Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, everything was quite uneventful, and it seems that he still obediently handed over the throne to his outstanding younger brothers.

This old guy should just live like an ordinary person.

After settling things at home, the three of them and their donkey set off.

Anda was still the champion of the second stage of the fishing competition, and people already recognized his face and congratulated him.

This old man's charm is gradually returning; he's in the most comfortable state right now.

If I fully recover, I'll have to go back to wearing a light veil to cover my face.

They entered the palace without much trouble. Among the palace guards were some fishermen who secretly inquired with Anda about which master had designed the automatic fishing machine.

I hope to purchase it at a high price.

Adachi finally got to experience what it felt like to be admired, and not even when she was using all her charm!

He even forgot about the sword-presenting ceremony, abandoned his son, brothers, and fifth brother, and started calling people brothers, spouting all sorts of fishing theories, which drew stares from those around him.

I wish I could carry Anda to the bathhouse tonight so they could join in the fun and do their homework properly.

"Uncle Ares, you don't seem to react much to my father's behavior?"

Aaron looked at Ares with curiosity, who had a calm expression on his face. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything!

You should know that even Hades, one of the older uncles, would occasionally say things like, "Neos has really changed."

Ares spoke calmly:

"Do you know why I stopped being the tribal shaman? It's because your father stole the dance I used for my sacrificial rituals, and within days people were more willing to believe in Neos's rituals. They almost tore his grass skirt off."

“This guy is indeed a genius, I am not as good as him. But his behavior is really unpredictable, just take it easy, and I feel sorry for you all these years. Seeing how skilled you are at housework, and considering the time, you will be an adult soon, why don’t you come with me to cultivate for a period of time?”

Another uncle extended an olive branch, but Aaron sighed:

"Sigh, I'm still worried about him. What if he becomes lazy and dies after I leave?"

Chapter 355 Alarm, Adachi Passively Recovers (310 words per day)

"Alright, I respect your choice. Apollo once said that it was a great regret that he couldn't take you with him back then."

Ares did not force anyone; he had anticipated this.

He turned to find Anda and pulled him out of the crowd.

They had done many things like pulling Poseidon out of the animal pile before, so they were quite skilled at it.

He slapped Anda across the face: "Hey, wake up! We need to be aware of the dangers at all times. This is not the time to fool around!"

Anda spat back, his saliva landing all over Ares's face.

"Damn it, you're always watching me. Do you think this is a job? This isn't my job."

"You guys can just go and watch, I want to share my valuable fishing experience and experience what it feels like to be respected!"

Ares, holding onto Anda's collar tightly, remained calm and asked without getting angry:

“Nyos, these assassins are not human. They call me ‘Lord of Humanity.’ Do you have any clues?”

Ares knew he might be a little slow-witted, but not to the point of having dementia and being unable to remember things.

I can still remember the words that assassins often use.

They were a bit slow to react; they only remembered to ask these questions after they had left their homes and arrived at the palace.

Anda showed no sign of being in the wrong and chuckled:

"It means that in the future, you will become a powerful leader in order to protect humanity. All your enemies will want to kill you and will try all sorts of schemes to get rid of you."

"Human beings are not monolithic. Some people regard you as a god, while others think you are the enemy who killed their parents and cut off their path to advancement."

Anda's tone gradually became heavy, and Ares's eyes became more confused. He needed some time to understand these words.

The old man sighed softly:

"Oh, just kidding. Actually, that person was me; those assassins just mistook me for someone else. I'm not in the mood to keep playing with idiots, but I hope you won't bother me and let me enjoy myself."

"Enjoy being a human being before I get splashed with excrement or gilded."

This was the first time Ares had seen such genuine sadness in Neos's eyes, but he quickly asked in bewilderment:

"Are you lying to me again? I'm not as shrewd as Poseidon or Apollo."

Anda laughed and put his arm around Ares's shoulder:

"Probably. If they were here, I wouldn't say these things."

He glanced sideways at his foolish son, who was watching someone set up a carpet in the distance, and whispered something in Ares' ear:

"By the way, don't tell my son these things. He's smart and he'll overthink things."

Ares nodded emphatically; his character was trustworthy.

If Apollo were here, he would have already rushed over and told Aaron that his father had gone mad and had a mental illness, and that he should run away with his uncle.

Anda let go of his hand, and he returned to the atmosphere of being worshipped, but several people started to touch him inappropriately, putting their arms around his shoulders.

Many people also used the excuse of having Adachi train their wrist strength for fishing to touch their forearm muscles, moving upwards step by step.

No, you're just fishing, why would you want me to see your pecs!

Are they really that close?

It turns out that these people saw Anda and a tough guy who was practically a living hero "whispering in each other's arms" and mistakenly thought that this fishing expert liked this kind of thing.

They also increasingly felt that Anda Weir was a handsome man with delicate features and a dashing figure, truly a heartthrob.

The pursuit and yearning for beautiful things is human nature and understandable.

Anda gradually realized something was wrong. He thought that other people's pectoral muscles were just styes, but these people were actually starting to lift up his robes to look at his pectoral muscles!

Oh no! That familiar feeling surged back; my passivity had returned!

"Ares, Ares, get me out!"

He shouted loudly and looked around, only to see Ares already beside Aaron, though they were quite far apart.

Ares looked back and assumed that the people who worshipped Neos were being too enthusiastic and that Neos was waving and showing off to him.

He could understand some of the meaning behind what Neos had just said. Alas, it turned out that his future would be so bitter.

Let this younger brother enjoy the few good things he has left.

Ares resolutely turned around and focused on asking Aaron why he was watching others lay out carpets.

Aaron was oblivious to the perilous situation his father was in, focusing solely on answering his uncle's questions:

"When it comes to the sword presentation ceremony, I asked the people who arrange court etiquette. The king will walk up the steps to this position, and those bad guys are a few feet away in between. I estimate the length of the sword and am thinking about whether I can do something to the carpet."

Ares asked curiously, "The length of the sword? Do you think they might turn the sword-offering ceremony into an assassination?"

Aaron nodded: "It's all open here, and there aren't any pillars that Father told us about the future, pillars that would allow the king to dodge."

"So we need to do something. If things get bad, we'll just pull the carpet and make them all fall to the ground to buy some time."

Ares simply agreed, saying, "Fine, I'll do whatever my nephew says."

Since I'm not very bright, I'll just listen to the smart people.

The uncle and nephew were completely oblivious to the terrifying ordeal their family's most useless member was facing. Instead, they found it increasingly interesting to investigate how pulling out the carpet could cause someone to slip and fall.

Ares began to imagine his psionic form, thinking that before it had only been chains bound to his fists.

If you can swing it out and tie it to the enemy's leg, you can make them lose their balance.

The longer and more unpredictable the weapon, the more difficult it is to control, and there's a chance it might hit you.

Ares expressed his doubts.

Aaron frowned, then slapped his thigh:

"Why worry about that? That's psionic energy, not matter! Uncle, listen carefully, when you swing the chain, imagine it's extended."

"When you need to roll it back, imagine it has shortened, and you don't have to follow the laws of matter, just reduce the output of psionic energy."

Ares pondered carefully: extend or shorten?

These immortals all mastered psychic powers through trial and error, excluding the exceptionally gifted Erda and Neos.

I was stupid; it turns out that psychic energy can be shaped according to one's own will.

This is much more convenient.

It is said that weapons of different lengths have their advantages and disadvantages, but what if you could control the length of your own weapon—or even its hardness—at will!

You can defeat more enemies on your own!

Even at this moment, Ares was still thinking about the effects of increasing his combat power.

Before the two could even begin their experiment, they heard the sound of horns coming from the palace gates not far away, and the followers of all the gods entered together.

Compared to previous political coronation ceremonies, this sword offering was more like the king gaining the approval of believers in other gods besides the Temple of the Sun.

Many believers traveled far and wide, also serving as bards and healers, and quickly spread the story of King Philip far and wide.

What? You're saying he didn't have any heroic deeds when he first ascended the throne?

Excuse me, but at this point, you can take initiative and start expanding the facts conditionally.

For example, the new king was pulled from the mouth of a demon giant by someone else.

In the story, the new king rushed into the demon's mouth and, together with the idol, defeated the demon from the inside out.

When the new king was a child, he fell down the stairs. It was as if he had glimpsed a divine oracle and was fighting against the threads of fate. After the fall, he fell seriously ill. When he awoke again, he was exceptionally intelligent, far surpassing his peers.

Anyway, if you ask whether this happened or not, there's a 50-60% chance it's true.

In people's minds, King Philip had become an outstanding young man who could resist the tyranny of the wicked woman and understand the people's sentiments, assisting the former king in his administration.

The messengers knelt in submission, then looked up at the king, who stood majestically atop the steps of the gate.

The hall was brightly lit. King Philip stood with his back to the light, and the light filtering through the edges of his hair was visible. The shadows perfectly covered his face, giving him an air of mystery, majesty, and unfathomable power.

"So this is what it looks like when backlit. If some smoke were to spread out from the ground, it would be even more unpredictable."

Aaron, hiding on the sidelines, remarked that if these arrangements were used in a stage play, the audience's experience would be even better.