Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, according to Anda, the child seems to have found his own love and is now devoted to the next generation, so the old folks can focus on raising the next generation.

How the next generation reproduces is not a question they should be concerned about.

Then Anda bit Erda's hair, wanting Erda to electrocute her scalp again to stimulate it and make her grow more hair.

Erda just grinned and reached out to attack the area below Hell.

Carbon-based life forms are a strange phenomenon. When electrified, they become stiff and may experience sensations ranging from tingling to burning or even turning to ashes.

Then significantly reduce sensitivity?

Before long, a list of the potentially contaminating actions that these believers had blindly performed was presented to Erda.

Erda wasn't a thoughtful person, nor was Anda, so would any of her sons be skilled in intelligence work or interrogation?

Using one's brain is really troublesome for someone who has been following old ways of thinking for nearly a hundred thousand years.

“I don’t want to see these things. Can I use psychic soul search directly? There are a few psychics among you, who are my students whom I personally taught.”

Erda asked very patiently.

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment:

“Master, most of the information we extracted before was about things that the sinners subconsciously considered important, such as how many times they wet the bed when they were young.”

"Because when evil people do evil, many of them have no psychological burden. Not to mention these believers who hold a devout attitude of sacrifice."

Erda casually crushed the marble dress beside the bed:

"Then let them sacrifice themselves. These people, sigh, why do they always think they are unique and have been chosen by God? So they have to watch all the worldly people struggle and suffer in the midst of trials."

"When people have been tested, they say it is a gift from God. When people are drowning in the bitter fruit, they think that God is noble and that the masses are indeed beyond redemption. They get to say everything, good or bad, right?"

"Ahem, select all my believers. I will bless them. Each of them will participate in worldly life, suffer greatly in marital conflicts, and each of them must go through five failed marriages for the blessing to take effect!"

The followers of Erda were very excited about this; in some ways, they were just like the people outside.

They were so eager to try that they wanted to get married and divorced five times in one day, which was quite a failure.

"Master, can you tell us what the effect is after the blessing takes effect?"

Erda sneered, "I'll never love again. I'll focus on being a marriage-breaking-up agent, attacking those famously loving families in the neighborhood, and then getting chased out with pitchforks."

"Moreover, the happier you are when you see others living happy lives, the more pained and calm you become, believing that you are truly detached and cannot be burdened by worldly love."

"Only in this way can the roots be completely severed, and they can wholeheartedly worship me."

"After all, if I asked you to kill your wife and children now, you would hesitate for a while. But after the blessing takes effect, you can decisively bring over the heads of your family members on the fruit plate."

"Hahaha!"

"Alright, just kidding, cough cough, you don't need to prove your piety like this. Now go and find out what those believers of God have been doing."

As soon as Erda finished speaking, a servant brought over a bottle that was exactly the same shape as Gaia's Bottle of Life, except that the color was slightly different due to the proportions used in its casting.

"Among the followers of the gods, the followers of Pius were the most swift in their actions. As early as when the statue of Helios defeated the unclean giants, some people boldly collected those tainted and unclean things."

"They even found a former manager of a caravan who was seriously ill, and his body could serve as a breeding ground for these filth. Moreover, the fact that he was enduring pain yet still alive gave them the confidence to carry out their plan."

“If the plague is released but no one dies, then it cannot be considered a massacre.”

Erda nodded upon hearing this:

"Got it. So the plague they obtained is now all in one patient zero? Go kill that guy, burn him to death, burn him clean. Leave a bone and I'll throw you all into the sea."

She extended her hand to bless the greyish-white psionic flames and then dismissed the servants.

Sigh, this family still has to rely on itself. That little brat Anda didn't burn off the pollution properly back then. It's like how men always do housework quickly, and it looks okay at first glance.

Upon closer examination, it was discovered that many small places still harbored filth and corruption.

Sigh, Aaron should just live his life quietly. There's no need to tell them about this. She, as the mother, will handle it.

The next day, Aaron, who was preparing to visit Master Diluwen and his other fellow disciples to express his gratitude, prepared a small statue of Zeus, the kind that was wild and unrestrained.

I heard that Lessaré is going to leave the master's school and manage the caravan and take care of his seriously ill uncle after his mother's disappearance.

Oh right, his uncle! His uncle, who is also a follower of Nurgle!

Aaron slapped his thigh, realizing he had completely forgotten about this!

"Marum, come with me today, we have a demon cultist to kill!"

Aaron shouted urgently, "Marum is ready for battle!"

Anda wasn't worried about this at all, and casually said, "Your mother will handle it. Your most urgent task right now should be to ask a master to create a statue of 'Zeus conquering the monster fish'."

Chapter 315 The Smile of a Loving Father (42K)

Aaron completely ignored Anda's suggestion that the statue modeled after this old man should not depict any great achievements.

So that future generations might not mistakenly believe that their emperor, the great Zeus, was so revered in the past.

Aaron led Marum toward Master Diluwen's residence, hoping to catch Lessaré's last moments before he bid farewell.

Along the way, the children from the shore yesterday waved to Aaron, knowing that he was the older brother of their leader, Angron.

The boss's boss deserves even more respect!

Some adults also showed gratitude, after all, they had already been guided and saved twice by this young man waving his flag.

"They seem more grateful to you, Aaron," Marum asked curiously. "Why didn't you react at all?"

Aaron turned around in confusion:

"Huh? Grateful to me? I don't feel that way. Isn't that the kind of thought a normal person should have? Anyone would be thinking about how to save people in the event of a situation."

Marum shook his head and said:

“That’s not the case, Aaron. Usually, it’s guards, believers, or other people with responsibilities who are driven to do this. It’s difficult enough for humans to overcome fear and do the right thing.”

"This even goes against biological instincts, and it takes a certain amount of education and a sense of responsibility to fight against these instincts. But you, Aaron, your instinct seems to be to save others. The only good deed the master has ever done in his life so far has probably been to let you grow up freely instead of becoming like him."

Aaron touched the back of his head, feeling a little shy. When Marum praised someone, he was very formal, making it difficult to tell whether it was sarcastic or a genuine opinion.

But they didn't have much time to continue discussing the matter, as they had already arrived at Master Diluwen's residence.

Aaron entered skillfully without encountering any resistance.

Even those who had never met Aaron had long known of his existence from their fellow disciples.

Beneath the intricate jigsaw puzzle of interwoven information, even if the puzzle itself is like a piece of duckweed without water, there's no need to dwell on it.

After all, Master Di Luwen was getting old, and with so many disciples coming and going, he really couldn't remember them all.

Such a highly respected and ambitious young man is naturally his apprentice!

Aaron followed suit, bowing to the master along with his fellow disciples, and then hurriedly inquired about Lessaré's whereabouts.

It turned out that Lessaré had come to say goodbye an hour earlier.

With his mother gone and his uncle seriously ill, the entire caravan was counting on this young leader to guide them forward.

If I had previously given up on my dreams because of my mother's harsh criticism...

So now, it is because we have realized the heavy responsibility on our shoulders that we are fulfilling our duties.

Marum commented in a low voice:

"Many of the feats that are passed down among the Astartes are actually no different from what ordinary people do when they go to fulfill their responsibilities."

"Therefore, many Legion scholars believe that Astartes is not a superman. We, along with the common people, are united in His Majesty's glory and are of the same nobility."

Aaron received the information about when Lessarre left and hurriedly headed towards the caravan's location, still pondering:

“Some people have studied the difference between you and ordinary people, even touching on the topic of noble sentiments. So, can I assume that, at least for a period of time, Astartes held scorn for ordinary people?”

Marum didn't reject these realities, and casually picked up Aaron, letting him sit on his shoulders, and began to run rapidly, nodding as he said:

"Yes, in fact, it could be said that such things still happen in my time. But in the six months since I arrived in your time, I have gradually come to realize that the Majesty we worship is, in fact, just a living, breathing human being."

“Your Majesty is like this, and Astartes is just a man with a more flexible mind and greater strength. When it comes to taking responsibility, we are no different from those brave mortals who step forward, or even inferior.”

"After all, they clearly recognized that they were not as powerful as Astartes. We were born for the Emperor's great war, and yet mortals still stood up when faced with such a powerful enemy."

Aaron patted Marum on the shoulder and chuckled.

"Look, it's gone from Astartes being superior to mortals to questioning whether Astartes are inferior to mortals. Since that old man in the family can be considered a human, then you Astartes must be human too."

“You see, you are just like everyone else, you all have psychological doubts.”

"Why worry so much? Does that mean you'll be useless once the war stops? Don't worry, I'll go back and talk to the old man and get him to pay attention to Astartes' psychological issues. Going back to farming in the future might be a good backup plan."

To be honest, Aaron only realized today that even a powerful being like Marum could have psychological doubts.

While it wasn't serious enough to prevent an Astartes from carrying out its mission, it shows that these superhumans are actually no different from ordinary people.

They quickly arrived at the caravan camp in Lessarre after a rapid run through Marum.

Once martial law is lifted, the caravans will set off again.

Yesterday's last viewing of the fishing competition was Leszare's way of putting an end to his past life; from today onward, he is the master of the caravan.

Aaron could see from afar that Lessarre had already changed into his travel attire and was somewhat awkwardly asking and coordinating with managers from different departments.

They will set off at noon today.

"Lesser! Look here, take me to your uncle!"

Aaron shouted and jumped off Marum's shoulder, his steps quickening.

Lesare saw Aaron's face and instinctively felt a surge of joy, but quickly composed himself, striving to remain calm. A manager must not show their emotions, no matter who they are facing.

“Aaron, I am no longer Master Diluwen’s apprentice. I am grateful for your concern for my family. But, there’s no need to worry anymore.”

Lessarre maintained this unfamiliar attitude, defining the distance:

“My uncle has been taken away by the followers of Pius. They are believers of the god of medicine and will surely help my uncle recover from his illness.”

"We'll be leaving soon and will come back next summer so we can catch up again."

Lessaré's demeanor and conduct today have become quite mature. Alas, when Aaron sees his peers transformed by the trials of life, he always sighs at how things have changed.

But he had to kill the contaminant today. He had heard from the old man that Uncle Helios had been rescued from the caravan and that the contamination had been resolved.

They thought that Lessaré's mother and uncle had been killed.