Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Who knew this old man liked to leave things unresolved, so everyone in the family has to keep an eye on him.

Where did those believers take your uncle?

Lessarre asked in confusion:

“Aaron, even if you are truly the son of the god-king, Hermes, you still can’t heal the sick and save lives. Don’t worry, Pius is the son of Apollo, not some follower of an evil god.”

Aaron had no choice but to try a different approach, asking:

"That's right. My father caught a cold yesterday. After coming out of the fish's mouth, in addition to the usual fever and runny nose, his body also seems to have been corroded by some monster. Now the pain is spreading from his bone marrow, and he is in unbearable agony."

"That's exactly what I'm looking for urgently!"

At this point, Lessarre looked somewhat worried and hurriedly said:

"Actually, you don't need to ask me. Nowadays, many believers of gods have gathered in Macedonia. Just ask around on the road and you will find believers to guide you there."

"They're currently at an altar that used to be a herbal worship site in the East District. You'd better hurry over there. People who catch a chill after being in the water are in danger of dying from shock if they don't receive timely treatment!"

Marum, standing beside Aaron, suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth. It was hard to judge a son using his father's life as a reason like this. He even wanted to hear Aaron describe more of his master's miserable state.

The location of Pius's followers appears somewhat desolate. After the establishment of city-states and even nations, although medicine was still related to religion, people had come to realize that the herbs used by priests or shamans could be separated into a distinct field of study.

The medication taken has nothing to do with piety, at least not for now.

But who decides whether these drugs are safe to use? This involves two professions.

One of them were religious figures from the past, who were literate and imparted knowledge.

The second is the doctor.

Before Christ, there was no need to make such a clear distinction between them; many people believed that a priest holding a mouthful of water and spitting it on himself was enough to cure diseases.

If a god could kiss you personally, you could probably even overcome death.

Today, however, they are willing to kiss their gods and lead them to victory over death.

"His former name is no longer used, and we have felt the great enlightenment brought about by the act of medicine."

"Eliminate pain, be one. Why do we suffer from illness? It's because we haven't accepted the new life within ourselves."

Gonea, the priest of Pius, is raising a water jug.

The genuine item is naturally with Erda, but as the earliest representatives of protection and healing, other sects also made such instruments to varying degrees, and claimed that the ones they used were the originals.

The ancient bottle of life was slowly placed horizontally until its mouth faced downwards, from which a ginger-green viscous liquid flowed out.

Lessaré's uncle, the Chaos believer, is now covered in sores, his limbs are either extremely large or emaciated, and his skin is covered with vibrant, life-like buds of flesh and blood.

"Your new name will be Tierney, and these waters of life will heal you!"

The elegant priest slowly controlled the direction and speed of the falling liquid, much like the scene the old man had described when the oil seller and the sharpshooter had a contest.

But the next moment, Tierney, the patient who should have been cured and given a new life, opened his eyes.

Because of the facial movements, the face on both sides expanded, transforming into an inflating balloon.

The life buds on his body swelled up, but did not explode. Instead, they further enlarged his original body, making him look like a tall, fat man.

The left arm, however, became abnormally shrunken, leaving only skin covering the bone.

The right arm is large enough to lift up an entire adult.

That hand grasped the priestess's hand, and a smug, wide smile spread across her face, a smile that was unsettling, even terrifying.

"Healed? I've never felt so good!"

“Goneya, let me tell you why I have suffered so much, yet I can still live with a smile!”

"For the loving Father has already arrived!"

Tierney's withered arm tore open his enormous stomach, revealing a gaping mouth.

Those intestines and digestive organs no longer need to maintain the balance of the internal flora; what they need is expansion, the expansion of life!

"This is the true, vibrant life!"

Tierney's large belly mouth began to speak, its intestines twisting together into a large tongue that rolled out.

This reveals the vibrant microbial life and mucus within its body.

It's far more powerful than the rubbish concocted by these false god believers using hallucinogenic drugs.

It can even revive the recently deceased, giving them their original consciousness and a completely new life.

"Now, it's my turn to heal you."

Tierney's large tongue curls, intending to corrupt its life-gathering target.

Until a strange buzzing sound arose, a huge, strange saw blade cut off the transformation of intestines into tongue that Tierney had taken so long to complete.

"Filth! Demon!"

"How dare you commit such a vile act on His Majesty's territory!"

Marum descended from the heavens, his blue power armor gleaming in the sunlight, the gold accents symbolizing his thunderous might!

The golden eagle is also a manifestation of Zeus, the king of the gods.

Marum's other large hand crushed Tierney's head, and now Lessarre's mother and uncle were both dead.

His power armor-clad fists ensured the skull was completely shattered before he even thought to rescue the passersby.

According to some unwritten rules, those who glimpse the chaotic demons and personally come into contact with the corruption are also to be killed.

However, Marum will not go on a killing spree in this era.

What if this person is part of the bloodline of some key hero in the future?

We need to find something for the old man to do, so that he can spend time cleaning up these non-life-threatening chaotic contaminants later.

Just think of it as a simulation of opening a clinic.

Marum's stewardship duties had progressed to the point of arranging work for their Majesty, as he, as an Ultramariner, could not bear to see his master so leisurely.

Humanity is still waiting for you!

“Aaron, we can’t move this guy’s body. His tail, which grew from his coccyx, has reconnected to a small subspace rift.”

"That's the strange thing, we have to find a way to stop it."

Marum was tearing Tierney's body to pieces when he discovered that something couldn't be physically destroyed—it was like a plant with a root system.

Aaron was busy trying to persuade the people present to gather together and stay away for the time being, in the name of Hades, the god of the underworld.

He seems to be getting more and more used to calming a large group of people down and getting them to maintain order spontaneously.

After everything settled down, he rushed to Marum's side and looked at the cracks in the ground.

It was a face beaming with a hearty laugh, grinning from ear to ear, which made you feel at ease and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

This is only the second time I've seen a living warp rift; the Gates of Hell was the first.

"Heh, it really is small and cute," Marum commented.

According to the Chapter's records, during the Plague Wars' invasion of the Five Hundred Worlds, some powerful demons traversed warp rifts large enough to devour an entire city.

In this day and age, even a loving father can only tear apart such a small thing in front of him.

“That’s a disgusting laugh, Aaron. We need to figure out a way to deal with it.”

Chapter 316 A Loving Father: Aaron, be my son! Aaron: Indifferent (4K)

"I don't know why, Marum, but I really want to laugh out loud right now."

Aaron stared thoughtfully at the crack in the ground where a smile had spread across his face.

Upon hearing this, Marum instinctively pressed down on his chainsaw sword.

"Huh? Aaron, don't joke around. Corruption is a very dangerous thing. If even you get corrupted—"

Marum was torn; in his time, someone would have acted without hesitation.

Aaron held up two fingers and pressed them against his cheeks:

"You see, once I realized this, I couldn't laugh anymore, so I had to resort to this method instead."

"It seems that the real source of the pollution is in this crevice, but it only allows those who follow its will and laugh heartily from the bottom of their hearts to pass through. This evil god really values ​​the image management of its believers."

Aaron had heard his mother talk about it some time ago. Once, his mother wanted all the temple staff to serve with a smile on their faces.

But after only a few days, he reverted to his Sima-like appearance and treated his followers with contempt.

The better your service attitude, the more believers will feel that the future is an ideal state.

They need to feel that the priests who receive them are very strict, that they must offer devout sacrifices, and that they must nervously throw stones and hit a good sign before they will feel that their faith has been responded to.

It seems that this evil god's internal demeanor management has reached a point where no tricks are needed; only those who genuinely laugh can enter.

However, this smile was clearly not from the heart; this applies to all faiths in the world.

He remembered his old man saying that people come into this world crying, and even gods might be the same.

"Aaron! Don't overthink these meanings! Too much vague thinking can lead humanity into nihilism. To the point that we need to conjure up something out of thin air, something that can be anything, as long as it's stronger than what we see in reality. But the only thing a person is truly strong about is themselves!"

Marum grew increasingly worried that confronting the Chaos God was a dangerous undertaking, even after Aaron had demonstrated powerful warp resistance.

However, there is bound to be danger when facing the evil god himself.

Aaron, however, remained calm and composed, saying without moving an inch:

"Let me think about this for a while. I feel like I'm trying to grasp something. Is faith meant to bring happiness to humanity, or does it require people to give something to prove they deserve happiness?"

No, these words are becoming increasingly heretical. In his time, loyalty was faith, and loyalty needed no reason; he himself was the reward. But now Aaron seems to be starting to think about the relationship between giving and receiving.

This problem can easily evolve into:

What did humanity give up, and what did it receive from emperors?

Aaron's thoughts deepened, and he even began to smile with a hint of joy:

“Marum, do you know why the father figure is becoming more and more important? It usually represents the leader, the most powerful person. People in life always unconsciously admire those who are strong.”

"But now, if there were such a strong father figure who could accept all your ugliness and even build a fairly harmonious family, how many people would be willing to commit to it?"

"This is the image of the most perfect father, possessing both strength and tenderness. People would call him a loving father, even though his love may be shared among many lives, those who are loved always want more."