Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, a female judge of the court was surrounded by five guards!

My God, what a terrible situation this is.

What important information requires the protection of five Imperial Guards for this judge?

It wasn't until Larovia got closer that they realized this wasn't protection, but rather... surveillance.

The Imperial Guard was actually monitoring the judge as he carried out some kind of action, instead of killing him!

That's strange. If this judge has committed a serious crime, requiring five guards to be present, then only his head has been sent here.

But if it wasn't such an important matter, why would five imperial guards be dispatched?

He was completely baffled, and then he saw an old acquaintance of his, the Imperial Guard Icarus.

When he was appointed as one of the bishops, this guard stood beside him, representing the Holy Emperor in expressing his appreciation.

He always felt that the God Emperor was praising him for burning those strange things, rather than for him cultivating alone in Antarctica for a hundred years.

But now it's too embarrassing to talk about these things.

"Greetings, Lord Icarus."

Larovia bowed with utmost respect. The state church rarely dared to act presumptuously in front of the Imperial Guard; after all, most of those who did so had already been killed.

Icarus actually nodded, as a return gesture:

“Bishop of Larovia, if you wish to climb the mountain, please come back in 51,472 years. All reservations are full.”

Larovia froze, then stammered:

"Pre-booking/Reservation"

"What is this? I've never heard of it before."

Icarus points to the rectangular platform leading up to the palace:

"Either go straight up, or come here to sign your name and set a time. His Majesty's decree stipulates that only one hundred people can climb the mountain to cultivate each day, and the current ranking is 50,000 years from now."

“Larovia, let me be frank, His Majesty wants you to focus on fulfilling his orders, instead of coming here to strip naked and climb mountains whenever you’re happy or unhappy, and whipping yourselves every now and then.”

Larovia could not challenge the Imperial Guard's explanation and had no choice but to bow and resign.

Strange, what's wrong with the God Emperor?

Before leaving, he inexplicably glanced at the judge who was hopping on the steps, clutching the back of his head like a frog, jumping back one step after every two steps.

"Lord Icarus, could you enlighten me—is this also the decree of the God-Emperor? The physical fitness of the Inquisitors should not require this kind of training."

He began to wonder if this was some kind of ritual content secretly obtained by the court.

He plans to go back today and try to find someone himself to see if he can gain the Emperor's favor.

After all, it must be quite extraordinary to have five Imperial Guards watching you do this.

Icarus simply waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, "Don't ask questions."

"Step back, Bishop of Larovia. This is His Majesty's decree. Please do not disturb us."

Larovia could only silently memorize these actions and quietly leave.

"The three hundredth floor, Loiska, there are still ten thousand floors to go. This is His Majesty's test for you!"

Icarus encouraged him.

"Once you have completed this, you will be qualified to have an audience with His Majesty. This is His Majesty's decree; He wants to ask you a question in person."

Loiska's alveoli were not cured. Knowing her voice was hoarse, she didn't speak, but simply repeated this childish action.

The God Emperor, the God Emperor wants to see me in person.

Could it be because she had taken the pen that the Regent had used without permission, thus summoning Aaron Weir?

No, absolutely not!

It must be that the God-Emperor approved of her opinion, summoned her, and granted her the authority to represent the Court in that evil ritual of Kaul!

Loisca hypnotized herself in this way, because only in this way could she maintain her beliefs without wavering.

If the God-Emperor truly punished her for her recklessness, then Loiska thought the entire Inquisition should just commit suicide as an atonement in the future.

At this moment, in the magnificent golden palace atop the steps, after passing through layers of strict guards, and even behind the unrepaired ruins left by the war ten thousand years ago.

On that enormous golden throne, the skeleton coldly surveyed everything.

The state religion allows its accredited followers to hike up mountains for spiritual practice.

This loophole is too big. In the past, many entertainers who were not discovered by the Imperial Guards sneaked to the palace gates before being detected.

Now that the reservation system has been implemented, things have calmed down considerably, and there aren't so many people around.

Meanwhile, a devout follower of the state religion, carrying a jade goblet, was arriving from the airport of Holy Terra with a pious expression.

His family found a precious relic, suspected to have been used by His Majesty, and intended to present it to the palace through ascetic practices.

This believer was unaware that the power of the God of Life was rooted within him, dormant for over 40,000 years, passed down from generation to generation.

All for the purpose of delivering this wine cup to the palace.

Then, others will take turns, step by step, placing the wine glass in front of the skeleton.

Chapter 78 The Worst and Best Father in History (32K)

More than 40,000 years ago, Yunu.

Anda and Aaron didn't get home until evening. Anda even went to the bathhouse to wash her arms.

Although Aaron was almost inexplicably moved to the other side by the bathhouse owner, he still managed to protect his father from those women.

"I don't smell much anymore, that's good. Looks like the fruit wine thing will have to be postponed again."

Anda sniffed his arm carefully, then pushed open the door. Marum was already sitting at the table, writing down the intelligence he had gathered.

"Master, Aaron, where did Fifth Brother go?"

Marum looked up and saw only two people, not the fifth donkey.

Aaron slapped his forehead. Oh no, Fifth Brother!

"Oh no, if Lao Wu gets lost, given the atmosphere of the Dionysian Festival, I'm worried it'll already be on the barbecue grill!"

Aaron rushed towards the door, searching for his fifth son. Earlier, after deciding to go to the Pharaoh's camp, the father and son had become engrossed in making fruit.

They had no idea they had brought a donkey with them when they went out.

Anda helplessly called out to her son:

“Aaron, send Marum to find it. This stupid donkey is more worried about people getting drunk and doing other disgusting things to it than about being eaten today.”

He added:

Even if the fifth one is a male donkey.

Marum had already quickly climbed over the wall; to save time, he didn't even go through the door.

Astartes possess incredibly terrifying biological vision and sense of smell, enabling them to track their targets across vast distances.

Anda went to her son's side, took his arm, and led him to sit down at the table:

"Trust Marum; sending you to find him would take an unknown amount of extra time. We have some important things to discuss."

Aaron's worry lessened somewhat; Marum was indeed much more reliable than himself.

He would wander around aimlessly like a headless fly. It would be great if he had some kind of superhuman power, whether it was a strongman or someone with superhuman vision and hearing.

Forget about prophetic abilities; those who make prophecies in myths always meet terrible ends.

He looked at his father, who had suddenly become earnest and earnest, and a sense of unease arose in his heart:

"Father, you're sending me away now! Fine! I'm taking Marum and the fifth son straight to Macedonia to find Mother. You can go find the demon all by yourself!"

Anda tried to maintain a fatherly seriousness and said earnestly:

"No, your mother and I have agreed that she will come to us when you come of age. The issue I want to discuss is your marriage."

Upon hearing this, Aaron became flustered, touching the smooth back of his head:

"Well, didn't we already say that now is not the right time? I haven't met many girls, and in mythology, the heroes who marry beautiful women always end up in tragic circumstances."

"Even Hercules would die from wearing clothes soaked in poison."

Anda deeply agreed, his eyes filled with worry:

“That’s right, women are the most terrifying creatures in the world, and your mother is no exception. I always feel like she’ll stab me in the back, although she hasn’t done so yet. Cough cough, but, I just remembered something.”

"When your mother left, besides asking me to raise you, she also asked me to pay attention to your marriage."

"We hope you can live a normal life, and then when it's time to die, just go and die."

As Aaron listened, he could barely understand the first half of what was said as men's fear of women, especially married men.

But how did it turn into these absurd statements, especially when said in such a serious tone?

He suddenly felt that something was wrong:

"Father, what do you mean by 'when you all think I deserve to die, I should hurry up and die'?"

Strange, does Mother think so too?

This must be my father's trick!

Anda gazed intently at her son; in the past ten years, apart from the time she was sold, this was the most genuine look she had ever given him.

"Never mind what your mother and I think. Anyway, if Erda comes back and sees you acting like a silly seven or eight-year-old playing in the mud, without any adult demeanor, she will definitely argue with me."

"She hoped to see a mature and powerful son who could immediately govern a city-state, and who, after hunting fierce beasts alone, would return to sing and dance with the most beautiful girl in the city-state."

Adachi looked around and said regretfully:

“But now all you do is cook and take care of the house, that’s my problem.”

Aaron frowned. His mother's expectations of him were quite normal, fitting the stereotypes of heroes.

But his father raised him to be like this, and he's actually able to admit to this problem!

Good heavens, there must be a conspiracy! This old man must have a terrible plan waiting for me!