Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Kalesi, Kalesi?"

Iribus called out to its partners, but received no response.

In reality, the souls completed their farewell and final prayer, but did not ascend to the sky.

Instead, they headed towards Loka's tent, as if that were heaven.

"Kales, damn it, stop with your tricks and stop playing games! Don't make me deal with these unplanned situations every time!"

"Kalesi! You bastard, what are you doing!"

Irebas cursed, and even came up with a rather good explanation in his mind.

Because of their loyalty to Loka, these souls were freed through their prayers, in accordance with their status as saints of Loka.

This would also help avoid Loka's suspicion, and the believers would trust him.

Ah, my damned wisdom, it always finds so easy to spot the most advantageous aspect of a chaotic situation.

As for Kalesi, I have to pluck its feathers myself!

One by one, the souls that had found peace entered the tent and walked toward Loja.

Loka, who was meditating, was also surprised and uncertain by this scene. Was it an illusion of the dark gods, or a revelation of the one true god?

The moment the first soul came into contact with Loka, Loka realized that his vision—no, all his senses—had transcended the constraints of the physical body.

They arrived in a golden void, surrounded by raging flames that did not burn them.

A phantom, a phantom seated high on a golden throne, filled every direction of the void, omnipresent.

He gazed at himself:

“My son, Logar Aurelion, your brother has found the timeline before the chaos.”

"You have the right to decide what kind of person you become, not the mission I impose on you. Perhaps this will change that ravaged future."

"Go back, go back, the perfect city you dreamed of will eventually come true."

In that instant when he was enveloped by the golden sun, Loka believed that he was the offspring of the one true god.

Aaron was his elder brother.

Then he remembered his promise to his brother and threw a punch!

"You are omnipotent, so why don't you just create a beautiful world instead of letting life suffer in pain and be tormented by those dark false gods!"

Answer me, Father!

A fist slammed onto the throne, shattering the golden sun and revealing an utterly weakened corpse.

"Because I am neither omnipotent nor omniscient, nor am I capable of facing my own mistakes. Loka, you are the source of everything, sustaining human civilization through ten thousand years in the abyss of darkness. Therefore, this story begins to change with you."

"I apologize to you."

Luo Jia was gradually pulled away and failed to hear—

At the end of time, another ancient and jovial voice asked the golden sun:

"Is this a genuine expression of your feelings, or another means of controlling your son? You are cursed. You are heartless and ruthless, destined to destroy everything. You are the most vile and filthy being among us!"

"Oh, so this time you're using the 'sincerity for sincerity' tactic? I feel so sorry for your sons."

The sun remained silent, simply burning quietly.

Everything returned to calm, and Loka remained in the position of throwing a punch.

Chapter 25 The Emperor and the Donkey

Luo Jia lowered his eyes slightly, like a liberator, escaping from the fantastical state he had just been in.

Aaron leaned closer with concern:

"Brother, you've seen Father! Although I couldn't understand much, I knew it was that old man as soon as I heard his voice!"

Loka didn't reject Aaron's approach and whispered:

“Brother, I have understood everything.”

The giant opened his clear eyes, which were free of any filth or dullness.

"It doesn't matter that the Father is not the only true God."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, you've finally broken free from that obsessive state."

Luo Jia continued:

"I want to go and find the true, all-knowing and all-powerful."

Well, I'm even more obsessed now.

Aaron asked worriedly, "You wouldn't suddenly have such wild thoughts that you want something from the power of those dark gods, would you?"

Luo Jia slowly knelt on one knee, gazing at his elder brother:

"They are nothing but a bunch of insects. How can they govern the myriad worlds with such gods?"

He clenched his fist:

"I will seek the root of everything, and no matter who is in front of me, they cannot shake me."

Aaron asked with concern, "So, are you going to take your believers to an even more extreme position? I've already said that believing in God is just for the sake of having a belief; there are plenty of gods who don't actually do anything. It's better to rely on yourself."

“It sounds like you’ll break down if what you’re looking for doesn’t exist or doesn’t align with your expectations.”

He reached out and touched his brother's face.

This is the second younger brother whose face he touched.

In Aaron's eyes, Guilliman didn't seem so obsessive, even though his father always said Guilliman was as stubborn as a bull.

Hopefully, Luo Jia can also get through this.

“You’re right,” Loka’s eyes softened. “So this is a path that belongs only to me, and has nothing to do with a universal belief.”

He gradually stood up:

“I will unify Colchis, and then await my father’s arrival.”

"Although I don't know what happened in the future, or why my father apologized to me, but—"

"Thank you, brother, thank you for everything you've done for me."

Aaron sniffed, his hands unsure of which way to hold, his shoes awkwardly digging into the ground.

"Hey, we're brothers. I don't even know what I did. You suddenly closed your eyes, and the old man opened his mouth, and you opened your eyes, looking like you understood everything."

“I’m about to wake up. It seems that old man will do something wrong to you in the future, otherwise he wouldn’t apologize. If that happens, remember to beat him up. I think he will never admit his mistake except by doing that.”

"If I die young, just say it was me who told you to do it."

Aaron gave his brother a final hug: "I'm waking up. I didn't even get a clear look at what was threatening you this time. I hope that next time we meet, you won't be tied up by those dark gods. Right now, I'm busy rescuing Father from that perverted bald man's bed."

"Uh, remember to watch out for Irebas. Damn it, why are all the people they mention bald?!"

He froze as soon as he finished speaking, then the two bald men looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Aaron disappeared before Iribus lifted the curtain.

Irebas revealed a fawning smile:

"Holy people, the one true God has answered our prayers and comforted the departed. All these miracles are because of you."

"Now, please give the instructions."

Luo Jia was already calm and showed no abnormality. He spoke:

“Eribas, I need you to challenge Skull Peak, where there is an arena occupied by a materialized killing demon. If you succeed in the challenge, you can take over that fortress.”

"As you wish, I will speed up the process of capturing the Dark Fortress. This toughest nut to crack is now yours."

Irebas was stunned. Damn it, he hadn't contacted them!

The collaboration with the devil was all orchestrated by Kales.

I've heard that the demon with the long dog's head kills everything, and it especially loves killing things with bird beaks.

Lassvet, 600 BC.

Viper Dalette's camp.

Marum finished his prayers, which was also his time to rest.

To one side of the body, the emperor's eldest son.

On the other side, the Emperor Hook—

Cough cough--

He looked out of the tent; Terra had ushered in a new day.

"Master, I should go and bring that donkey back."

Marum finds things within his power to do. Ultra Warriors always set a goal for themselves first, and then strictly follow that goal.

It's as if without this guidance, a part of my soul is missing, leaving me feeling lost and forlorn.

After all, they had a long ten thousand years without anyone to guide them, and could only rely on the sacred texts to maintain their existence.

Marum has already adapted to local customs and changed into Dalette's guard uniform. These leather armors are just for show; they're not even as tough as his own hair.

He went outside the tent, calculating how long the master and Aaron would stay in bed today, so that he could serve them the food the moment they woke up.

Father Guilliman's favor with the Emperor can only be built up by himself.

The donkey would be tied to the priests' horses in an open area within the camp. The pharaoh's priests were usually sponsors of the chariot races, purchasing these horses from Macedonia at great expense.

It seems that this donkey is eating better than when it was with them, with delicious hay and servants specifically assigned to wash its fur and clean its troughs.

There are even people who specialize in sharpening knives—wait, why is there a sharpening sound?

Marum was shocked and hurriedly looked over. It turned out that several cooks had already begun to prepare to cook, occasionally glancing up at the donkey that was still leisurely grazing.

How dare you! How dare you covet the Emperor's wealth!

Marum rushed forward and stood in front of the donkey; even displaying only mortal strength would have been enough for him to kill everyone there.