashly kill it, and half the mothers in the city die, what will I become?"

"Widowmaker?"

Erda even shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back in her chair, watching with satisfaction as her eldest son rescued people below, completely oblivious to the battle between the giant statue and the demon.

"By the way, remember not to hit him in the face. That guy calls himself the future king, the true chosen one. Although the Macedonian expedition will not start with him, one of his future descendants will be named Alexander."

Erda's warning startled the statue, which was preparing to punch the demon in the chin, causing it to suddenly pull back and lose its balance. It was then struck by a solid abdominal punch from Rain Father, which sent it flying backwards.

Helios couldn't help but mutter curses;

"I can't fight this, I can't fight that, and nobody's coming to help me!"

"This damn world, what's the point of saving it? I'm not saving it anymore!"

Helios was filled with resentment, thinking that he was destined to be a hero, yet he was being treated like this.

At this moment, a huge tongue emerged from the demon's belly and wrapped around the statue's neck.

No, this thing is a rock. You're thinking of suffocating him?

Anda watched from a distance, taking his time to offer his comments.

If the statue and the monster opposite it were larger, and the statue had a light on its chest, the visual effect would be even more perfect.

Anda was watching the show, while Helios was in excruciating pain. The giant tongue was too close to the idol's nostrils, and the stench was overwhelming.

He's in so much pain! He wants to destroy the world!

Until a childish voice reached my ears:

"Uncle Helios, keep it up!"

It was Angron, the child was sitting on Marum's shoulders, shouting loudly.

They had just arrived, clearly because Anda hadn't agreed on a time when he secretly informed them, which was why they were late.

Or perhaps it's a characteristic of the Extreme Warrior?

Angron's eyes turned a brilliant crimson, not the death and silence represented by the flow of dark blood.

It is not the burning passion of youth, but the boundless, surging enthusiasm of life!

Initially, it was the children, who were sheltered by the adults, who felt these emotions and joined Angron in speaking out, encouraging the sun god who protected them.

Those voices were young, even somewhat weak, but they shouted with unwavering determination:

"Helios, keep it up!"

The surging waves eventually converged, urging the statue of Helios to muster its courage, stand upright once more, and face its enemy.

Marum whispered a suggestion:

“Your Highness, you can secretly use your psychic powers to tell Mr. Helios that people will only think this is the resurrection of the sun god's statue, not the real god. Therefore, the previous defeats will not be attributed to the true power of the god.”

Anglo repeats these words, dispelling Helios's last doubts.

That's right, I'm just fighting while attached to a stone statue, not my original body.

Moreover, his own body was shattered and had not yet fully recovered.

If the complete form arrives, it will definitely be able to easily crush this little devil!

Helios's faith was strengthened, and the radiance of the sun on his body grew ever more intense, not only rivaling the abundance and corruption of the Rain Father, but even showing signs of suppressing the past and letting the sunlight dispel the haze and rain.

"Helios, keep it up!"

"Apollo, come on—sorry, I got it wrong. Helios, good luck!"

More and more people joined the cry, for they were in the Temple of the Sun, under divine protection, and only this miraculous deity could save them from their suffering.

Now, far removed from pollution, the ugliness of that filthy demon has severely damaged the Macedonians' psychological defenses.

It's not that the Athenian cultural circle was inherently evil; most of it was evil within the framework of universal dualism.

It's a very stereotypical view; most of their conspiracies and schemes involve nothing more than poisoning or sacrificing a beautiful princess.

I've never seen any demon play with such filthy and corrupt things!

This evil of pollution must never be allowed to become the mainstream of human culture!

Except for exceptional cases of abnormality, as long as they don't emerge, no one will care.

Therefore, the Macedonian people, determined not to let future generations know that they had seen excrement that had become spirits, shouted loudly and conveyed their will to the statue of the sun god.

Why are the myths of Athens and Sparta filled with demigod heroes, but in my world, they're just a pile of shit?

Today this demon must die at the hands of the sun god, and must not be allowed to turn Macedonia into a corrupt and deadly land!

The statue calmly swung its fist, blocking the wooden spoon that the demon was attacking. This time, it was no longer forced to retreat.

From the stone sculpture in front of him, Yu's father felt a surge of power, which forced his arm back step by step.

"I am revered as the Sun God."

Helios's tone was calm and composed, no longer the exhausted, dissolute man he once was.

Do you know what the sun is?

"Stars are the most powerful energy sources in the entire universe."

“According to Neos, I call it the Solar Fist!”

Haa—

The statue clenched its fist, completely suppressing all its brilliance, as if holding the sun in its hand, yet revealing no energy reaction, completely compressed.

Helios swung his fist heavily, using his other hand to push aside Rain Father's arm, and aimed straight for the demon's chest.

The fist slammed directly into the demon's body, followed by a burst of golden light.

The sun explodes!

Bang!

From behind the Great Demon's body, a massive wave of filth erupted, shattering its numerous parts, which were then swept away by the energy.