Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Use this to return to Anglong as payment for the meal."

He turned and left without looking back, unwilling to gaze at the cross once more.

It will remain here until more than 10,000 years later, when it falls into the hands of the old lion and the thirteenth prince's ambiguous love interest.

Koz saw the storm stirred up by the cross, and the woman chosen by the Eldar of Death.

Although there is no official evidence that this Eldar woman, who proved to be part of the Death Army, had any relationship beyond reason with Guilliman.

But the old father seemed to be performing some kind of miracle, as he had always given the old lion the treatment of a single person.

The shadows around Koz gradually faded, and the temple returned to its white sanctity and desolation.

With the gates closed, the peace that had lasted for tens of thousands of years returned.

The enormous shadowy humanoid figure was now reduced to just one hand, resting on Koz's shoulder.

Koz reached out and tapped the back of his hand, then placed the crystal formed from the Kane fragment into his palm.

"You'll need to make another trip to deliver it to Anglon; consider it payment for our meal."

Koz reclaimed the fragments of the Eldar God of War with this intention in mind, rather than considering any attribute compatibility or any intention to use them to blackmail the Eldar.

If it were a fragment of another deity here today, he would also seize it and send it back.

It was just fragments; after eating the family's food, perhaps even the leftovers that his father had bitten, he gained immense power.

The complete ghost will manifest without fully awakening the power within.

In truth, his full power is not necessarily weaker than that of the fully-powered God of War, Kane.

The ghost picked up the crystal, twirling it nimbly between its fingers. Then it gently rubbed against Koz's ear, confirming that the food was indeed the old man's leftovers, before returning to the shadows.

Koz remained silent, returned to his ship, and began rinsing his mouth to induce vomiting.

Since the divine power within had already been used, he couldn't allow his father's saliva to be remembered by the Primarch's body for too long.

Temple of the Sun, Macedonia, 600 BC.

Inside the main hall deep within the temple, the statue that had originally manifested its power was now being worshipped by the people outside the temple.

After all, Helios manipulated the statue to go out and fight, but it didn't come back, and Erda was too lazy to move it herself, so she just left it outside.

The main hall was originally empty, but because Master Diluwen was invited to make statues for other deities and there was not enough space available at the moment, the temple was used instead.

The completed statues will be sent here for temporary storage.

It was already late at night, but in this sacred place, crisp crackling sounds kept coming from the whips that produced sonic booms.

Ilda is whipping the statue of Zeus, one of her ways of venting her frustrations at work.

If conditions allowed, she should slap Zeus himself, along with his screams, to make her feel even better.

The situation is very bad recently. The sea god's followers have indeed found a suitable location to blast the underground river and cause a flood, but they have no explosives and no psionicists.

It would take at least seventy years to dig by hand.

On the contrary, the followers of the God of War, who had not paid much attention to the war, should have had no worries since the new king was focused on development rather than fighting.

But who knew that after they thought the king was weak, they left Macedonia.

Erda thought they were clear-headed and knew themselves.

But who knew that these people would travel all the way to the maternal home of the former king's mother, and incite that city-state, Ific, to wage war against Macedonia.

The marriage alliance between Ific and Macedonia is a two-way street, as it also produces several grandsons with the bloodline of the former king.

This led to the claim.

If your king's cousin can become the new king, why can't my cousin?

Putting aside the issue of lineage, it's quite normal for people in this cultural circle to change their claims every few generations.

In addition, the new king's attitude was considered weak and inept at warfare, and there were also factions within Macedonia that missed the powerful style of the previous emperor.

So Ifik quickly assembled a king who also claimed the throne, and soon they would march on the walls of Macedonia to seize the throne.

Everyone is protected by God. It's perfectly normal for me to wage war according to the will of the God of War.

Erda keenly sensed that those worshippers of the god of war must have been worshipping the wrong thing, and that they had demonstrated extraordinary power to the king of Ifik.

This allowed Ific, who had been timid around Macedonia for decades, to seize the opportunity amidst the chaos and develop ambitions to contend for the throne.

Of course, we can't say that they're ambitious; who doesn't want to improve, right?

Perhaps he simply wanted to further infiltrate the Macedonian royal family with his bloodline. There's nothing wrong with being the King of Ific, but being the King of Macedonia offers more freedom and opportunities.

"What a hassle! Why is it so troublesome! Can't humans just eat their fill, sleep, and eat again when they wake up? Why bother with all this 'civilizational progress' stuff?!"

"Progress my ass!"

Erda was furious. Given her personality, she really didn't want to think about how to save people. The whip in her hand had completely turned into afterimages, lashing at various parts of the Zeus statue.

Alas, but her son is in Macedonia, and she has decided that she should at least act like a human being for the past six hundred years. After venting her anger, she still has to solve this mess herself.

More importantly, at the turn of the year, Aaron will come of age.

The family will reunite in Macedonia and enjoy a wonderful time together.

How can we allow ourselves to be disturbed by war!

She wished she could go over there right now and chop Ifik to pieces, or grab both kings and throw them into the crocodile pool.

Whoever comes out alive will be the king of both countries.

“Master, we have captured some followers of the God of War who were staying in Macedonia. The reality is quite interesting; they stayed behind to act as spies and did not cause any trouble at the temple.”

“Our men spotted these sneaky fellows outside the palace.”

Erda's servants were clearly much more dutiful and capable of handling many tasks without requiring much effort from their mistress.

The future is best left to Aaron.

In fact, they were also colleagues of these spies; they all infiltrated the palace to gather information.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then suddenly they hit it off.

"Even the brilliance of Apollo could not prevent the outbreak of war! Macedonia needs a war to rebuild its glory and wash away its shame!"

The followers of the God of War shouted, each one of them bravely sacrificing themselves.

Erda simply lashed them out with her whip to make their mouths hurt and keep them quiet.

“Apollo certainly can’t interfere, and Helios isn’t interested. But—am I supposed to invite Ares himself over here and tell you not to start a war?”

Erda threw down the whip, her anger growing.

She knew that the other immortals had each other's contact information.

Unfortunately, the couple was completely unaware of this.

Where can I find Ares now?

If I had known, I would have cut off Apollo's limbs and kept him at home, tied him to the fifth brother, and then threatened and tortured him whenever I needed to contact other people.

"Alright, throw these people into the pigsty too. Remember to feed and water them, just make sure they don't die."

The servants nodded, revealing terrifying smiles; they loved doing these despicable things.

Are there any other gods who can come out and save their believers?

Our matriarch is Hera, the Queen of the Gods, who just now even had the statue of Zeus whipped.

They stripped the warriors of their clothing, revealing some of their tattoos, and were about to grab them and take them away when Erda stopped them:

"Wait, their tattoos—damn it, traitors! And why does your war god have pointy ears?"

On the believer's back, a pointed-eared humanoid figure in a dark red shadow, reminiscent of a ceramic painting, stands amidst weapons with bloodied hands.

Chapter 324 Why the God of War Always Suffers Defeat (3K)

Erda was furious. How could those pointy-eared gods get involved and cause trouble?

Logically speaking, if the Eldar's God of War knew that he was worshipped by a group of humans, he would probably be so fastidious as to personally conquer Terra.

Of course, whether He could defeat the human immortals if He came to Terra at this time is another matter.

Erda restrained one of them and brought him close for a closer look.

This is indeed the God of War or the Blood God, Kane.

"What the hell is this? A bloodthirsty serial killer whose hands are forever stained with the blood of innocent people? How did humans come into contact with this?"

Erda's tone was very aggressive, as this involved the attribution of the "God of War" in human beliefs.

Although Anda always laughs whenever Ares is mentioned, because in his "future memories," Ares is the kind of character who is skilled but whose enemies are truly cunning and difficult to defeat.

Ares has always been the god of war. Whether it is through conspiracies and schemes or passionate fervor, He becomes powerful whenever war or chaos occurs.

Unfortunately, He never cares about winning or losing.

There must be a winner in every war, and it doesn't matter if it's the other side, since the war has already happened.

If you want to win, you should go find Athena.

Okay, this character is supposed to be a clown, but—it's not time for the pointy-eared god to show up yet.

Would Kane consider what they perceive as monkeys fighting between two trees to be a war?

"Uu——"

Erda let out a long sigh and decisively gave the order:

“Search around Macedonia for any new missionaries who may be wearing ear coverings. If you find any with pointed ears, arrest them immediately.”

Erda knew that the two Eldar from Sibi were still staying in Terra. These two were not a great threat and could even be an asset to her son.

No one who has met their own son has a bad word to say about him.

However, it remains unknown what the other Eldar they attracted from the stars intend to do.

The servants made a throat-slitting gesture and spoke to their master:

"Should we eliminate the top brass of Ific? This is the simplest way to stop the war."

Erda nodded: