Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

After all, after the plague war ended, Father Guilliman returned from the garden wielding His Majesty's holy sword, which must have caused immeasurable damage to that demon god.

That old, fat, green-haired man usually seems all smiles, but he's actually quite petty and narrow-minded.

Otherwise, why would they have chosen that stubborn kid, Mortalian?

Damn it, I can't stand it. It's bad enough that they stole my son, now they're trying to disgust me.

I will burn you from before Christ again!

More than 40,000 years later, in the Nurgle Garden, in a black wooden house.

This wooden house was originally the bed of the supreme and immortal god, but now, thanks to the demons, it has been transformed into a mill that houses many alchemical crucibles.

Mortarian is being reshaped by his loving father's self-teaching.

Simple boiling in a large pot could no longer rebuild Mortalian's confidence and give him the courage to stand up to his father.

Therefore, the benevolent father, who had never personally taken action for thousands of years and had always delegated research projects to his subordinate demons, finally took the initiative to cook it himself.

It also incorporates a lot of hard work and technology.

He would forge a goblet, and in that battle, though the outcome was decided, the echoes of the past still resonated, and pour its liquid upon the golden sun.

Then place it under the sun, absorb the juices from the stagnant, decaying skeleton that has long sat atop the throne, and finally feed it to Mortarion.

Myths have told of a god eating his child.

If it's for Mortarion's sake, he has to be fed his father's corpse fluid!

Even Nagle himself was pleased with this brilliant idea.

He is the god of life and death, so who is the most suitable individual in this world to exist between life and death?

It is naturally the filth on that throne!

That disgusting, cursed being who makes even Nurgle want to vomit!

We cannot allow this blasphemous skeleton to continue threatening the babies living in His precious and lovely garden!

(From Nurgle's perspective, he might not distinguish between the two, but the Emperor is indeed shit to him.)

If the wine glass could be placed inside the corpse, the effect might be even better.

Chapter 75 Adding Some Ingredients to the Soup of the Scoundrels (13)

People tend to forget unpleasant things. For example, by the afternoon, Aaron and Anda had already forgotten the foul smells they had experienced in the morning.

I'm going to research what fruits I need to buy today.

Anda will try to use the heat from Marum's power armor core to accelerate or even speed up the entire brewing process.

When the two men and the donkey went out together, the outside had already been cleaned up.

The festival is still a few days away, and these good-for-nothings who get drunk right from the start will be ridiculed.

They fled in haste after waking up.

"According to Marum's previous investigation, the supply teams providing provisions to the Pharaoh's army will be appearing at the temple in the next few days. They will also be exchanging goods with nearby caravans. I suspect that the supplies provided to the Pharaoh himself must contain some good items."

Anda tried to project the image of a decisive patriarch and finalized this seemingly improbable plan.

Aaron glanced at the direction of the temple and the heavily guarded pharaoh's army from afar, and sighed:

"Father, how are we going to sneak in? Should we take off your veil?"

Anda shouted angrily, "You unfilial son! What are you thinking! Do you intend to sell me to the Pharaoh's army?!"

It seems that the old father is somewhat traumatized by the fact that his son sold him out. He gets so agitated whenever he hears something similar from his son.

Aaron felt that taking care of his father was like taking care of a huge, psychologically sensitive cat.

You also have to take care of his self-esteem and pride from time to time.

He waved his hand helplessly and said, "Father, do as you plan. I'll do it."

Anda coughed twice and said in a serious tone:

“I am now the Pharaoh’s craftsman, so joining the army will be no problem. You stay close behind me.”

Aaron looked doubtful and asked, "Can craftsmen bring their families?"

Anda walked confidently forward, saying as he spoke:

"Of course not. I'll say you're the sacrifice the Pharaoh wants to offer. Look at your bald head, you're perfect for living here."

Aaron's face fell, and he felt an urge to sell his old father again.

Okay, okay, I need to calm down.

He'll leave it to his younger brothers to clean up later. They must understand the hardships he's endured as the older brother!

Anda led Aaron swaggering to the entrance of the Pharaoh's army camp.

Using his identity as a craftsman and the story of the sacrifice, he actually managed to get Aaron inside.

Aaron sensed something was wrong and whispered:

"If this theory holds true, it means that the Pharaoh is indeed preparing for a human sacrifice!"

Anda, without turning his head, looked ahead at the location where the supplies were stored and replied:

"Isn't this normal? I vaguely remember that in the empire I ruled tens of thousands of years later, this kind of thing was done every day. You see, even after tens of thousands of years, humans still think that human sacrifice can demonstrate their piety."

"I really don't know what's going on in people's heads. God doesn't like human sacrifices at all. Those lunatics once tried to put a live cow in front of me and make me eat it, without even cooking it for me."

Aaron pondered for a moment: "So when Prometheus presented you with the divided ox bones covered with skin, what were you thinking?"

Anda found a place to store the supplies and quickened his pace:

"Never mind those mythological tales that make me seem stupid; those were just made up by your mother when she had nothing better to do. Even though my followers are trying to portray Hera as a vulgar middle-aged wife that men dislike, unfortunately, people remember Zeus as a fool more."

The father sounded quite dissatisfied, perhaps because it was difficult to find suitable materials among the many supplies in front of him.

Or are they really fixated on those absurd legends about Zeus?

Aaron circled the supply area and found that food and drinks were being distributed ahead.

It's strange, how could the Dionysian festival affect the Pharaoh's army?

When the Athenian army was about to face war, drinking alcohol was not openly permitted.

Sparta took it to an extreme, drinking to the point of death. When drinking was forbidden, even the god of wine himself could not persuade the warriors to drink a single drop.

Anda glanced at it and said:

“That’s beer. Malt crops are plentiful here, and beer is the most common beverage. Our family, including your mother, doesn’t really like drinking it.”

Aaron, for some reason, was drawn to the vessels used to distribute the food and drink.

It was a large cauldron filled with beer, from which a special jade goblet was used to scoop out the beer and distribute it to the soldiers.

That cup was very strange.

“Father, I think you should take a look at that cup.”

Anda looked over and frowned:

"It doesn't seem strange. It's probably the Pharaoh's own drinking vessel. If it's used to distribute food and drink to the soldiers, it's a way of showing that the leader and the lower class share the same fate and are proud of each other. Um, I mean, the soldiers would be so happy to give their lives for the Pharaoh that they thought they had drunk from the Pharaoh's drinking vessel."

Aaron became increasingly attracted to the strange cup, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint:

"Marum has been saying he'd give you everything ever since he arrived here. What, he drank your wine too?"

Anda grabbed her son's shoulder, her eyes turning cold:

"Don't go over there yet. That cup is still normal, but it's too normal."

"Back in Marum's time, people were so obsessed that they considered it a reward to be willing to do anything for me. Damn it, how did I end up in such a sorry state?!"

"I'm just a good-for-nothing, why should I take on any responsibility?"

Aaron paused to acknowledge his father's rambling before getting straight to the point:

"You previously claimed to be a god, guiding the early development of human civilization. The things you say keep changing, making it impossible to believe which statement is true."

"What's the deal with that cup? We have to steal it."

A golden glint had already begun to flash in Anda's eyes:

“I am a god, and I am also a man. It’s always good to be flexible. For example, there was a time when your mother loved me so much that she wanted me to be behind her all day long. For a while, she even imagined her hanging a rhinoceros horn on her waist and then sitting behind me to change things up. But this is not something I can tell you. Whenever my future self tries to convey something, my words become incoherent.”

"That cup—ah, found it. It really is a vessel for harboring evil. Those who drink the food and drink contained in that cup will become fearless warriors, difficult to destroy by the people of this era."

Aaron didn't understand what his father meant by "change before" or "change after," and instead said seriously:

"Are you referring to the plague zombies that initially attacked me?"

Adachi closed his eyes, his expression becoming detached:

“It won’t be as drastic as the future transformation. There’s still a chance to salvage it. Let’s go, Aaron, let’s add something to Nurgle’s soup. Hopefully, that green fatso isn’t too petty and hasn’t patented his recipes.”

Anda was already preparing to loosen his belt and sneak forward.

Aaron was shocked:

"Father, what ingredients do you want to add?"

Anda realized what was happening and pulled up his trouser legs;

"It's just that the pants are loose, kids shouldn't think such things! We'll just squeeze some juice and throw it in ourselves."

Aaron pointed to himself: "Can I make it too?"

Anda: "Whether it works or not is up to me. You just go and do it."

Chapter 76 Fruit Killer Anda, The State Religion's Secret Meeting (23)

The two sneaked into the area where the fruit was stored.

There are no guards here, and no one comes except during the Pharaoh's mealtimes.

After all, people were more worried about the Pharaoh being assassinated or the entire camp being attacked.

Rather than the safety of these foods that are served as desserts.