Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anyway, when the fruit was presented to the Pharaoh, there were always servants who tasted it, so before it was processed, no one paid much attention to its appearance.

In any case, they only dare to serve it after cutting it into the right shape.

Anda found a rope and strung the fruit together, not caring about the weight, and hung the bunches around Aaron's neck.

It took him a moment to realize that the person next to him was his son, not Marum, the superman.

Then, he awkwardly raised his hand and chuckled.

“I’ve gotten used to dumping everything on Marum.”

He unloaded some fruit and carried it in his hand, then coughed twice:

"Ahem, listen carefully. When they refill the big pot with beer, we'll squeeze and burst the juice inside."

Aaron strained to lift his neck, bracing himself against the weight of his father's love, and said blankly:

"Crush these? Father, can you please stop applying your superhuman understanding to me?"

"The softer fruits are fine, but the harder ones, I couldn't even break them apart even if I chopped my hand off!"

Anda muttered under his breath, "Useless. Your brothers can tear demons apart alive, but you can't even squeeze a piece of fruit."

Then he said helplessly, "Fine, let me do it all. Just hand it to me."

He led Aaron, crouching low, and stealthily made his way towards the cauldron.

It feels like a strange déjà vu, like a scoundrel father and his dim-witted son sneaking into the rice section of a supermarket more than 2,600 years in the future, plotting to shovel one type of rice into another.

Finally, after the beer in the large pot was emptied, Anda seized the opportunity, grabbed it with both hands, crushed it without caring what it was, and threw it back.

In this way, only a few drops of juice might actually flow down, which is unlikely to attract people's attention.

Aaron watched his father's frantic, assembly-line-like movements as he expertly squeezed fruit, and asked curiously:

"Father, did you do such a despicable thing back then?"

Anda didn't turn around, focusing on finishing his work, and replied, "What immoral thing? How can this be called immoral? This is saving people from suffering!"

"The first time I stole the golden apples with Olperson, we were chased for thousands of miles. That very night, we went back and crushed all the remaining apples."

"For the Trojans, what could be more immoral than the apple of gold?"

Aaron covered his face, finding it difficult to judge his father's mental state.

He had no choice but to force himself to concentrate and ask:

"I don't understand how your power prevents contamination, but what about the soldiers who drank the food and drink distributed from this cup before us?"

"What should they do?"

Anda's face already showed the sinister smile of a villain in a story:

"Hehe, our power can ignore time, even in the current era."

"The power I possess will be rendered ineffective once that wine glass touches it, regardless of what comes before or after."

Aaron curled his lip. "Sounds like some kind of vicious curse. By the way, can you even squeeze this thing?"

He handed over the largest watermelon among the fruits.

Anda was too lazy to turn around. He reached behind him and grabbed the watermelon with both hands, shattering it in his hands.

It was as if some evil god was crushing the skull of a poor soul.

"Hahaha, no matter how big the fruit is, I'll crush it with my teeth!"

My father looks like an evil god; it's terrifying.

Aaron thought to himself.

More than 40,000 years later, the Holy Terra.

The state religion is a sacred term for the people of this planet and even the entire galaxy.

Countless people demonstrate their devotion through ascetic practices, hoping to join in.

To become a servant who is closer to the God-Emperor.

At least most people believe that the priests and bishops of the state religion should be the most intimate servants of the God-Emperor.

However, the state religion itself does not see it that way.

Because the state religion is riddled with factions, some of which can even be called heretics!

It's to the point where we're all here for a prayer meeting today, and I'll secretly report you after get off work.

Of course, this kind of behavior is more common in courtrooms.

On the surface, the state religion is relatively harmonious.

Holy Terra, formerly the Rocky Mountains.

Far from the highest peak where the royal palace is located, this is where the state church has a church-like structure that serves as a church, but whose official name cannot include "church"—the San Martín office.

Before and after the Holy Terra Unification War, the Holy Emperor destroyed most of the churches and made some inflammatory remarks about church architecture, which led to some people becoming irritated by the word "church".

Then came the Horus Rebellion and the many conflicts of the Apostolic Age.

Although the state religion had become so prevalent that it had become the empire's sole belief system.

Only in Saint Martin's case does he still dare not use the title of church.

After all, the only sacred relic here is the video of the God Emperor giving a speech ten thousand years ago.

The opinion expressed in language that everyone can understand can be summarized as: "Those who believe in God are idiots, complete idiots!"

"Instead of building churches, we should build more public toilets!"

"Today, we are gathered here for a matter of vital importance."

The Bishop of Larovia was over a hundred years old and, without using any life support devices provided by imperial technology, received remarkable divine blessings solely through his faith.

Of course, it's also possible that when he was young, he was a priest and accidentally burned some scripts from Terra that told stories of a Roman father and son who were exiled to Egypt and their love and hate under the interference of the Pharaoh's priests. After being exiled to Antarctica for a hundred years of asceticism, he was still alive and healthy.

That's why he was considered a representative of divine blessing and was quickly invited back to serve as a bishop.

"Ahem, I'm sure everyone here has already confirmed this with the Imperial Guard's cult. The Cult of Mechanism has once again established contact with the God-Emperor from over 40,000 years ago through their forbidden rituals, which they obtained from who-knows-where."

"No need to be surprised, and the power of the God-Emperor is beyond question. Now, the God-Emperor requests that we provide a list of suitable combat nuns."

"Unfortunately, the first batch of names was rejected."

No sooner had Larovia finished speaking than someone else spoke up:

"It seems their faith wasn't strong enough! Burn them all! The state religion will never allow those rejected by the God-Emperor to exist!"

Larovia slammed her hand on the table and shouted:

"Silence! This is the Emperor's decree, and it has nothing to do with religious reverence. Due to an agreement with the Imperial Guard, I cannot reveal the Emperor's purpose to you all."

“We need to broaden our scope and provide a list of candidates who have just joined the battle nuns. Previously, we only provided the most senior battle nuns, but it is clear that the God Emperor has other considerations.”

Those attending the meeting couldn't help but ponder: Are they only hiring newcomers?

Someone else spoke up:

“Bishop Larovia, besides this matter, I recall that the Imperial Guard had other matters to convey, such as the Emperor’s need for us to review the handling of heretics, coordinate the conflicts between the Inquisition and the warbands in the field, and prevent the Emperor’s warriors from being subjected to unreasonable measures by the Inquisition.”

Chapter 77 The Petty Emperor (33)

Before Larovia could speak, the others had already retorted:

"How dare you! The most important thing right now is to provide the God Emperor with a suitable list of combat nuns!"

"As for resolving the conflict between the Inquisition and the Astartes Chapter, that can be put off for later."

"I have already felt the God Emperor's grace and know the God Emperor's purpose!"

Everyone looked over, their faces filled with horror, at the bishop named Wozki Shude.

It should be noted that even Larovia, who was granted a divine favor by the God-Emperor, could only carry out the God-Emperor's orders.

How did Wozniak manage to find out the Emperor's purpose?

Wozniak, with a mysterious expression, began to explain in detail:

"Do you all remember the numerous recorded incidents of living saints during the plague war in the five hundred worlds?"

"In the end, even His Highness the Regent had to admit that this was a manifestation of the Divine Emperor's power!"

Larovia was horrified:

"By the Divine Emperor, could it be that the Divine Emperor intends to create living saints in large numbers!"

Wozniak finally smiled: "That's right, we are all aware of the early monitoring data on the Living Saint. The God Emperor's power is supreme, but for some reason it is concentrated on young women."

"The God Emperor must want to choose a vessel for his descent from among the younger battle nuns!"

This finally makes sense!

When everyone recalled the previous incident involving the living saint, they exchanged knowing smiles, their expressions revealing sudden realization.

If technology allowed, all of us here would have the urge to transform ourselves into little girls in order to seek the attention of the God-Emperor.

They dared not speculate on why living saints only appeared in young women; they preferred to calculate the average survival time of Krieg soldiers.

People quickly reached a consensus.

We need to select a new list as soon as possible.

Regarding the conflict between the Inquisition and the Astartes Chapter, a few simple mediation letters will suffice, since it's uncertain when the other party will receive these documents after they're sent out.

Even if the mailrooms on both sides are adjacent offices next to each other in Holy Terra, timeliness cannot be guaranteed.

The Bishop of La Rovia dismissed the meeting, thinking to himself that their state church meetings were indeed efficient.

In less than an hour, they finalized the principles of how to serve the God Emperor.

Unlike the neighboring court, although they have always been guiding the issue of co-managing the Imperial faith.

But you see, the Imperial Guards would rather have them convey the Emperor's decree than those madmen.

As expected, His Majesty still favors their national religion!

A triumphant Larovia prepared to return to the foot of the palace mountain to complete a trekking retreat.