Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron could see some of the power transmission mechanism of the chainsaw sword in the structure of this sword, which means that it is still a creation of the future.

It's strange. If there are firearms that can kill enemies from a distance, why make so many melee weapons?

Aaron looked at Ryan's eager face and thought to himself, "This afternoon we should be able to get the roof up."

He asked curiously, "How did this sword end up here?"

Ryan followed Aaron, pointed to the hair, and then gestured with his hand to form a huge human figure:

"White hair, an old man."

Aaron pondered, thinking that this size was indeed the original body's height.

Are there two younger brothers here at the same time?

They quickly returned to camp, where Aaron began grilling fish, and after they had eaten and drunk their fill, they were satisfied.

He then directed Ryan to swing his greatsword, cutting down suitable timber. With Ryan's immense strength, a small wooden hut was built almost effortlessly.

Next, we need to find moss and soil to cover the top to prevent leaks, and also leave space for a stove for heating.

The things those pharaoh craftsmen taught were really a hodgepodge, a mix of everything.

Aaron even suspected that if the Pharaoh hadn't been corrupted, the reason he gathered these craftsmen was to rebuild the pyramids and create an estate inside them.

Ryan planted the sword at the door of the cabin and sat down with Aaron to eat fish, while Adam lay in Ryan's arms.

Then they both looked ahead, and a huge, weary figure, draped in a dark green robe and seemingly wearing some kind of armor, slowly approached.

Several tiny figures, also dressed in green robes but smaller in stature, pointed and guided the giant.

"Where is my sword? I clearly left it stuck in that rock when I wasn't using it."

Ryan looked around, and the little green-robed figures pointed him in the right direction. What was just a small campfire campsite last night was now a wooden cabin.

Then their eyes met, and the little green-robed people ran away.

“Father, stop teasing me. Whether it’s the old king or the lake fairy, you’re playing pranks on your son.”

The old lion walked over, shaking his head, muttering to himself, and reached out to draw the sword.

“It’s a waste of its potential to cut down trees, my brother. If you need it, I will prepare some tools for you.”

The old lion looked at the two wary men and the little lion, and lifted his robe.

In that instant, Aaron saw a face that looked almost exactly like Ryan's, only it was old.

"Ryan?"

He stammered, "My own brother, isn't he a demigod?"

Why have you become so old!

“I know you have many questions, but, brother, I am grateful for your care for my past self. In fact, I only discovered yesterday after you appeared that my forest is connected to the past.”

The old lion knelt on one knee, moved slightly closer, and gazed at his brother.

Chapter 117 The Old Lion and the Little Lion, Poseidon's Sorrow and Shame (3K)

Aaron's brain was already racing, trying to piece together the events from the available information.

He pointed at both Ryan and his brother at the same time: "Are you Ryan?"

Little Ryan instinctively clung to Aaron's arm and hugged him tightly, filled with hostility towards his future self.

The old lion, looking helpless, said:

“I am Ryan, the Primarch. In fact, brother, before you came into my life, I was the leader of my brothers. After the Great Rebellion, I slept for ten thousand years and when I awoke I found myself old.”

“I have gained the ability that if I want to go somewhere, a forest where I lived in my childhood will appear. As long as I cross the forest, I can reach my destination. Yesterday, this forest did not yet show its ability to transcend time.”

“It seems your power surpasses ours, having fully integrated into and even controlled my domain. Only Father has ever accomplished this, which means your potential is almost identical to Father’s.”

The old lion recounted his story methodically, omitting many details about the rebellion since waking up.

He stood up to say goodbye. The old lion usually kept his sword in this forest and would only take it out when he was about to go out and kill someone.

"I have a problem to deal with. If you're going to teach my past self, well, teach him how to talk to people, especially how to open his heart. It took me ten thousand years to learn these things."

The old lion bid farewell to Aaron calmly. It was the first time he had ever met Aaron, but the farewell was as practiced as if it had happened countless times before.

"By the way, please tell Father that if he wants me to do something, he should just say so. Instead of pretending to be mere characters from some strange Terran mythology and making me act out a whole play for him."

"I think the old man might have done this before."

For some reason, the old lion really wanted to complain about their father to Aaron.

If I were to bring up the topic with my other brothers, it would be difficult to continue the conversation.

But in front of Aaron, these words could be said without any restraint.

Aaron looked at the old lion with a strange expression as he said goodbye and left.

They also took the sword.

Oh no, the remaining ingredients will have to be hand-rubbed again.

Once the old lion had re-entered the forest and disappeared from sight, Ryan returned to normal and relaxed from his wary demeanor.

Aaron glanced at the sky, then invited him into the house, reassuring him:

"Brother has to go back and bring back some tools. You catch fish yourself these next few days, and then grill them like you did today. Don't go to any other dangerous places, understand?"

"Adam will stay with you; you must take good care of him."

Aaron shoved the sleeping lion cub, which had fallen asleep after the old lion left, into Ryan's arms.

Ryan nodded as if he understood, and obediently lay down on the bed.

Aaron took a deep breath, realizing that he still didn't feel the urge to wake up.

Perhaps it's because his abilities have been integrated into the forest domain that Ryan just mentioned.

In the words of the Mechanical God Cult, it means that when the system shuts down, there is always an application that cannot be closed, and the only way to cut off the power is to press and hold the power button for more than five seconds.

Aaron aimed at the wooden wall to one side and rammed into it headfirst. His body exploded with a bang and disappeared.

Little Ryan stared in disbelief, jumped out of bed, and groped for the spot where his good brother had just disappeared.

After observing for a long time, Ryan quickly decided to imitate the action, simultaneously grabbing Adam in front of him and rushing towards the wall.

Thud—crash—

Ryan's force smashed through a wall, his body flipped over, and he rolled to the ground.

Fortunately, Adam was protected from harm.

Now, one of the two lion cubs looks bewildered at the wooden house with one wall destroyed, while the other is still fast asleep.

Aegean Sea port, 600 BC.

What people do when the world is about to end is a question with a different answer for everyone.

For Anda, the awakening of the Titans was just one of countless world-ending crises he had faced.

Even someone as unreliable as Poseidon showed great focus on this crisis.

After all, these are the oceans where his countless bed partners live. If the demons' pollution were to erupt, those native Terra species would lose their unique beauty.

Poseidon leaned against the wall in the yard, basking in the sun. He had just shown great concern about the end of the world, so now he could rest a little and enjoy the sunshine.

He glanced into the inner room, and under Anda's wary gaze, asked with concern:

“My dear nephew hasn’t woken up all day since last night. Could he have some kind of narcolepsy? Or did you punish the god of sleep during the Trojan War, and now he’s taking revenge on your son?”

Anda peeled the fruit with a knife, preparing to brew new fruit wine.

Using a knife to slash someone is a weapon with a different flavor compared to using an axe to chop someone.

“Young people need to get enough sleep, which is normal. They have their own pursuits in their dreams. If they can find joy in it, I, as their father, will feel gratified.”

Poseidon waved his hand and laughed:

"Don't be ridiculous, it's laughable that someone like you could say something like that."

"By the way, I have a very serious question to ask you."

Poseidon had mastered where Anda's bottom line lay, and was able to change the subject before the question veered off course, or before anything Anda had in his hands could be seen on his face:

“Alas, when you had Deucalion and Pyrrha build a large ship to escape the great flood, you instructed them to ensure that every species was preserved. But you neglected the creatures that originally lived in the sea.”

(Greek mythology also has a story similar to "Noah's Ark," which predates the story of Noah, and Deucalion's mother was named Pronoa.)

Deucalion was the son of Prometheus, while Pyrrha was the daughter of Pandora and Epimetheus, making them cousins.

Of course, that's how it's written in mythology and history.

The true history is that the immortals tried to stop the leakage of a natural alpine lake.

The affected area is only a mountainous region.

However, later everyone claimed to be a descendant of Deucalion, especially politicians, in search of the oldest claim.

Anda piled the cleaned fruit pulp into the earthenware jar, saying disdainfully:

"That's just a story of human improvisation, embellished and superfluous. What, you want to recreate the myth of the sea god saving the world this time?"

"I'd like to hear what brilliant ideas you have."

Poseidon chuckled and said, "It's not a brilliant idea. I just hope that everyone at every port on the Aegean coast will go out into the sea and catch a pair of the same species to bring back."

"To prevent us from fighting and the demonic pollution from ruining the local ecosystem and species."

Anda looked disgusted: "I think you just want to leave yourself some memories, so that you won't be unable to find the taste of a certain animal when you want to reminisce about it later."

Poseidon, with a look that said, "As expected of you," said coyly:

"Oh, please help me out and give me some great special effects. The legends of the sea god that he left in this world shouldn't all be negative. After failing to win the naming of Athens from Athena and the story of Medusa, I've already been nailed to the pillar of historical shame."

He looked at his beloved younger brother with deep affection and earnest expectation:

"So please help me, give me a miracle in front of the people, so that the legend of the sea god protecting the Aegean Sea ports can be passed down!"

Poseidon's voice even carried a hint of sobbing:

“You know what? When people cut me out of the shark, I was so ashamed. I don’t want people thousands or tens of thousands of years from now to think of me as something strange and unacceptable to the world.”