Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"You should be paying attention to my belly, not those two genetically modified mutants that the entire world combined couldn't defeat."

Aaron's face darkened: "Were you just about to say bastard?"

Anda replied seriously, "No, you misheard. Besides, one of them is like my son, and the other is like my grandson, so it's no big deal for me to call them that. I didn't mean anything bad by it; it's all just a biological reference."

Aaron thought viciously, looking at his father's shameless appearance, and decided to teach him a lesson.

Anda quickly changed the subject, asking hastily, "Have you sorted out those Kane swords and other random stuff?"

Aaron answered truthfully, "Yesterday, Marum and I stole back the degraded Kane sword and remelted it into a small cauldron for Angron."

“We made a new sword to replace it, which should not cause any chaotic pollution, whether it is a spirit god or an evil god.”

Anda frowned and mumbled something:

“You may have overlooked a problem: if the way the Kane Sword controls people is to stab them, and then open up, its internal structure will replace blood vessels to maintain the target’s life.”

"If you make a fake sword and send it over, wouldn't that just stab King Philip to death!"

Adachi's tone was sarcastic:

"Ruthless! Your mother caused the late king to drown in the lake with just one sentence, and you made a sword to kill the new king. Our family is truly ruthless; we're practically king-reaping machines of Macedonia."

Aaron was already looking for a suitable stone by the roadside, ready to pick it up and smash it over the old man's head.

Can't he just act like a human being?

It seems my prayers in the Lion Forest have failed. That old thing hasn't changed in over 40,000 years and still likes to tease his son.

After much deliberation, he had no choice but to stand by the riverbank, holding his fish basket.

“I’m warning you, Father, watch your words. And don’t tease Ryan like that anymore. He’s an old man now, and you still treat him like a child.”

"Otherwise, I'll release all these fish back into the wild."

Unexpectedly, my father acted as if he were completely unfazed, treating the fishing machine in his hand like a precious treasure, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"So what if you lose it? It's no big deal to miss out on a fish meal. I've already won first place with my fishing machine, securing a spot in the final competition. The championship is definitely mine!"

"With an automatic fishing machine, I can catch as many fish as I want. To be honest, I don't even want the fish in this basket!"

That's it, this old man's weaknesses are dwindling, making it even harder to find fault with him.

We need to find a new weakness—

Aaron was pondering this, but before he could come to a conclusion, he heard a commotion by the roadside. The morning market had just started, and a blood-soaked figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The crowd was terrified. They didn't even care about the vendors in front of them and jumped and ran away to avoid the horrifying thing.

The man had disheveled hair and his skin was covered in blood, with no obvious source of the wounds.

Blood soaked his body, making him look as if he had been pulled out of a pool. As he moved forward, several jets of blood sprayed out with each movement, splashing onto the surrounding objects.

Its face was ferocious, and its eyes remained open, causing countless streams of blood to gush out, turning its eyeballs red and covering them with a red, reptile-like membrane.

This blood seemed to remain perpetually fresh, constantly gushing forth from the void, flowing ceaselessly; it was living blood, not the kind that quickly congeals into bloodstains after being spilled.

If all this blood comes from this person's body, at this rate, he will bleed to death in no time.

The monster had previously only been splashing its blood onto the group.

But after people scattered and fled, this person, unable to disperse, and whose sensory organs, operating in an unknown manner, failed to detect the presence of living people.

Instead, standing still, the blood in his body began to evaporate, and his bulging muscles twitched, as if—

It's about to explode!

Anda, with a sly smile on his face, leaned closer to Aaron and said:

"You only solved the problem of the sword, ensuring that the king wouldn't become a true mad king, but you forgot to stop these believers from doing anything bloody themselves."

“I know that madman Kane. He has countless innocent people on his hands who have been provoked. In a way, he is no different from the God of Blood.”

"It looks like it's about to explode, with blood raining down everywhere. I'll probably see a few warlords use this kind of technology in the future, but they won't use it to fight enemies; they'll just set off fireworks for fun."

"Later I started kicking their heads like balls. When there are a lot of people, there are always a few troublemakers who need to be dealt with."

Aaron didn't have time to listen to the old man's complaints; he simply asked:

"If this is also a form of warp magic, can I stop it if I go there now?"

Anda chuckled, grabbed Aaron's arm as he was walking forward, and pulled him back.

"With your father around, it's not your place to interfere. Things that are already integrated with reality, especially purely physical ones, are beyond your control. Like this blood exploding and causing corrosion, it's useless to you."

"But if a living person explodes, with bone fragments flying everywhere, it will still hurt you."

After the old father finished speaking, he stepped forward, and his back suddenly became majestic and tall.

He left behind only one sentence:

“Son, there’s nothing that you have to bear. You don’t have to think about rushing to protect them every time you see danger.”

With a sinister grin, Anda approached the bloodied figure that was about to explode and pulled it into his arms.

Bang!

A muffled thud rang out, and blood splattered on the ground within a few meters, with bits of flesh and bone clanging and clattering on the ground.

The skull, however, was relatively intact and landed perfectly in Anda's arms.

"Disgusting. I thought it was mostly insects that self-destructed, and Blood God would never do it this way. There's no beauty in martial arts at all. Oh, I almost forgot, this is Kane's method."

"That makes sense now that it's so despicable."

Anda muttered to himself, wiping his face and body with his hand. They were covered in blood; this scene was perfect for making a blood plasma film.

"Erda, give us a thunder!"

He looked up and shouted, and a gray bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, obliterating all the flesh and dust in the area.

Even Anda's hair stood on end, making it look much longer.

Taking advantage of the smoke, the old father hurriedly returned, picked up his fishing equipment again, and headed home.

He didn't forget to preach along the way:

“You’re a person too. There’s no need to rush to help anyone who’s in trouble. Let them solve it themselves. Get your mindset in check, focus on the important things, and don’t worry about the trivial ones.”

"Did you make a note of it?"

Anda glared at her son. If she hadn't stopped him, Aaron would have gone over there and been bombed.

We need to find a way to change Aaron's mindset; he's never encountered any real danger growing up.

In times of life and death, there are always those who step forward to shoulder the burden.

But he won't always be so lucky. Aaron needs to be a decent human being and not try to act like a saint.

Otherwise, it would make him seem like a father whose moral character is lacking.

Meanwhile, at the Macedonian royal palace.

Erda unleashed several more bolts of lightning, annihilating the blood-soaked figures that were about to explode.

Now only these followers of Kane remain, their evil intentions undiminished, seeking to create trouble and demonstrate to Macedonia that it should launch a major military campaign and conquer all sides.

Erda was prepared. First, she sent Marum to Ific. He didn't kill anyone; it seemed like he just went around, but in reality, he was helping Erda leave a mark.

She had her own ways of avoiding war, and even when the so-called red-headed men her man spoke of came, she couldn't provoke Philip to fight.

After all, material things determine everything, at least in the current era.

Erda is going to perform brain surgery on the high-ranking officials of both countries, using psionic energy to temporarily sever the transmission of bioelectricity in their frontal lobes, turning them all into idiots.

The methods these older, immortal beings used to handle things might sound unreliable, but they were indeed effective.

Erda was too lazy to organize any propaganda campaign or write a paper or speech to argue that war should not be started now, as the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

If the king loses his mind during this time, they can free up their resources to send all the followers of the God of War to Mars to freeze to death, and the problem will be solved.

Chapter 350 Welcoming the New Victim, Ares Makes His Appearance (3K)

King Philip was a young man, and objectively speaking, he was not as valiant as his cousin, nor was he as assertive in politics.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a mother who wanted to rule from behind the scenes, which offset many of his shortcomings, he might not have been able to gain a foothold.

Fortunately, the Temple of the Sun had always supported King Philip, and even the most treasonous act of Erda being carried in a sedan chair by the temple's armed servants was not worth mentioning.

"Priest, will the problem really be solved after I take a nap?"

The young King Philip was very grateful to the priest, and he was particularly moved by the dangers of war and riots that Irda had shown him.

Not to mention that when he was trapped inside the filthy giant, it was the priest's son who rescued him.

Now all he has to do is lie on a stone slab and drink a poison that will put him to sleep but won't kill him.

Erda's dark skin was hidden behind the light gauze of the sedan chair, and her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Your Majesty, do you insist on staying awake to see clearly what we are about to do?"

King Philip, his face flushed with embarrassment, said:

"Priest, you said this witchcraft is meant to exorcise demons. I'd really like to see how it's done. It's also to leave some experience for future generations, so that no king will ever be disturbed by demons again."

Erda could only nod helplessly and said, "Fine, I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone brought out a white stone plate with a slender blade inside.

The blade size was just right for prying open the skull.

"This thing will open your brain and destroy all the demons that try to corrupt you within your mind."

Erda spoke softly, and the dagger floated up, slowly moving toward Philip's head.

"Drink, I'll drink! High Priest, I'd better forget this way of eliminating demons completely."

Erda then smiled. When she used to work as a shaman in the tribe, she would knock people unconscious before she could act.

Hades later said that he could use herbs that, when ingested, would cause unconsciousness without causing death.

But Erda developed a path dependency and still preferred to use psionic powers to stun people directly.

If it weren't for the fact that King Philip was a king, Erda would have been too lazy to brew the medicine.

She wasn't even sure if she remembered Hades' prescription. After the king finished drinking it, she would knock him unconscious, a double precaution.