Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Since that's the case, why bother thinking about it? Just wait until the time comes.

Anda drifted off to sleep with a sweet smile on her face, her heart as calm as a rock.

He demonstrated a quality today by suggesting that anyone who makes even the smallest mistake would be killed under his strong supervision, thus preventing people from doing bad things.

Thirty thousand years later, Nostrama.

A rectification plan with a deadline was placed on the luxurious high-rise desks of several major criminal groups, breaking through their proud defenses.

This also means that if the messenger wanted to, he could easily remove their heads.

“My dear compatriots, because of your crimes, this world is ruined.”

“I have spent some time creating a plan in which each of you is sentenced to death by a thousand cuts, which I will personally carry out. But you can reduce the number of people to be executed by a thousand cuts by completing these reform plans.”

“Those who have redeemed themselves to the extreme can enjoy a painless death. This is the bottom line I can leave for you.”

“Alas, I am not a person who is willing to make concessions. My original plan was to intimidate and deter through extreme bloodshed and violence. My father often thought the same way. He never used his brain and just killed when he encountered a problem.”

"Sorry for revealing some family secrets. Haha, I hope to see your transformation when the sun rises tomorrow. Of course, you can also throw this letter in the trash, and I'll make sure your heads are buried with it."

“From the bottom of my heart I love you, my fellow countrymen — Conrad Coates.”

Chapter 314 Erda: Are any of my sons capable of interrogation? (4K)

Conrad Coates reserved a period of two months in the local star system's calendar for the modification of his "home planet".

Of course, every day he would randomly select the unluckiest person whose transformation was the most delayed, skin him alive, dissect him into the smallest unit that could be seen from a macroscopic perspective.

Moreover, during this procedure, the patient remains awake for a considerable period of time, and their pain receptors are doubled.

Koz originally wanted to broadcast it globally, but after thinking about it, he decided to hang the final specimen on a street lamp at the intersection of the most prosperous and upper-class neighborhood in the area.

This is what he prophesied, and the father figure would speak about it, supposedly the actions people would take more than 30,000 years ago when faced with a distorted superstructure.

Just like the earliest practice of hanging criminals on crosses or directly piercing them, it was very deterrent.

Therefore, Coz always leaves a mark at the "crime scene".

It was a silver-gray cross graffiti, and in the shadows on the left, the owner of a pair of dangerous dark red eyes was hiding.

Only a pale white dagger, held by a withered arm, was chosen as the next victim.

He lies peacefully in the home of the city’s richest man, next to a dismembered corpse; it would be a real struggle to find an innocent person here.

The corpses were neatly arranged and categorized, giving Coz the opportunity to refine his human anatomy skills, which might come in handy later.

He sensed that his brother, the only Messiah, was very interested in this knowledge.

The savior dissected human bodies—no, this was even torture—

What interest does He have in these things?

Is my older brother a pervert too?

Coz held a pool cue in his hand, which these sinners used to use as a pool ball to strike the heads of their own kind or other objects.

Today, their corpses have become Coz's playthings, not in the style of billiards or table tennis, but in the style of high-rise golf.

By the way, perhaps using "corpse" to describe it is not quite appropriate.

They were all injected with a drug by Koz that allowed them to remain conscious for several minutes after their heads were removed from their bodies.

Coz walked to the position he had carefully chosen for his head and began to swing.

This is a high-rise golf course; their heads will pass through the glass that Coz smashed long ago, then tumble and whoosh as they plummet to the ground.

When Coz swings, no one is spared, regardless of age or gender.

He would smile with satisfaction after each perfect swing.

After finishing his work, he lay back on the luxurious carpet and fell peacefully asleep.

There is no way to distinguish the innocent from the guilty.

He could only rely on prophecy; in the future kingdom of heaven, he would not see these filthy souls, so he could only kill them all.

However, the process of seeking within prophecies may very well lead one to confuse the past with the present.

Koz felt that something was watching him, just as he was hiding in the shadows watching others.

Until a hand climbed onto his shoulder:

“I am here, Conrad Coates, I am you. Brother, you are far away from us, trapped in reality, and you need to shake off the depravity.”

"And me, Night Wraith, Midnight Wraith? Call me whatever you like,"

"But it seems my brother is in trouble, and only we can help him."

"I'll be right back—"

The hand returned to the shadows behind the sleeping Coz and disappeared.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Erda sat upright in the sedan chair shrouded in black gauze, so that when people occasionally glimpsed Erda's dark skin, they would only think it was due to the shadows cast by the black gauze and that they were seeing things.

Representatives of many believers were debating loudly in the room.

They seem to have adopted the performance style of philosophical debate from Athens, where the contest is about who can shout the loudest and out-argue the other side.

Only in this way can one demonstrate the nobility of one's own deity and the vulgarity of the other party.

By the way, nowadays, only the followers of Zeus and Hades are absent from the temple.

Hades doesn't have many followers, since nobody wants to deal with death.

As for Zeus's followers—perhaps influenced by the personality of the great god-king, they didn't participate much in these religious disputes.

After all, Zeus was already the king of the gods, and there was no need for anything else to prove his supreme status.

At this time, people had no idea what terrifying theories future generations would come up with when debating and debating, and that Zeus's fighting power still had room for improvement.

If Anda knew about this, he would probably manifest himself to urge these believers to hurry up and win the debate as soon as possible, so that they would be more sought after in the future!

Instead of spending all their time promoting those fabricated Zeus stories by the Queen of the Goddess, which are all rumors and slander!

What annoyed Erda was not the incessant chatter of these ants below, but their outlandish theories.

For example, the mildest of them is:

Apollo's followers wanted to completely deceive everyone and make the name Apollo a key term for the sun god.

In this way, when people recall this miracle, they will know it was due to the power of Apollo. In reality, they don't do this, and many ordinary people believe so too.

They were secretly altering the manuscript records of the sculptor Diluven, replacing Helios's name with Apollo's.

These people didn't seem to realize that if Helios really existed, he would punish their blasphemy; perhaps they thought Apollo could protect them.

In more serious cases, it becomes quite inhumane.

The sea god's followers hoped for a great storm on the coast, and that some monster would emerge from the water demanding that the King of Macedonia hand over his princess, or else the entire city would be flooded.

At this moment, the great sea god himself descended and destroyed the monster with his trident.

The only problem was that they didn't know where to find the monster, so they started making up stories and claiming that the event had already happened.

On that occasion at the Aegean Sea port, it was Poseidon and Zeus who fought against the Titans together.

These are still at the stage of fabricating stories.

The most terrifying and insane of them are those who make one wonder whether they are true believers in God or whether they have been provoked by the goddess of discord.

Because the followers of Asclepius, the god of medicine, were plotting to bring a plague to Macedonia, and then they would heal the sick and bestow favors in the name of God.

This is said to be a descendant of Apollo, wielding a serpent staff and possessing the power of healing.

Given that the sun god is widely recognized as Apollo, it would be safer for them to cause trouble in the name of Apollo's son.

They will also receive assistance from Apollo's followers.

If the severity of the plague is controlled, it will at most cause people to sweat, vomit, and have diarrhea.

He then appeared before the people and saved Macedonia!

At that time, how could the people of the city dare not respectfully call Apollo and Pius by their names? It would be a win-win situation!

Listening to the increasingly outlandish ideas of the people below, some even hoping to incite the new king to start a war to worship Ares, the god of war, and ideally to slaughter all of Athens.

Erda wished she could kill all the people below right now!

Fortunately, news came from the new king that he would never start a war. Instead, he wanted to use this precious time to seize power and gain Erda's support so that he could establish a firm foothold soon after his ascension to the throne.

He seems to be a strategist, not a warmonger.

“Master, we have found some clues, and the terrifying speculation about the future is that someone has already put into action the act of offering sacrifices to their gods.”

The temple servants also brought bad news.

This brought shame upon Erda.

"Just kill them all, don't try to persuade me otherwise."

Erda slumped into the chair.

“Master, Aaron and your husband are still in Macedonia,” the servant reminded him.

Erda slammed her hand on the armrest of the chair, and a surge of psionic energy erupted, turning all the worshippers below into deaf, mute, and blind people.

"That should work, right? Let's just consider it a test from their gods. Homer, the blind man, was able to write the Odyssey; who knows what kind of rubbish these guys will come up with."

"Find a pigpen, throw them in, and fill the troughs and sewage around them with food and water so they don't starve."

Erda got up and left, for after all these people went blind, they could no longer see their own black skin.

Why didn't she think of this move beforehand? I'm going to blind the entire human world for thirty years!

It's quite intriguing to wonder what form human civilization will take thirty years from now.

The temple servants began to drive the cursed believers away as if they were leading pigs; it was unknown how long it would take to catch the more than three hundred pigs.

Anyway, building a pigsty for over 300 people is quite a huge project.

Erda returned to her palace, which was originally the most revered place for worshipping the sun god, but was generally inaccessible to secular believers. Erda transformed it into her own place of enjoyment.

The young girl she personally selected to serve was originally chosen by her parents as a wife for Aaron.