Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Indeed, you know me well. But crippling them is enough, enough to make them wish they were dead. Killing them outright would be a relief. I want them to suffer."

"Following the vine to find the melon, we at least have to find where the vine is. Sigh, a mother always has to think about her son. If it were me in the past, Macedonia and Iffield would both be dead today, what's the point of all this fuss?"

The servants received the order and withdrew in turn.

Erda glanced at the sky, kicked the Zeus statue in front of him into pieces, and hurried home in the dead of night.

The Anda family.

The elderly mother finally managed to come home from her overtime job, only to find that, late at night, no one in the family except the elderly father was asleep; they were all hiding in the kitchen, doing who-knows-what.

Aaron had just put Anglon to sleep and came into the yard when he saw his mother seemingly emerge from some kind of spatial interlayer.

Marum mentioned several ways to utilize psionic energy in the future, among which short-distance teleportation is the most frequently used method by the Astartes.

"Is this... teleportation? This is the first time I've ever seen it."

Aaron exclaimed in admiration, wishing he knew this trick so he could teleport anywhere without having to walk.

If it's your first time going, it's best to walk there and enjoy the scenery.

“Mother, I guess you must have encountered some trouble when you rushed back so late at night.”

Aaron greeted Erda by sitting her in a chair in the courtyard; the original recliner had been moved to the side.

Due to long-term oppression, it has been completely turned into a reclining chair and is difficult to stand upright anymore.

Fortunately, I made extra chairs for the house when I had nothing else to do.

Erda glanced at the kitchen, then at the man fast asleep inside the house, her expression helpless:

"Were you catching mice in the house just now?"

Aaron brought over the fruit wine and laughed, "You could say that. It's a flying mouse, but it only steals food, which annoys Angron a bit."

Erda took it, took a sip, and sighed:

"If only people had food as their only need, why would they have to pursue power and start wars?"

Aaron astutely observed, "The new king is not a warmonger. Mother, your sigh implies a risk of war from the outside world?"

Erda nodded: "Yes, it's Ifik. You know that recently, followers of various gods have been causing trouble at my Temple of the Sun. I arrested them all. But, only the followers of the God of War failed to obtain a miracle, and the king has become more conservative."

"Therefore, they went directly to Ific, the maternal home of the former king's mother. They could find a few descendants of the Macedonian royal blood there. Even if they didn't have a legitimate reason for going there, at least they had something to look forward to. After all, Philip I was just the late king's cousin."

Aaron asked curiously, "Then why don't they organize a proper competition, like in mythology, where two candidates for king compete to complete the trials given by the temple, and whoever wins becomes king?"

Erda, upon hearing this, began to mock:

"Aaron, you are sometimes too naive."

Aaron shook his head and said seriously:

“I understand the importance of power. If our world didn’t have gods and myths were just fictional stories, I wouldn’t be talking about it like this.”

"But if you are willing, you can still perform miracles and give divine pronouncements. Sometimes people still need to believe that there are gods watching over them."

Erda looked helpless: "That's something your father would do when he was bored, Aaron. We largely don't interfere with the natural course of human development, not only to prevent humanity from going astray, but also because we can't become blind saviors of humanity."

"If they were just asking how many pigs they could have in one litter, I might have the patience to answer. But as things go further, humanity itself has created increasingly complex social classes and power structures. Do you think I have the patience to infiltrate them and solve their problems, except to wipe them all out with a bolt of lightning?"

She downed the fruit wine in one gulp, the glass still clutched in her hand:

“Aside from immortality and divine power, our brains are not necessarily much better than those of mortals, and there are even many wise men who can outwit me logically. I do not have the ability to optimize the structure of human society and perfect it until the entire human race can live a happy life.”

“Your father may try in the future, or he may hide away again. But, Aaron, if you want, you can try it yourself, but don’t have too high hopes.”

When Erda mentioned this, her expression suddenly became somewhat serious:

"Your father and I both hope you have a happy life. It's good to hope the world is a better place, but your happiness should come first. Sometimes, the more you want to help ordinary people and understand their mistakes, the more you will feel that they are wicked."

“That will disappoint you, child. The sins that people commit against their own kind are no different from those of the devil.”

Aaron asked helplessly, "Then, Mother, is the only view of you immortals on these developments simply to let nature take its course?"

Erda nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"We'll deal with the threat of supernatural forces. As for humanity's own internal conflicts, unless they cross me, let them stumble and develop on their own. Maybe they'll create a golden age in the future."

"Just like the earliest golden humans in mythology. I don't know what those storytellers were thinking, insisting that the earliest humans were pure and innocent, like gold."

"Those in the middle, though driven by emotions, are also of noble character and have a will as pure as silver."

"The previous generation of humans was full of bloodlust, but still had good principles, which were regarded as bronze."

"In the end, only this generation of humans remained, burning, killing, and looting, known as the Black Iron. They should have been destroyed in the Great Flood."

The elderly mother was quite moved by the stories that humans had compiled themselves; frankly, her mind was full of melodramatic entanglements and private scandals between immortals.

Human philosophers, on the contrary, are able to develop these theories within their short lifespans.

Commonly known as, it involves creating a clear internal logic for one's own theories, making them easy to read and rhythmic, and suitable for intimidating people during public speeches.

The public is easily persuaded by catchy and seemingly irrefutable statements, and then regards them as gospel.

This has remained unchanged even in the era of printing and television/short video.

Erda consulted these philosophers, originally intending to fabricate some secrets about the Titans.

I also learned that these doctrines were created to persuade people today to be virtuous.

But most people, upon hearing this, think, "Oh, we, the generation of Iron Humans, are inherently sinful, so what's the rush? Let's all live our lives in peace and do whatever makes us comfortable."

Previous generations of humans were so amazing, but they all went extinct, didn't they?

Don't let iron do the work of gold!

Therefore, once humans become a group, they are very difficult to manage.

Some fathers struggle to manage even their own family members, let alone the entire human civilization.

Unless there is an omniscient and omnipotent God.

Otherwise, if they viewed it from the perspective that immortal beings cannot transcend human thinking, they would also give up intervening and let humanity fend for itself.

Erda concluded the discussion tonight with a quote from Anda:

"In your father's words, 'Trust in the wisdom of future generations.' Even if humanity is to be destroyed in the future, your father would still step in to save the world so that he could hide away and live a normal life. That's the kind of person he was."

As Erda spoke, her eyes sparkled with a bright light.

This was unusual; at least Aaron felt that his mother had never given his father a pleasant look before.

Aaron was unaware that at that moment, Erda was recalling the boy on the battlefield, carrying a girl on his back, covered in wounds, staggering along.

The boy's hands were stained with blood and mud, burying his unrequited love (Adachi: It was his first love! His first love!).

"When the world is collapsing, I will do my utmost to turn the tide."

"I want to create a world where everyone can achieve happiness and escape unhappiness through their own efforts!"

That's what the boy said.

Then they keep telling themselves that their children can save the world, which is actually quite amusing.

But how did he go from a spirited young man to this sleazy old man with his feet tucked in? Was it because I spoiled him too much?

Chapter 325 Anda and the Black King, Angron: My dad floated up! (3K)

Erda couldn't understand it any longer and couldn't help but ask:

Did your father ever tell you that he had a crush on someone before?

Aaron replied truthfully, "That was mentioned before. My father said it was first love, not a crush. It happened at least a thousand years ago."

Erda slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang:

"Bullshit, at least three thousand years. And what kind of first love was that? He didn't even confess his feelings to her before she died."

Aaron was even more puzzled: "The story seems to be a little different. My father said that by the time he remembered to confess his feelings, the girl had already passed away, leaving only a tombstone."

Erda looked quite displeased; this guy was a master of deception.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in your father's love life before he met me. I'm just concerned that humanity needs him to save the world in the future. He can dress himself up nicely, at least put together a powerful and imposing outfit."

"This also helps the saved humans believe that they can succeed. Otherwise, the moment they discover your father's true nature, they will feel a deep sense of disappointment and even despair about whether humanity can be saved in the future."

Aaron agreed: "I've thought about that too. In the future, people will call him Emperor, and he'll be all golden. I suppose he won't need to worry about his image."

Erda stood up:

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go and rest too. Don't wander out of the city lately. I suspect that Ifik's spies have infiltrated the city to find out about the troop deployment during the transition of Macedonian kings. I'm going to ask your father something, to find out what's going on with his first love."

Erda turned and went inside, closing the door behind her.

At first, you could hear Anda yelling and shouting in her morning grumpiness, then she became furious, and then she started sighing.

Finally, a clear psionic barrier blocked out all the sounds.

I imagine Adachi would admit that it was a crush, not her first love.

Erda was very sensitive to this, even though she was the one who personally helped Neos bury the girl.

Thousands of years—

The myths and legends of that era were even more wild and untamed.

The next morning, Erda, refreshed and full of energy, went to work again.

Today, believers of the god of agriculture are going to dig up other people's land, and this is something to be especially careful about.

Erda really wanted to create some kind of immortal beings' rallying order, to gather all the gods together, and for him to claim his own followers.

Exhausted, as if completely drained, Adachi crawled out of the door, extending his withered, mechanical arm that looked like it was just covered by a layer of human skin.

"Quick, quick, find something to eat!"

Before long, Marum brought over the leftovers and Angron's previous stock.

"Master, Aaron and the young prince are still asleep today, so this is all we have."

Anda didn't care what it was, he just grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth:

"As long as there's food, that's fine. Now, quickly sneak into the palace and bring back anything delicious you see!"

When it comes to "stealing food," Anda always refers to himself as "朕" (the imperial "I") to alleviate Marum's moral shame, making him believe that it is just an advance payment of taxes to the empire.