Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron simply picked Xiao An up and said:

"Father, you stand at the front later so you can protect us if there is any danger."

The group had already slipped to the edge of the small building. Looking up, they saw some lights on the second floor, and a figure was leaning against the closed window, fast asleep.

It can only be said that Mendis does have some control over this dangerous statue, but he only arranged for someone to keep watch here after today's incident.

At this moment, Adachi said with a look of disappointment:

"What would I do up there? Would I turn to stone too? Do you think I'd make you all fatherless children?!"

"Besides, Angron is protected by your mother, so as long as the psionic reaction is weaker than her power, it will have no effect on Angron."

Angron said excitedly, "Then can I physically enter the warp to find food? I suspect the reason I can't cook real-world food well is because I haven't tried combining it with the power of the warp."

He raised his head, full of excitement. Once a person with a dream feels that they have found a new way of thinking, they will stubbornly believe that the path they have not taken before is the right one.

But instead of his father's praise, he received a loud slap on the forehead: bang!

"You unfilial son, do you want to dig food out of the cesspool for me to eat?!"

Upon hearing Angron's words, Anda recalled the time when he reached out to grab the Golden Fleece and rescued Helios from the belly of the Great Demon.

That feeling is one he never wants to recall for the rest of his life.

Xiao An could only cover his head pitifully and fall silent again. He seemed to have offended his parents one after another and was afraid that he would be abandoned by his family.

The family, stealthy and sneaky, prepared to climb to the second floor. Anda pulled up his pants, tied Xiao An to his front, took a deep breath, jumped up, grabbed the protruding bricks on the wall, and began to climb.

Marum crouched down slightly to gather his strength, and he was able to jump up to the second floor on his own.

When the three of them entered the second-floor balcony, they looked left and right but couldn't see Aaron.

Anda couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, this good-for-nothing, finally there's something he can't do—huh?"

His voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost: "How did you get up here?"

Before he could finish speaking, Aaron appeared on the other side of the balcony, his clothes and fingers spotless and clean.

Aaron frowned and said, "How do we get up here? We can take the stairs. The courtyard downstairs isn't locked."

The group exchanged glances, about to speak again, when the door to the house between them was pushed open. The fat old man, who could barely be considered a guard, emerged, still sleepy-eyed, leaning on the balcony and retching a few times, muttering:

“You wretched Raelis, go steal those gold and silver treasures! Those things are valuable. I, Antegone, am also short of money. If I were assigned to guard that warehouse, I could at least pocket some myself.”

"Three people have died because of this damn statue, why don't they learn their lesson? Sigh, if nothing else happens tonight, I'm going home to sleep. Who cares if someone else is going to die tonight?"

Antagne was cursing and had just said that no one would be there tonight when he turned his head and saw a strange group in front of him: a strange-looking guy dressed in sloppy clothes but holding a child in his arms, and a man who looked like an Athenian mercenary standing behind him.

He hurriedly rubbed his eyes, and when he could see things clearly again, there was nothing there.

It's probably just a hallucination caused by the gods. He needs to find an opportunity to go to the temple and ask how to change his luck.

He'd heard that the Temple of the Sun in Macedonia was very effective, so he could wait until spring and set off to visit it over a month.

"What the hell? Ahh—it's so cold. I hope the gods will grant me some peace and sleep."

puff!

He fell to the ground, with Xiao An behind him, her tiny finger poking his neck. Xiao An was being held by Anda, who had just been personally instructed by her father on how to make someone faint harmlessly.

Anda repeatedly warned Xiao An to hold back, lest he accidentally pierce the other person's neck with a single finger.

Fortunately, Xiao An learned to control his strength when cooking and processing animal meat, so that the meat dishes he made would not turn into a pile of mush. This Antagne just fainted.

Marum lifted him up and carried him into the house, Anda carried little An inside, and finally called out to Aaron:

"Look at you, you can't help at all."

Aaron said calmly, "The open door covered me, and I wasn't discovered anyway."

He didn't have a clear understanding of his stealth abilities; he just felt that he would definitely have been blocked by the door, so why bother?

Aaron was the last to enter and close the door. As soon as he looked up, he saw the statue head placed at the deepest part of the room.

This is a woman's head, but only the area from the forehead to the neck is covered. The hair that should have been there above is broken and fragmented, leaving only the wear and tear marks from destruction and peeling.

Something deliberately avoided the disfigured face and destroyed the hair on the statue's head.

Anda was quite satisfied with what he saw. Although it looked like he had just shaved the statue's head, it satisfied his morbid obsession with damaging other people's hair.

As for the broken neck below, it also looks like a destructive crack, but from a distance, Aaron could see that the skills he had learned from the Macedonian sculptor were beginning to take effect.

The neck fracture was actually specially designed and sculpted in this way, requiring exquisite craftsmanship to achieve.

After all, the traces left by fracture and destruction are disordered, and there is absolutely no experience to draw upon.

In other words, the complete design of this statue is the image of a decapitated goddess.

Aaron approached the statue and shared his opinion.

Meanwhile, Anda was already having Marum pull out the chainsaw sword, which he was carrying with difficulty, trying to figure out the best angle to strike.

"Father, are you listening to me?"

Anda grumbled, "Shh, don't bother me, I'm busy. I need to give her a complete bald look, so that everyone can tell she used to have hair."

Aaron simply took out the nail that Lorca had given him first and handed it over:

“Use this one. This one will meet your carving precision requirements. Marum, please put away the chainsaw sword. The blade is wider than a human head.”

Anda took the nail, then burst out laughing;

"Hehe, as expected of my son, so considerate. I'll start by polishing her head bald, you guys can study it first."

Aaron knew he couldn't rely on the old man, so he had to move forward himself.

Chapter 479 Preparations for the Great Rebellion (3K)

Before Aaron could even lean in, Xiao An jumped up and shouted:

"Brother, hold me! I'll protect you from any danger!"

He remembered his father's words: he was immune to curses with a lower level of psychic power than his mother.

Aaron didn't mind, and held Xiao An in his arms. The two brothers leaned over together to examine him closely.

From the forehead to the eyebrows and eyes, and then to the mouth, nose, lips and teeth, it looks no different from the marble human-faced statues of Athens and Macedonia, all in the same style.

There are no clues to be found from the carving techniques alone.

"Marum, now that we're close to the source, can you still sense the pollution?"

He asked aloud, and Marum shook his head:

“No, if there were chaotic enemies here, I would be unable to resist the urge to destroy them and tear them to pieces. But standing in front of the statue now, I still have no reaction. It is just a material sculpture, nothing unusual.”

Xiao An didn't see anything strange either, and pointed to the cleverly broken spot on his neck, saying loudly:

"Brother, apart from the lack of hair, the only abnormality is the dried bloodstains on his neck."

Aaron looked over and occasionally reached out to cover Xiao An's nose.

On the other side, Anda's movements were so rough that a lot of impurities and dust fell down, which was quite pungent.

He looked at the so-called bloodstains, which were very old and showed signs of being washed away by water. Only some brownish-red residue that could not be cleaned remained, seeping into the material of the statue.

It seems at least one story is true: a statue thief lost his head and was found with the statue's head placed right on his body.

So this thing is very valuable?

Aaron began to speculate about the thoughts of those who committed the theft, and found that his first reaction was a question of value, rather than concern for the victims.

Oh no, there's something seriously wrong with the old man's genes. Is he destined to become like that?

Perhaps it's just because the lifespan of immortals is too long.

However, with this idea in mind, Aaron had to start recalling whether the master or his fellow students had mentioned the price of the statues during their classes, and how to assess their value.

After all, once a product is created, it still needs a market and sellers. However, if there is a price but no market, not many people will be willing to buy it.

However, Xiao An, with her more active mind, offered her own idea:

“Brother, let’s compare and see who this statue looks like. Since the gods in mythology are our aunts and uncles, maybe we recognize this one too.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron tried to recall the scene carefully, but couldn't find a corresponding expression on his face.

Although some immortals did not attend the previous banquets, it was because they lived too far away and belonged to different cultural circles, so they would not use this method to create statues.

The immortals present had all seen the same face, but none of them had the corresponding features.

On the one hand, there are no valuable clues to be found.

Only Anda hummed a little tune, slowly and deliberately, as if he had used up all his patience in his life to polish the flaws in the statue's hairline, gradually creating a perfect bald head.

The old man couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Tsk tsk, I never knew I had this skill. I've never learned it from anyone before. So, Aaron, is all your so-called intelligence inherited from me?"

Although this "perfection" is only based on Adachi's own standards, in the eyes of the master, it would mean being chased all over the street by the old man with a hammer.

“Father, now that you’ve finished, it’s time for you to stand at the front.”

Aaron invited, gesturing for the old man to stand in front of the statue.

Anda was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, saying, "It's not like we're taking a photo, drawing, or posing. Why are we limiting the location like this?"

Aaron said seriously, "We haven't gotten any useful information besides finding the statue, and we don't even know how the curse was triggered."

Anda knew his son was up to no good, and sneered, "Hmph, you think your father is just a waste of his time, huh?"

As he said this, he leaned close to the pupils of the statue's face, posing and fidgeting in front of the stone, making random gestures with his face and waist.

After fiddling with it for a while, nothing unusual happened.

"Come here, Xiao An, pinch Daddy's face and see if it turns to stone yet?"

Anda chuckled and brought his face close to Xiao An's.

Xiao An didn't stand on ceremony. She stretched out her little hand, twisted it a few times, and plucked out a whisker, saying:

“Dad’s face is still soft, not hard.”

Anda didn't blame him, and proudly put his hands on his hips, showing off to Aaron:

"Look, I'll be the bait. This thing doesn't react to me. I am the King of the Gods!"