Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The influence of the cursed child will be greatly reduced.

Then, they used the Legion to induce Logar to make changes.

Step by step, they molded Loka into the person they wanted him to be.

After the previous attempt at corruption failed, there were concerns that Loka might waver in the future.

This is a temporary strategy adjustment by Airbus.

"Go away, let me pray alone."

After saying this, Luo Jia didn't even take his weapons with him, and went straight to the largest tent in the distance.

Irebus raised its arms and called out:

"Fellow countrymen, burn the bodies of our comrades and offer them to the one true God!"

He will not miss any opportunity to increase his reputation.

Until one day, he was able to command Loga's army without any of Loga's orders.

"In the name of the saints!"

He added that Iribas has always been deliberate and cautious, proceeding step by step.

As people busied themselves, Aaron coldly observed Irebas, the handsome and respected young man.

This idiot is definitely up to no good.

My younger brother is so innocent and adorable, I can't let him be corrupted by Irebas!

Aaron was certain that Irebas's actions were the source of the danger his brother was facing.

He quickly blended into the crowd and stealthily made his way towards Luo Jia's tent, entering it unnoticed.

“I knew it from the moment you came into the world, Aaron.”

Loka's tired voice came through as he leaned back in a chair, looking like he had the same ailment as Guilliman.

Aaron approached confidently, lifting the hood of his robe:

“My dear brother, let me see what trouble you’ve run into this time? You should be attending the farewell ceremony for your comrades, instead of leaving everything to others.”

"Although it may sound like I'm trying to sow discord, I still want to say—"

Aaron walked up to Loka, rummaged in his pocket, and pulled out an olive leaf.

It was folded off from the tiara of the outfit Guilliman gave him.

“Irebas has its own ambitions; you need to be more careful.”

"Here, take this. I don't know who's older, you or Guilliman, but to me, they're both my little brothers. I feel like this thing can help you relax, so I think it might be useful for you."

Loka took the olive leaf and placed it on the healed spot of his previous wound, which was now smooth and clean. He looked at Aaron:

“I know, so I want to see what Iribus is up to. Does he think he can fool me?”

"Like my adoptive father, he feared my intelligence, yet naively believed that with careful planning, he could control me."

Chapter 24 Luo Jia and the Golden Sun

Well, another guy who thinks everything is going according to plan, so he can just watch the show without a care in the world.

Aaron rolled his eyes at Luo Jia, then found a chair and moved it over.

“Since you have your own plans, I won’t interfere. Let me tell you about my father.”

This time, Luo Jia didn't deny anything too much, he just nodded.

Aaron coughed twice to clear his throat:

"First of all, you need to understand one thing: he's a complete bastard. On the very first day you meet him, you have to beat him up!"

"You have to promise me this! Guilliman seems too composed; he'll probably back down. So I can only hope that you will avenge me."

Luo Jia frowned: "Revenge? You've mentioned this more than once. What exactly did your father do to you?"

Speaking of this, Aaron began to talk at length:

“When I was a child, they would throw me into the river to take a bath, and if they didn’t see me for half a day, they wouldn’t even go downstream to look for me.”

“I argue with my mother every day. When I can’t win an argument, she pulls me by the hair and drags me into the room to beat me. After I lose, she looks exhausted and comes out to kick me for no reason.”

Luo Jia quickly stopped him, saying, "It's just ordinary family business, that's enough."

He thought the father had done something even more drastic.

For example, sacrificial rituals, or exchanging one's son with a demon, leading to a predetermined tragedy.

These things have happened many times in the territories of many dark believers in Colchis.

A father might sacrifice his son for momentary pleasure or to cure an illness.

“I don’t have those feelings. When Cole raised me, he was just teaching me to believe in the one and only true God who is omnipotent.”

Luo Jia didn't even realize that her tone was somewhat envious.

"However, I promise you, if I see your father, I will beat him up."

Aaron clenched his fists and jumped off his chair!

"Great! I'm so glad to see that we can stand on the same side, my brother."

He doesn't care whether Luo Jiacheng admits it or not.

Aaron sat down again and heard the sacrificial ceremony being conducted by Arebas outside the tent.

That is a scripture to comfort the deceased and to send off the church members who sacrificed their lives in today's war.

“Loga, I think you need to preside over the ceremony. If this continues, many believers will only remember Irebas.”

Loka regained his composure and began to pray in his chair:

"May the one true God comfort the departed and bless their souls so that they may witness eternal peace, undisturbed."

Then he raised his head:

"This is part of testing Iribus. As I said, I have my own plans."

Aaron, helpless, followed suit and prayed:

"May you bless them. I don't know if I'm a god or not, but I want to bless them too."

Loka ignored Aaron's disrespect and closed her eyes.

Outside the tent, the sacrificial ceremony reached its most solemn moment.

Irebas was already considering whether he should contact Kales to create some lighting and shadow effects.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and rays of light descended in response.

This is to demonstrate the response of the one true God when he presides over the sacrifice.

It was the kind of response that Loka would never receive.

However, the cautious Irebas chose the safer option, since Lojia was in a tent not far away.

The demonic fluctuations would attract his attention.

Eribus was somewhat disappointed, but seeing the expressions on the faces of his followers as they followed his prayers and hymns, he felt satisfied.

At least the goal was achieved.

Irebas shouted loudly:

"The one true God! You will protect these souls!"

buzz~

Strange noises arose from all around, and Kales's anxious voice echoed in Irebas's mind:

"It's terrible! A demon of the Lord of Pleasure has taken a liking to these souls, and I can't stop him."

Irebas hurriedly cursed:

"What are you doing, Kalesi! Didn't we agree that you wouldn't bother us?!"

Kales's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude:

"This was an accident, and it was definitely not my intention. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy and would have come to inform you. You need to make a decision quickly and end the ceremony! After all, your messy calls to the one true god have really caused some ripples."

"Either—"

Kales's voice stopped abruptly, but his desire was already obvious.

Irebas gritted his teeth:

"Or I'll have you perform a miracle before everyone, pretending to be the response of the one true God, and devour these souls, is that it?"

Irebas's legs trembled, and he knelt on the ground. The believers thought he was overcome with emotion.

He indeed sensed the approach of the messenger of the Lord of Pleasure.

"Enough, do it your way. I don't want to fight against the messenger of the Lord of Pleasure, I don't want to experience that feeling a second time."

Kalesi replied respectfully, "As you command, Irebas, Kalesi is at your service."

This mutated lord recalled the templates of various miracles in his memory, wanting to elevate Eribas to a position close to that of a saint in one fell swoop.

Boom!

The sacred bells rang.

Those fallen comrades are gradually manifesting their souls, their eyes changing from blank to clear, becoming aware of their own form of existence.

They bid farewell to their companions and awaited their entry into heaven.

Those who witnessed this miracle knelt down, and even ordinary believers who were not believers had to admire and convert to Buddhism because of this miracle.

As Iribus felt the gazes directed at him, a sense of awe and reverence crept into his expression.

Although it was somewhat risky, it seems to have worked surprisingly well.

Iribas watched warily in the direction of Loja's tent, but there was no movement from there.

“Kales, continue, be prepared, don’t let these souls show pain as you devour them, don’t give yourself away.”