Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Because of her skin condition, my mother now always appears in public sitting in that black sedan chair.

No one dared to utter a word of complaint, and some even wished they would never see Erda.

To prevent this priest from now holding great power and killing them on the spot if he sees them in the eye and doesn't like them!

Theocracy usually kills people without reason; if someone accuses you of blasphemy, then you are blaspheming.

Erda is now in a pavilion, guarded only by her loyal servants.

Upon arrival, the fifth brother found a spot on the nearby royal meadow and began eating and drinking by the lake.

This is its wine and bread, much tastier than human food.

Aaron sat down by the pavilion, looking in the direction his mother was looking, and listening to her laughing.

He looked over curiously and saw that there were women beating their children on the lake and on the bridge opposite.

Many naughty kids insist on lying down to play in the water, with most of their bodies almost falling in.

Some people were throwing stones into the water and then running around on both sides of the boat, jumping around.

It wasn't about jumping down, but rather jumping up so that your body would slam against the sides of the boat, watching it rock or bounce up and down.

Then many waves were splashed on him, and he laughed happily.

This situation is not good news for mothers who take their children out.

They had expected to have a refined and elegant occasion where they could talk about beautiful scenery and chat about life.

However, the noise of the surrounding children, even their own, annoyed the mothers, so they decided to vent their anger by hitting the children.

As the beatings continued, people noticed that even some wealthy women, when beating their children, were no different from ordinary village women in their violent outbursts.

When people fight, they can at least exchange ideas and see what kind of trouble their own kids have gotten into.

After this exchange, I was surprised to discover a number of troubles that the children had caused that I had not previously noticed.

Enraged, the shouts of the children on the lake, which had been filled with playful joy, turned into terrified cries.

Anyway, Erda quite enjoyed watching these things, and laughed out loud:

“I never hit you when you were little, and I bet your father never did either. He was just too lazy to discipline his child, so he simply ignored him. Luckily, you were a good kid, which saved us a lot of trouble.”

Aaron sensed something amiss. He looked at the faces of those mothers, which resembled those of evil gods. Their once noble and beautiful, kind faces, once radiating maternal love, were now contorted with rage and ferocity, as if the curse of the "Angry Mothers" had not yet been lifted.

I couldn't help but speak:

"It seems that even without the curse, a mother's anger can be quite terrifying. By the way, Mother, has the curse truly been completely eradicated?"

Aaron was worried that there might be some strange residue left behind.

After all, Uncle Helios and his father were both thick-skinned. After killing the big one, they didn't care about the little ones who might be completely harmless and wouldn't turn their mothers into murderous monsters, but rather make them more irritable and beat their children.

Anyway, they're not children anymore, and they're naturally happy to see each new generation of human children being beaten up as they grow up.

After all, when other people spank their children, they like to lean against the threshold and wall, laugh wildly, and from time to time comment on whether the direction and intensity of the spanking is wrong.

Or perhaps those howls weren't loud enough; it seems there's no remorse, and more force is needed.

Erda understood Aaron's concerns and said:

"I know those two aren't exactly cautious people. Don't worry, I've already sent people to patrol all over Macedonia. If any escapees get caught, they'll come back."

Aaron nodded, a new idea forming in his mind:

“Mother, we now know that the curse has taken the form of the Mother Goddess Gaia. So, could the existing Gaia faith become a cover for the curse? The main body of the demon is dead, but these little troubles will only cause more harm if left unchecked.”

Upon hearing this, Erda smiled with delight:

“You’ve got it, Aaron. That’s right. The result of the generational transfer of power is the complete demise of the other side. I will immediately petition the king to purge all followers of the Gaia faith throughout the country. If anyone resists, kill them all!”

"In this way, regardless of whether they are true believers in Chaos or not, they will all die!"

Aaron took a deep breath, knowing his mother was joking, and sighed helplessly.

"Then forget it. However, I guess you've already found some clues, otherwise you wouldn't be saying these things."

Erda nodded, genuinely pleased this time. His son was quite clever. Erda waved his hand, and a servant brought over a simple, antique-looking pottery bottle.

"It is said that Gaia created the Bottle of Life to protect Uranus, the earliest god, from corruption. I strongly suspect that the previous curse was able to break through the limitations of this peaceful era and reach us through such an object."

Chapter 304 I told you the Empire's truth was right, the Seven Hammer Amulet Sign (3K)

"So, is this the real deal?"

Aaron asked curiously, noting that the bottle seemed rather "modern" to him.

These objects are completely unlike anything I've come to understand as creations of people from the oldest era.

Erda simply nodded confidently: "It is indeed genuine. I have a considerable collection of artifacts created by shamans and wizards from ancient times. They were not immortal beings, but they were indeed psychics who existed before our generation of gods."

Aaron took a deep breath and said firmly, "Then let's smash it. Since it's not a good thing, there's no point in keeping it."

Erda had just finished marveling at her son's intelligence, remarking that he was indeed her bloodline.

How did it suddenly switch back to Adachi's style of getting bogged down in details?

Oh well, Adachi is the man I chose, there's nothing I can do about it.

She used her psychic powers to bind the bottle, chanting ancient myths:

"After protecting the oldest god Uranus, the waters of the Bottle of Life flowed to the earth and created the first humans."

"It can even repair damaged divinity, and it holds a sacred status among the Titans."

Then the psionic energy shattered, and the bottle landed in Aaron's arms. Erda sneered:

"Actually, the original shamans discovered that drinking boiled water would greatly increase the tribe's survival rate. Anyway, it's all a mess. The logic behind these things is what your father called 'scientific truth,' and there was absolutely no interference from the will of the subspace."

"But alas—"

Aaron continued, following these words:

"However, the oldest humans, those on the eve of transforming the world, still retain the most chaotic and natural fears, instinctively believing that some divine power is attached to them. Therefore, these things have indeed become divine."

Erda nodded; these were principles they had discussed earlier when they talked about the Gaia legend.

The oldest primitive humans had little fear of birth, aging, sickness, and death; they were more inclined to associate with animals.

Humanity, having established its own stable mythology, now keeps a respectful distance from strange powers, and the secular world is still under human control.

It is said that in the more distant future, people will have fully understood the laws governing natural changes and will measure everything according to scientific standards; that will be the most prosperous era of human civilization.

(Adachi: Yessyes, don't ask me why I say this, the Empire's truth is right!)

Only those caught in the middle, whose wisdom is awakened but insufficient to explain everything, have created countless bizarre beings in their minds.

The earliest psionicists, shamans, and wizards had a deeper understanding of the warp because of their psionic talents.

Perhaps the demons had already noticed the vulnerable race on this remote planet back then.

"Alright, tonight is a banquet. You should go out and find some playmates of your own age, preferably girls. Although your father said he would help you with your marriage, I don't think he has very good taste."

“Leave the remnants of these curses to Mother. This is the responsibility I, as a priest of Macedonia, should bear.”

Erda took the bottle back, planning to ask Anda for help if she couldn't solve the problem herself.

Today, I'm just showing Aaron how dedicated I am as a mother, a stark contrast to Anda's role as a father!

Erda cleverly realized that in Aaron's eyes, she seemed to be a pretty positive person.

Therefore, she resolved to maintain this impression as much as she could, since it would only last for six hundred years anyway.

Being a good person for six hundred years isn't difficult.

Let Aaron die in peace, and after he dies, I'll hang Anda up and whip him.

Sigh, sometimes I really envy ordinary people. If there are no drastic changes, ordinary people can live out their lives peacefully and smoothly face their fate of death.

This is exactly the ending that these immortals longed for.

My son, I've heard you say that tens of thousands of years from now, humanity will face a great catastrophe.

The other children will fight for this, and gather under the command of that old bastard, your father.

How could she bear to let her intelligent sons be commanded by this good-for-nothing? Wouldn't that mean the end of humanity?

Erda firmly believes that when that moment arrives in the future, she will personally step in to help humanity emerge from the shadows!

The key point is that she was looking forward to that moment, to seeing the Aaron of the past appear before her.

In this way, her child would essentially live forever within this wonderful six hundred years, and as long as he had the will, he could go to the future to see his family.

Aaron said goodbye to his mother and led away the fifth son, who was about to eat all the grass off the royal lawn.

He suddenly felt sleepy tonight, so he went to greet Marum, who was standing by keeping watch, and then went home to rest.

Tell Marum to keep an eye on the old man so he doesn't get ganged up on by the fishermen tonight.

The last time he was surrounded by a crowd and almost caused a fatality was when he was facing a group of fishermen, even before his charm had faded.

Marum nodded seriously, meticulously.

Everyone drank today, except for a few fishermen with aspirations who kept their distance from the master with disgust.

There were also plenty of men willing to put their arms around the master's shoulders and secretly touch his thighs.

Hmm~ Athens, this cultural center, seems to spread all sorts of ideas to the outside world!

Fortunately, nothing like the plot that Horus or the Son of the Emperor would like happened. The Master had been wandering among the ladies for a long time and had not suffered any actual losses, yet he still received what these fishing masters had told him.

He then emerged from the battlefield unscathed, without a single leaf touching him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on me?"

Anda returned with a bountiful harvest, and seeing that his seat was once again filled with food and no one else was around, he decided to start eating and drinking to his heart's content, feeling incredibly happy.

“Marum, Aaron and the others have gone back? That’s perfect. Sit down and let’s finish eating together. This royal banquet is great; they keep serving new dishes after we finish. Once we finish eating, we’ll really have nothing left.”

"Listen, once the competition officially starts, just focus on staying submerged. I remember you guys are capable of long-duration underwater missions, so make sure you keep an eye on the fish. You don't actually need to put anything on my hook—"

You're really going to put something on my hook! Marum, as an Ultramariner, do you understand what I mean?!

Adachi spoke with righteous indignation, but his eyes were darting around, frantically hinting that he hoped the Ultra Warrior would understand what he meant.

He certainly didn't want the phrase "Don't let me bear the name of killing my uncle" to be used here prematurely in the future. This foolish brain needs to understand that what he says and what he actually expects are two different things.