Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He strode forward loudly, yelling at Aaron to get out of the way!

Aaron's expression shifted, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

“I understand your religious beliefs; you see everything as heresy. But you’re really asking for a beating right now, aren’t you, Arebas?”

"Luo Jia, give me your hand! Listen to your brother!"

Irebas launched into a tirade:

"Demon! Get out! You will not sway us saints!"

Luo Jia stood there, hesitating for the first time.

His consciousness told him that he should take up the dagger of Eribas and prove with his faith that he could conquer the evil thoughts of the dark gods above.

But...do we really have to do this?

In any case, what Iribus said seemed more believable, and Aaron, who claimed to be his elder brother, was probably just an illusion.

Aaron noticed Loka's hesitation, wiped his nose, and rammed into Irebas, snatching the dagger and instinctively breaking it in two.

Strangely, the moment Aaron touched the dagger, all the aura of the dark gods on it vanished.

No, it should be decay and annihilation!

"What a piece of junk! I could break it in one hand."

Aaron then tossed it aside and turned to look at Loka:

"Now, listen to your brother, go back and lie down, and I'll perform the surgery on you. My mother taught me how to treat my wounds after my father accidentally threw me up a tree and I fell down."

Only Irebas behind him remained dumbfounded.

No, no, the three of us are all bald, so why should you have the initiative?

Whether it's becoming a believer or getting close to Loka, I was the one who came first!

Why does Luo Jia look hesitant? How could he possibly listen to you!

Chapter 17 Am I a God? I don't know, my dad didn't say.

As expected of his cunning and treacherous nature, Irebas devised a plan while pondering.

He approached the torch, a symbol of the one true God, and craned his neck like a theatrical actor about to begin a grand song:

"Then let my lord be the judge!"

"Loga, I stand before the sacred flame alongside this pathetic illusion! Let the sacred flame be poured down—"

Aaron roared:

"Stop—you're an idiot, don't assume I am too."

But Luo Jia actually nodded:

“Aaron, you do need to prove yourself. I’ve already crossed the line by not hurting you. If you’re willing to convert, and you can completely endure the pouring of the holy fire, then I will deal with your flesh and blood in your own way.”

Irebas revealed a sinister smile.

There is no one true God; it is merely a trick created by the great dark gods.

He could shatter Loka's trust in Aaron if the other party refused to prove it according to his demands.

Firmly control the growth of this demigod and bind him to your own path!

Aaron looked at Lojia with some disappointment upon hearing this.

What to do when your younger brother is being unreasonable?

If his father were here, he would probably kick him to the ground and start a fight.

Aaron raised his head, gripped the hilt of the chainsaw sword, and glared fiercely at Eribas.

He laughed out loud:

"In that case, if I tolerate your so-called sacred fire, you also need to prove one thing to me."

Since it's all in a dream, the injuries won't affect reality.

Just imagine him being unharmed, isn't that enough?

And Irebus was overjoyed!

This person actually took the bait!

If Aaron refuses to verify, then he is a believer in darkness.

If they are willing to verify, they will guide the power of the dark gods to descend, making it as wild and cool as possible, creating the image of the descending son of a demon.

In this way, Loka would kill Aaron immediately.

Demons, you must not desecrate the sacred fire!

He was never worried that Aaron wouldn't fall, after all, those were the words spoken by the dark gods themselves, tempting the poor human beings to their most extreme emotions.

Aaron leaned the chainsaw sword against the metal platform and strode toward the torches.

For him, all the harm was in his dreams; he just had to endure it and not let it dissipate, and not wake up.

He looked at the torch; the flames burned brightly, warm, but devoid of any emotion.

It's just the heat released when a substance burns.

This is how Marum explained his cooking process, where he used only the strength of his hands to create sparks.

In extreme cases, the Heavenly Palace Guardians can generate sparks from steel collisions simply through skin friction.

Therefore, Aaron began to imagine himself as a guardian of the heavenly palace, steadfast and unyielding!

As Aaron stood beneath the torch, for some reason, Loka suddenly felt a surge of extra emotions within him.

It seems they are unwilling for this person who claims to be the older brother to take the risk.

He raised his finger slightly, about to stop it all, going against what he had just said.

However, the flames were not fatal, and many mortals have endured them.

At most, it will cause some skin burns, but it won't damage bones or muscles.

They have special herbs to treat this kind of injury.

This is also why Loka initially agreed to Irebas's request.

Even so, seeing this immature little guy, who was pretending to be an adult, standing nervously under the torch with his eyes closed, Luo Jia felt his heart waver for the first time.

Aaron took a deep breath, stretched his body, looked up at Loka who was watching him, and chuckled. His smile was like sunshine.

"My little brother, don't worry. I was a very naughty child. My mother said I did a lot of trouble, maybe even climbed Apollo's torch, just to eat the first bite of crispy on the outside and tender on the inside bull's meat. Phew—don't worry about me."

Luo Jia had no interest in listening to what Aaron was saying; he was only looking at that smile and wanted to stop this farce.

But before he could say anything, he saw Irebas excitedly laughing and knocking over the torch.

Irebas's smile was completely different from Aaron's.

Irebas should have been the most popular young man in Colchis, humble and polite yet brave. He had never seen that smug, gloating smile on that face before. Was it just his imagination?

The flames poured down, and burning chunks struck Aaron's body before bouncing off.

Then, falling sparks ignited Aaron's clothes, burning and covering them.

Iribus prayed sincerely in his heart: Gods, lure this poor man back into the embrace of chaos!

The plan to guide the cursed child must not fail!

At the prayers of Eribas, the flames suddenly transformed into billowing black smoke, from which grotesque phantoms of demons flew out, surrounding Aaron and protecting him.

Irebas pretended to be terrified and fell backward to the ground:

"Saint! Loka! You saw it with your own eyes! He is a monster, a trick of the dark gods, a phantom designed to lure you into corruption!"

"Burn him, burn him!"

With a terrified roar from Eribas, the flames on Aaron's body had completely transformed into demonic flames, which only burned his clothes without damaging or scorching his body.

"That's it?" Aaron opened his eyes, looking curiously at his strange current state.

It didn't hurt as much as when those first few fuel blocks hit me.

He raised his head, and from the flames beside him came the forbidden whispers of the gods:

"When did you arrive? The god of darkness?"

Aaron pointed to himself:

"Huh? The God of Darkness, me? Holy crap, I really am a god!"

The voice said in confusion, "No, this is not your era. Although you have no affiliation, you should not be here. Darkness, fade away, fade away!"

Aaron said urgently:

"Hey, who are you? How do you know I'm a god?!"

The voice became conflicted: "You don't know you're a god? No, how can you think you're a god!"

There's something wrong with Irebas's script; this beast has a problem.

How can this person just admit it?

He should be terrified, fearful, and argumentative, and then lead his mind to depravity, becoming a vessel for the demons of his own kind.

But this man—he seemed even more convinced of his divine status than Irebas.

Aaron scratched his head, feeling the completely harmless flames:

"I don't know. My dad didn't say. He only said that I'm an ordinary person who can live a long time."

"but--"

He abruptly changed the subject and burst into laughter.

"Although the name 'God of Darkness' sounds unpleasant, I've finally been recognized as a god!"

"I knew that old man was unreliable. He's a god, and my mother is a god too. How could I be a mere mortal!"

Aaron, acting as if he had gone mad, burst into hearty laughter.