Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 398 Little Mordred's Pendant Helios (3K)

When Aaron opened his eyes again, a blinding golden light was flashing in front of him.

Fortunately, this time the Angron in her arms was still there and hadn't been scattered to other places.

He struggled to sit up and found himself lying in a large stone house, where even the bed was just ordinary plant fabric laid out on suitable stones.

Uncle Helios stood in the center of the room, his expression aloof. The people around him felt ashamed in the face of his golden radiance, after all, they were only dressed in simple clothes, their skin was so rough, and their appearance was not even ordinary, suffering from the torment of alienation.

In such an environment, how sacred it must be for a shining god to stand among the crowd.

Until God spoke: "Oh, my dear nephew, you've finally woken up! I've missed you so much!"

God's voice carried a thick, indistinct dialect accent. He transformed from a majestic and handsome deity into a clown actor who had probably just been painted with glowing paint, his movements becoming comical as he lunged forward and hugged Aaron.

Then she started crying and sobbing, telling her tales of her suffering. The sight was so pitiful that it made one want to slap her.

If my father or any of my other uncles were here, they would have already started.

Only Aaron, with his good temper, patiently listened to Uncle Helios recount his ordeal with a snotty nose.

A few months ago, Helios jumped into the warp and drifted all the way to Barbarus, falling from the clouds and crashing down in front of Mortarion, who had just conquered a warlord.

Almost every place has a legend about a person or god who will fall from the sky and save the world.

Not to mention that due to the environmental problems in Barbarus, Helios's abilities were automatically activated, manifesting as a golden god descending from the sky, staring blankly at his new world.

Wherever his feet touched, the poisonous gas was dispelled, and even food that was originally inedible and only meant to fill the stomach was purified.

Such a miracle caused many soldiers who had just cheered because of Mortarion's attack to immediately kneel down and offer their devotion to the god, even shouting that it was because of the god's arrival and protection that they had defeated the local warlord!

Mortarian utterly despised this, arguing that human destiny could not be resolved by some ethereal deity.

What's more, just a moment ago, the name that people revered was Mortarian.

I personally organized the military training and led them to victory over the long-exploiting warlords, securing food and land for survival.

This "god" simply fell down and did nothing, yet people considered him the one who brought about all the achievements!

He killed Helios on the spot and roared for everyone to stand up. The real victory was won with the blood and sacrifice of each and every one of them!

He had finally managed to bring his companions' thoughts back on track, but that very night, amidst the terrified screams of the people, Helios staggered to his feet, reattached his head, and the golden light reappeared.

This elevated the quality of the food and drinks at the celebration party that evening to a whole new level.

Mortarian remained silent, only continuing to swing his scythe.

He would not allow any wrong forces to lead the people he sought to liberate down the wrong path!

People should be self-reliant, not pray to gods!

So Mortarion killed Helios fourteen times that night, and each time Helios was quickly resurrected.

On the fifteenth time, a companion finally stood in front of Mortarion, and his scythe swing slowed down, eventually changing direction and slashing at the ground beside him.

Finally relieved, Helios, who was able to ask questions, learned of Mortarion's name and his inner potential, which was almost identical to that of Angron.

He realized that this was the future son of Neos, whom both Aaron and Apollo had mentioned, and the key to saving the world.

For some reason, Mortarion's inner essence was extremely restrained and controlled; he himself was not even aware of the existence of these essences, and only used the physical strength of his Primarch to fight.

This also meant that Helios didn't have to stay by Mortarion's side as he had when he looked at Angron's hideous maw.

Having figured this out, Helios immediately shouted "Nephew!" and rushed to Mortarion, weeping and wailing as he did before Aaron, recounting the vile behavior of his Primarch father.

And so, the identity of the Mortarionian prince began to circulate in Barbarus for the first time.

People know that the sun god who descended from the sky is the brother of the god-king, and Mortarion is the god-son who was stranded on earth and was destined to come and save them.

Although it was still a superstitious belief, Mortarian hesitated for the first time when the object of the superstition was himself.

He had never felt this way before, that he was the so-called chosen one.

At this point, Mortalian had not yet experienced the turmoil of the future, and his inner confusion still allowed him to think freely, unlike his fourth brother who headed headlong into a dead end.

So he began to ponder whether his actions were from his own heart or a twist of fate, and for once, he suffered from insomnia.

Until his uncle, gleaming with gold, came to his side and comforted him, saying that no matter what force was driving him, the only one who could save people and eliminate all the warlords was him.

You still need to do your part to benefit this world, and build a spaceship to send your uncle home as soon as possible!

It's unclear how effective Mortarion's counseling was, but he chose to keep Helios by his side and, through his own arrangements, assist in food production.

To prevent Helios from slipping out of his control and giving rise to more uncontrollable religious factors.

Mortarian was initially wary of Helios, fearing that the latter's previous statements were merely a ruse to deceive him.

But Helios's appalling behavior along the way made Mortarian find it hard to believe that the gods in the heavens were like this.

These shocks made Mortarian feel as if even if there were any gods in this world, it wouldn't matter anymore.

But Mo still cautiously asked Helios, if that god-king father really existed, how strong was He compared to the sun god?

Helios lied; how could he lose face in front of his nephew?

In his description, all the gods are not very different overall, but each has its own unique characteristics.

For example, the father of the good nephew, the god-king, was just a god who could make thunder, and therefore was called the king of the sky.

Once he realized this, Mortarian felt relieved.

The so-called sun god is nothing more than a large artificial light bulb, so the father who controls thunder and lightning is probably just someone who can produce a few sparks at most.

Mo was satisfied and brought Helios back. He then ordered the conquered lands to prepare for battle and went alone to the valley region to coordinate the new troops.

Leaving Helios in a nearby village as a disinfection lamp is certainly making the best use of him.

Mortarian showed little respect for Helios, even needing extra care, and felt like he was a burden.

This feeling of being needed annoyed Mortalian, yet he couldn't quite let go of it.

After all, if he were to abandon this good uncle, the warlords would send him to the dissection table.

As Helios finished speaking, the gate of the stone house was slowly pushed open, and the tall Mortarion bowed and entered the house.

The room was fairly spacious, and Mortarian could stand up straight.

He had already learned the identities of the two men from Helios, his so-called "brothers".

Moreover, it is not a physical entity, but rather a projection that traveled through time, and is located in its homeland more than 30,000 years ago.

It's strange that someone with such abilities has weak physical strength and would be easily defeated by themselves.

Mortalian never felt troubled by situations he could control; in fact, he quite liked the feeling of everything in the world moving according to his own judgment.

If any changes occur that he cannot predict or understand, then those gods, magic, and fate—

He would rather everything remain stagnant, so that he could return to his comfort zone.

(Jianqi: No, not at all.)

"No matter where you come from, turn back. I don't need any help."

Motalian pulled off his mask, finally revealing an ordinary face that was neither handsome nor ugly.

The resentment on their faces mirrored that of their elderly fathers when forced to do housework.

Life isn't that bad yet, but it's not going well either; that's the feeling.

Even when the old father was at his worst, he could still turn his mindset around, laugh out loud, and then slap fate in the face.

This younger brother always seemed unlikely to make it through and would become a slave to fate.

The moment Aaron saw Mortarian's face, that thought came to mind.

Damn old man, how come he only passes on bad traits, and all those good human qualities and perseverance!

Anyway, it's all the old man's fault. Even if his younger brother is wrong, it should be the older brother who corrects and educates him.

The eldest brother is like a father.

Before Aaron could speak, Helios changed direction and lectured him in an adult tone:

“We’re all family, why are you being so formal? Good nephew, this is your brother, your own brother! Have you always felt lonely and adrift, without the warmth of family? Now that’s great, we’ve come to keep you company, you should be happy.”

Mortarian remained unmoved:

"Useless trash. Without my protection, you would have been torn to pieces and eaten by the warlords."

Helios, who had been a mere accessory all along, seemed utterly oblivious to his own limitations, or perhaps he was simply relying on his immortality to keep teasing Mordred.

"I am deeply grateful to my good nephew for this. But if you treat your older brother badly, I won't be able to stop your father from beating you when he comes over in a few years."

Xiao Mo looked puzzled: "Huh? My father will appear?"

He was somewhat uneasy, even judging from Helios's assessment, the father figure was not a particularly powerful individual.

But what's the meaning behind the whole family coming here for a team-building event?

Are you treating the world I'm working so hard to save like a tourist attraction?

Chapter 399 The Sun God and the Sea God, both wanderers in the same world (3K)

"Little Mo, Little Mo, don't be afraid. When Daddy wants to beat you, I'll help you. I'll grab his neck, you break his shoulders, and I'll get Fourth Brother to break his waist. Hehe, the four of us together will definitely be able to knock Daddy to the ground!"

A slightly cheerful child's voice rang out, interrupting Mortalian's somber mood.

The little kid who had run down from the arms of the bald young man he had seen before stood in front of him, head held high and hands on hips.

The expression on his face, especially the happiness filling his eyes, was something Mortarian had never seen before.

Barbarossa has very few children who grow up in happiness; most people live in hell from birth.

He felt a strange pang of jealousy, and thought to himself, "I am so much stronger, and I am going to save the people of Barbarossa from all this suffering."

The achievements he has made are far beyond the comprehension of these young children. Could this little brat possibly be capable of such a great responsibility?

Thinking of this, Mortarian's heart calmed down, completely suppressing those negative thoughts.

They are never passively resolved. Whether it is a mortal or a Primal, these emotions will only be hidden for a lifetime, and then erupt at some point.

"Do as you please, just don't interfere with my plans."

Mortarian lowered his voice, forcing a cold and indifferent look into his eyes.

He never considered these people as family. Even Helios was merely a useful, sophisticated instrument that required his care, as he could disinfect.