Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Why not use your son? Besides, I have to keep an eye on your brother so he doesn't burn the boat."

"I've discovered that you're just too stubborn. You can't seem to get rid of all those thoughts in your head. Next time, I'll just take you for a naked run. Don't take yourself too seriously and be so responsible."

"In this life, we should focus on having fun first. Suffering first doesn't guarantee happiness later, but happiness first is truly sweet!"

Aaron simply turned his head away without saying a word, and instead tore off many appropriately sized strips of paper, placing them on Gabriel's neck in the painting, and playing with it by constantly changing its head.

Human figures could no longer satisfy Aaron's perverse tastes, so he began drawing many cat heads, including kittens and lions, followed by reptiles such as lizards and snakes.

In the end, even the shape of a recognizable creature disappeared, and the head became deformed.

The last piece of paper that remained on the neck depicted many tentacles covered in eyes and scattered everywhere.

Aaron had heard his father say that cephalopods and earlier primitive life forms had their eating and excretion ostomies together.

Every time he thought of this scene, he felt horrified, as if Aaron had dissected him in revenge against Gabriel. In the end, Aaron created this twisted image of Gabriel.

Since he was just drawing for fun and it wasn't in a dream, Aaron never thought it would have any impact.

Can't he even draw whatever he wants?

"Sigh, why am I starting to lose my hair? Didn't you fail to bring Gabriel back?"

The old man couldn't get Aaron to do anything, so he prepared to change his position. As he turned his head, he noticed that a few strands of hair had fallen out, though it didn't hurt as much as when the food he brought back fell out directly.

It's more like a normal long-haired person losing a few strands of hair when they turn over in bed; it's quite normal.

However, Adachi was very wary of this imagery, and immediately narrowed his eyes, pressing for answers:

"Tell me, did you deliberately hide something?"

Aaron shook his head, his eyes innocent: "No, I originally wanted to bring Gabriel back, but he was nowhere to be found when I woke up. I haven't had any dreams these past few days either. You're probably getting old; it's normal to lose hair."

Anda was somewhat skeptical, but unable to find any evidence, he turned away, held his breath, and fell asleep, hoping that he might do something in his dream that would affect reality.

Why can't the father do what the son can do?

Xiao An finally managed to stabilize the fire in the stove, threw in all the prepared ingredients, and waited for them to cook and be eaten.

After having some free time, he went to his older brother's side and looked at Gabriel's body. Seeing that there were so many heads to exchange for, the child became interested and couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, just changing the head gets boring after a while. Why not separate the other parts of the body, make many parts, and put them in different bags? After distinguishing the body tissues, randomly pick one out and assemble them together."

"Then we carve the wood based on the assembly result, just like random practice."

Upon hearing this, Aaron pinched Xiao An's cheek and said happily:

"I didn't expect that, I was just busy fiddling with this birdman's head. This afternoon I drew more bizarre body combinations, and this birdman can transform on its own. If we have a chance to meet again next time, I'll let it change according to the combinations we randomly selected and pieced together."

Meanwhile, in the Babylonian capital...

King Nebuchadnezzar is receiving General Spabian, who returned from the war against Egypt two years ago.

A tall, light brown cubic structure, made of mud bricks or some other material, extends from the sunlit exterior of the palace inwards, its construction a testament to the immense effort required.

After entering the palace walls, all the buildings instantly closed in, with light gauze and flags hanging between the gaps, and fresh grass growing freely on both sides of the road. If you looked closely, you could even hear the leaping sound of clear water.

In an instant, the heat of the square was isolated, and even if you entered the palace and did not see where the water was flowing, you would immediately feel a cool breeze blowing in your face, making you feel refreshed.

It is evident that the building's interior is specially designed with ventilation channels, and the addition of water features and greenery gives one the feeling of walking through an oasis.

After passing through this area, you will arrive at the main hall of the palace, where the throne is displayed at the highest point.

Spabien knelt down, hunching over, praising the king's might.

Before him stood the king who had ascended the throne six years earlier, now in the prime of his life, and his kingdom, together with him, the greatest presence in the region.

With thick, crimson hair, from a distance he looked like a lion god sitting on a throne, a strong arm supporting his head, which resembled a lion's mane, his jaw slightly open.

It seemed as if it would open its blood-red maw at any moment and devour the old, frail general alive.

"You've worked hard. Egypt's wealth is nothing special. The road westward is full of small countries, nothing to worry about."

Nebuchadnezzar spoke, his tone gentle, but the old general still dared not look directly into the lion's face.

Even when a lion is smiling, it is still dangerous; the words that escape its lips are:

"But those small countries are all so blind, some even surrendered to Egypt. Are our Babylonian swords not sharp enough? If the general is still able to move, pick one out for me and make an example of him."

It's like a lion that has already chosen its prey and doesn't care about the prey itself.

Spabien's posture while prostrating himself on the ground was even more respectful:

"King Jehoiakim of Judah was the first to surrender to Egypt. I request permission to raze Jerusalem to the ground and quell the chaos for Your Majesty!"

The king was then satisfied and spoke:

“Indeed, they have no other skills, but they are very good at playing both sides, running businesses, lending money and plundering wealth. I have heard that Jehoiakim is seriously ill, and their God has not offered any help. In that case, go and prepare. I will give you three months to rest, three months to launch a campaign, and three months to reorganize the Jewish kingdom and establish a new king.”

The old general nodded in agreement, then asked in a trembling voice with doubt:

"Your Majesty, after conquering the Jewish kingdom, why establish a new king instead of ruling directly?"

The king chuckled and said, “I have no interest in ruling them. They’re a bunch of heretics who would even interpret attacks from other countries as punishment from their gods. There aren’t many normal people among them.”

Chapter 506 Arrival in Babylon, Primitive Mythology (3K)

The king, now even more puzzled, furrowed his brows.

"Are they a bunch of lunatics? Every time they get beaten down, they say it's because another king received a divine revelation and came to punish them."

"What puzzles me even more is that they say they are guilty, which is why God is constantly punishing them. But we haven't restricted the beliefs of our neighboring countries. They themselves feel that they have committed sins against their own gods, so why don't they change their ways?"

"For over four hundred years, they were exiled to Egypt, and then from Egypt they wandered all the way here. Isn't four hundred years enough for them to atone for their sins?!"

After the king finished speaking, he let out a long breath and simply put his legs on the armrests of the throne, reclining to make himself more comfortable.

The old general breathed a sigh of relief. The king did not pursue his defeat in Egypt. As long as he successfully conquered the Kingdom of Judah, he could atone for his sins.

He echoed:

"These people are indeed strange. In their own doctrine, they say that they are sinful, but wherever they go, they shamelessly commit new sins. There is even a belief that their sins and the suffering they are experiencing are God's punishment, which means that God is always watching over them. This is a huge fallacy! I don't know what their God is doing. It is a disgrace to have such believers."

The king was already somewhat annoyed and waved his hand, saying:

"Forget it, just find any king's brother or uncle to support him, and make him swear not to rebel. There needs to be someone to keep him in check. I have no interest in ruling those people."

"General, you can begin preparations for war now, but there's no need to rush these next few days. Accompany me to see the magnificent garden I've prepared for my beloved concubine. Plundering the wealth along the way to Jerusalem will relieve my predicament and alleviate the nation's financial pressure."

The old general thought that this might be the real reason why the king asked him to attack the Kingdom of Judah; the fact that the Kingdom of Judah had surrendered to Egypt was not so important.

But these words obviously couldn't be said openly. They could only echo the king's sentiments and praise the magnificence of the unfinished wonder, which the queen would surely appreciate.

A family, unaware of the impending Babylonian invasion of Judah, had just entered the country and were awaiting inspection in Quatland, a small border town of this powerful kingdom.

"This place will also be called Crescent Land from now on, because the habitable area for humans looks exactly like a crescent moon on the map."

The old man, wearing a cloak, stood by the roadside urinating, while Xiao An lay beside him keeping watch.

This place is now considered a place under royal control; if someone is caught engaging in unclean behavior, they will inevitably face further trouble.

It's unclear whether the nonsense Anda was spouting was true or not, or whether he was just making it up to tell his sons that it was knowledge for the future.

In the future, he will then spread all this knowledge, which is also in line with the scenario.

Ah, it's good to live a long life, because then you have the right to interpret scriptures, both for the future and for the past.

On the main road leading to Quatland's city gate, there were still several hundred meters to go, and they had been queuing and crowding all the way there, waiting to be checked for entry, which was extremely slow.

The family had no choice but to do as the locals do and wait idly in the sun.

So much so that the old man had time to sneak out for a few strolls, but unfortunately he couldn't find a nearby river or a place to fish, so he had to slink back and collapse on the donkey cart like a corpse.

Aaron stood to one side, tiptoeing and shielding his eyes with his hand, gazing at the front of the column and observing the clothing of the Babylonian soldiers.

He was finally able to see some different styles of decoration, no longer the monotonous Greek style. It wasn't that it was ugly, but after seeing so many of them, it was inevitable that he would feel there was no novelty.

The soldiers of Sparta, Athens, and even Macedon wore very similar clothing. If you trace their lineage back and look at their genealogies, whether in a practical sense or in terms of their divine records, they were all related.

According to my father, this is called the same race.

So Aaron is of mixed Central Asian and European descent, and Anda even boasts that he is a native of the previous Babylonian dynasties and an old farmer who owns his own land on both sides of the Euphrates River!

If their son were more flexible, being Macedonian in Macedonia and Babylonian in Babylon, he could inherit his parents' property at the same time.

As for why it's not called an inheritance, that's none of your business.

"We weren't even subjected to such strict checks when we entered the capital of Macedonia. We're only entering the border region of Babylon, and we're being treated like this. Is some major event taking place in Babylon?"

Aaron watched with great interest, finding pleasure in the mundane routines of daily life.

The old man grunted a few times like a pig, indicating that he was still alive.

"Didn't I say that we're going to build a big garden for the King's wife's birthday? It'll be in the next few years anyway?"

Aaron asked curiously, "Is this concubine's beauty worth all this trouble? I'm worried that once we enter Quatland, we'll be conscripted as laborers to work on that garden."

"You're still a Babylonian, aren't you going to consider sacrificing yourself for the king's decrees?"

The old man was clearly disgusted by this terrible future, muttering:

"How can my old arms and legs lift bricks? If there is corvée labor, at most one person from each family can go. You can go."

"Besides, that concubine isn't necessarily that beautiful. She's a princess from the Median Kingdom, which is currently the most powerful country. Decades ago, it defeated the Assyrian Empire, and the current king, Ciaxares, has also formed a marriage alliance with Babylon, sending his princess to them."

"Alas, although more than twenty years later, Media was about to be destroyed because a mule became king, they are indeed powerful now."

The old man spoke eloquently about these things, and his voice was so loud that it was about to attract the attention of the people queuing in front and behind him. He then hurriedly covered his mouth and lowered his voice.

If anyone had heard those remarks clearly, someone would have immediately reported them to the soldiers of Quatland for defaming Babylon's holy ally and the Queen's homeland!

At this point, quite a few people were already glancing over with cautious and suspicious eyes. If Marum hadn't straightened his posture and glared back at them one by one...

Aaron was worried that these people would try to take his father away and use him as evidence against him.

After Marum had scared everyone away, Anda poked his head out from the donkey cart, breathed a sigh of relief, but still cautiously spoke:

"See? Trouble comes from the mouth. What good is knowing a lot if you still have to shut your mouth and do things quietly?"

Aaron was too lazy to explain to the old man what it meant to say what should be said and not to say what shouldn't be said.

My father's head seems to be a switch that can only stay stable on both sides. Once it is twisted to the middle, it will inevitably be pulled by both sides at the same time, becoming twisted and abnormal, and it will be impossible to maintain balance.

Fine, I'll make him experience what it's like when none of his sons confide in him. Isolate him from this family!

The queue moved forward, and finally, before evening, the family arrived at the inspection point at the city gate.