Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anda's mind went blank; he stood there, stunned, wondering how his son had come up with this idea.

"You mean, this divine punishment is a grand pleasure, indulging in extreme emotions, and controlling the lives of others? It's possible that the god truly protected the clergy and deliberately created this series of events just to watch people be stripped of their sense of order in an apocalyptic situation?"

The old father truly lived up to his reputation as the wisest man of the future; he astutely perceived the connection between a mere possibility mentioned by Aaron.

Yes, if this isn't divine retribution, but rather part of a game between God and certain people, then it's ridiculous.

Aaron nodded seriously and said:

"From your description, we can conclude that Sodom derived pleasure from constantly breaking through the moral and ethical boundaries that human civilization had gradually developed."

"But at this time, they still maintained the organizational form of city-state, rulers, and the ruled. The social order was far from reaching the level of complete collapse of ritual and music and abandonment of all constraints. If they wanted to obtain a more extreme sense of pleasure, they had to break these constraints and let the social order completely collapse."

“Apocalyptic scenarios are the most favorable environment for this purpose.”

Anda chuckled a few times and casually said:

"There's no need to be so literary or logical. It makes it seem like you're the only smart person in the family."

He simply lay down and tried to get some more sleep, figuring he could deal with whatever happened once they arrived.

No matter how ambitious you are, when it comes to dealing with problems, you still have to drag it out until the very end, and many of your hidden tricks won't come into play. You still have to take up your sword and go up to fight to solve the problem.

Therefore, the brain is actually useless; focus on building muscles and creating weapons.

If you have enough strength, you can defeat your enemy.

The burning sensation in the air grew stronger, but the temperature wasn't unbearable. It was the pervasive volcanic ash that was terrifying; every breath felt like sand being sucked into your lungs.

You can even feel the stinging sensation of those particles scraping through your nasal cavity, but you can't even sneeze.

Aaron was, after all, a mortal, and this was not his dream, so he could freely imagine that his body was unaffected.

He couldn't help but cough, and a gloating look appeared in Anda's eyes:

"Hahaha—that's it. Realizing that you are just a fragile mortal, don't think about saving the world. That's the hardest job. Just go to a rich and noble place and live out your life."

They finally reached the edge of the volcano, beside several rivers of lava that were gradually cooling and dying down.

A small group of clergy stood there and threw a blindfolded, handcuffed citizen into the lava river.

People could see with their naked eyes that the brightly lit river, which represented the countdown, was weakening at a slower pace.

In other words, as long as enough people are thrown in, the countdown will not end.

Moved by the scene before him, Marum reflected on the state of the empire during his own time and sighed:

"Unfortunately, I estimated the population here. It would take all the people of Sodom to fill all six lava rivers. In other words, if this is some kind of atonement mechanism, everyone in the city would have to die."

Anda pouted and said, "What's so regrettable about that? Isn't it great?"

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up!"

"Wait a minute! You're arresting that little brat! I'm still in my prime, a living person!"

"Didn't you say you'd give us time to choose again?"

Anda let out a strange cry as the guards hoisted him up, bound his hands and feet with iron chains, and headed toward the lava river.

Marum even had to chase after her and whisper a reminder in her ear:

“Master, don’t remove your veil. They’re just about to throw you into the lava. If your veil comes off, I fear they might do something even worse.”

These words frightened Anda so much that he quickly gritted his teeth and dared not shout anymore.

Thus, while everyone else was cursing and swearing, Anda's meekness was seen as a sign of piety and was the first one thrown down.

Aaron, despite his physical discomfort, stood up and watched his father being thrown into the lava.

This scene should be celebrated by everyone, and it would be best if all the brothers came to see it.

Chapter 395 Barbaros's Incompetent Sun (3K)

And so, all the lava rivers resumed their flow, showing no signs of weakening for at least six hours.

"These demons are clearly quite human. After replenishing their numbers, they sacrificed the excess population as a reward for delaying the inevitable."

Marum carefully assessed the situation and speculated that the number of people sacrificed was sufficient to delay the spread for two days.

The clergy of Sodom also calculated this result, and gloriously announced that the gods had stopped the disaster and they could return to their good life in the past!

Amidst this propaganda, people who had originally fled to the edge of the city gradually came to the edge of the volcano and joined the joyous party.

Nothing can compare to the emotions unleashed when one survives a horrific disaster.

Before any absurdity could unfold, Aaron immediately pinned Angron down on the donkey cart, allowing him to fall asleep thanks to the Primarch's astonishing body control.

The sights outside are not for children to see.

Aaron is an adult; Aaron can see.

He observed everything around him, calmed himself down a bit, and had Marum lead the donkey cart to a place where the air quality was relatively good, so that he wouldn't have trouble breathing.

Fortunately, after the volcano was sacrificed, even the smoke and ash from the eruption subsided, seemingly the last rays of sunlight before sunset.

Although Xiao Ma wasn't tied with a rope, he followed the family and resisted the urge to run to the lava river and watch the old man be burned to charcoal.

The false emperor is immortal, selfish, and cruel.

The real mystery lies beneath the magma, a mystery he personally selected from the experiences of his brothers.

At this moment, Little Horse was more concerned about Aaron. He did not acknowledge him as the brother of the Great Primarch, but was simply curious about one thing.

He once questioned Macardo why his father was so cruel to the Primarchs, just because they were born freaks, just tools?

So, this genuine human son, whose father was even willing to be thrown into lava in their place.

Although this is partly due to the fact that it is an immortal being.

But when has such a father ever done this much for his Primarch "sons"?

Little Horse couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

This can't be done, it shouldn't be done, why should it be done this way!

The man who was promised absolute freedom to travel among the stars with his father and witness the magnificence of the Milky Way was Magnus!

Angron obediently controlled his body and fell asleep, trying not to hear those decadent sounds.

But he still sensed the little horse's emotional neighing, and obediently asked with his eyes closed:

“Brother, Little Ma seems a bit excited. You need to keep an eye on him and make sure he's not taken away. I'm worried those people might do bad things to the horse.”

Aaron gently patted Xiao An's forehead:

"Okay, go to sleep now."

Xiao An pouted, closed her eyes even tighter, covered her head with her hands, and mumbled:

"Angron is asleep now!"

Once they reached a safe place, Marum lifted the tarpaulin to cover everyone, so that the outside scene wouldn't offend their eyes.

Aaron was still a little disappointed; he wanted to take a few more glances.

Very few of the behaviors outside involve pleasure in a cognitive sense; more often, they involve obtaining mental stimulation through extreme behaviors.

It leans more towards abuse.

At least by observing the location of the whip strike and the volume of the corresponding scream, one can understand where the pain is most intense and where the nerves are most densely packed.

Although Aaron didn't have the Primarch's ability to fully control his body, he listened to the noises outside for a while, but then he felt sleepy, as if listening to them for too long had become harmless.

Unless you tell him right now that someone outside is eating fresh shit, he might stick his head out to see what's going on.

But regardless of the nature of the blasphemous act, the beauty and ugliness displayed in people's expressions during the act of blasphemy are expressions that people living peaceful lives would never show.

Sigh, what exactly is right?

Aaron himself also has the urge to seek thrills, or to imagine, even for just a moment, being captivated by these thrilling behaviors.

No one can really say for sure what's right or wrong. Those who pursue extreme emotions can ignore the damage to their bodies and souls and believe that the happiness they get is enough to make up for it.

Therefore, after becoming food for demons or even demons themselves, who can say that they did not live a perfect life?

Since I can't figure it out for now, I'll stop thinking about it.

Aaron felt sleepy, turned over, put his hand on Angron's back, and fell asleep.

To be honest, after that old man got rid of his annoying thing, the donkey cart was actually quite spacious, and it was much more comfortable to sleep on.

"Angron is asleep, Angron is asleep."

After being patted on the back by Aaron, Xiao An started talking in his sleep, repeating the fact that he had already fallen asleep.

But at some point, a pungent smell of some kind of burning herb began to assault Angron's sense of smell, trying to wake him up.

The Primarch endured it for a while, but then felt an itch in his nose and couldn't hold it in any longer. He sneezed, and then unconsciously opened his eyes. He found himself in a village meadow, with freshly dried crops next to him. They looked like wheat, but smaller and a bit grayish-green, so they didn't seem like edible things.

Xiao An looked up and saw the "sun," a shimmering figure suspended high on a wooden frame, serving as the source of the light.

"dad?"

He knew his father could glow, so he squinted and looked closely before recognizing him: "It's Uncle Helios!"

At this moment, the corner of this world that Angron had glimpsed was slowly revealed.

Behind the "Sun Uncle," a gray-green cloud was shrouded in thick clouds. The heavy cloud layer was not a symbol of a storm, but rather a thick layer of volcanic ash in the sky above Sodom.

This represents darkness and disaster; without the nurturing of sunlight, normal natural crops struggle to grow.

Therefore, the luminous Helios was hung on a wooden frame to serve as the sun.

This sun god was certainly put to good use.

Anglong looked up and saw that although Uncle was hanging there, the surrounding supports and ropes were quite stable, so there was no need to worry about him falling.

His face was calm, and apart from being a little thin from not eating well, there were no visible signs of abuse on his body.

My uncle was fast asleep, hanging on the shelf facing the wind, and even the swaying of the wind couldn't wake him.

Anglong even thought that Uncle Hao had voluntarily been hung up there.

Footsteps and the sound of tools being wielded came from behind:

"Whose child is this? Come out right now! This food is very precious, don't pee on it!"