Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Although when it comes to treating illnesses, you should go to the fat guy next door.

However, Tzeentch still appreciated the advancements in human anatomy and thus bestowed his blessing from a great distance.

However, it was the lover who bestowed the blessing.

Therefore, those organs were indeed alive when they were displayed.

It seems that Aaron is at the perfect age to enjoy these kinds of curious facts, or simply to understand the distribution and function of human organs. This curiosity is enough to allow Tzeentch to cause trouble.

He controlled one of Ald's eyeballs to pull it out, using his power to conceal his presence as much as possible so that Marum wouldn't discover it.

This murderer was not to Tzeentch's liking; he had no curiosity whatsoever, only knowing to shout "The Emperor is above" and start beating people.

The neighbor's dog would probably like it.

Tzeentch finally managed to combine his power with a physical medium and observe Aaron's location.

"Alright, alright, just once is enough. Although your old father woke me up the moment he touched me and chased me away, that one moment is enough. Let me reveal to you the wonder of knowledge, and the curiosity and joy of yearning for knowledge itself!"

Tzeentch grinned wickedly, as if touching an electric shock switch. Although he would definitely get shocked, he would also leave a charred mark, thus corrupting Aaron's mind, hahaha!

“Aaron Well, I am Athena, your sister.”

"Welcome back to Athens! Let me explain your doubts! As you can see, we met in a dream!"

Tzeentch began typing, waiting for Aaron's reply before the internet connection was cut off.

Then, the other party did not read it.

"Hmm, forget it, let's just be brutal, we're going to get beaten up anyway."

Tzeentch is ready to take direct action, essentially switching from sending text messages to making phone calls.

With this physical number, He was also able to contact Aaron's soul.

Then, it says, "The number you dialed is not in service."

Huh? What do you mean, "out of service area"?

You said it's okay if no one answers. Maybe Aaron's sleep hasn't reached the level of deep brain activity, so he hasn't had any dreams.

But it's ridiculous that it's out of service area! The person is right in front of me!

Rumbling--

Dark lightning began to roar, hurtling towards Tzeentch along the network cable between them.

The power of the Lord of Changes did its best to delay, striving to plant the seed of curiosity in Aaron within that fleeting moment—a curiosity that would ultimately bring misfortune.

He had no choice but to take the risk:

"Aaron Weir! Tell me, what question do you want answered? I know everything!"

This is practically Tzeentch using himself to pray to Aaron and ask him questions.

After all, Tzeentch, who couldn't offer any answers, was truly just a useless fool.

Before Tzeentch was struck by the black lightning, Aaron finally began to mumble in his sleep, asking a terrifying question:

Should fruit wine be fermented in a cellar?

"This depends on the specific needs and taste preferences of different varieties; it needs to be determined based on the actual situation—"

Tzeentch's mouth started spewing these words like a machine gun. There was no way around it; someone asked, so He had to answer. And then the consequences of touching the electric gate finally arrived.

The jet-black lightning, as if utterly halting Tzeentch's ever-changing fate, blasted into Tzeentch's body, which was far away in the warp.

"Old man, no, this lightning is black! Damn it, what are you doing here!"

"This is Anda's child, not yours, Dark King! You are just like us, childless and without descendants, you have no such feelings!"

Tzeentch cursed and thrashed about, trying to extinguish the black flames that had struck him by the dark lightning. In the end, he had no choice but to make his body bigger first, then tear off the part of his body that was stained with flames and throw it into the Well of Immortality.

That was terrifying! If I hadn't reacted in time, I could have been burned to death.

It's just that this process takes a long time, so He always has time to make the cuts.

“Some fruit wines that require a certain level of sweetness won’t—” the cunning man cried out, while another mouth on his body was still trying to answer Aaron’s question.

"Ah—you two, father and son, have been torturing me one after the other!"

"Damn it, but thankfully, at least this time, with your question and my answer, we've finally established contact, Aaron. I'll have you before Slaanesh!"

Chapter 139 A Humorous Family (3K)

Tzeentch was about to call his three other siblings to tell them that the Emperor was about to lose control of the Black King's power.

Look, the lightning bolts used to remove my hair are all black.

He made sure the other three received the message, but forgot to tell Vashtor, who was diligently reviewing the events.

Since he can't beat us anyway, let's keep some surprises in store.

Aaron, unaware that he had become connected with Tzeentch because of the issue of brewing wine in the cellar, slept soundly.

In my dream, it seemed like a super old and wise version of Poseidon came to me to solve some problem.

He just didn't hear clearly, and his attention was focused on Uncle Poseidon's thick head of hair.

When she woke up, she sat stiffly on the bed for a long time before she finally managed to come up with the name "Athena".

So, it was because Poseidon lost the battle with Athena for the right to name Athens that Uncle Good came to visit him in a dream as he was about to arrive in Athens.

Alright, I'll find some time tonight to check on Little Horse and, while I'm at it, ask Uncle Poseidon in person how different the story of the struggle for the city-state's name is from the myth.

There's still one day until the lively pottery shard exile ceremony; today is mostly filled with housework.

The rooms I used to rent were small, so they were easy to clean.

Now I have a whole small estate to manage, and I also have to teach my father not to urinate anywhere. I'm so busy.

Without me, this family would truly be in dire straits.

Oh, and you should also tell Guilliman that if the family ever gets a chance to take a bath together, remember to kick the old man out.

After washing up, Aaron started working, making breakfast with Marum. He fed the fifth son first, then woke up his father, who had successfully played a prank the night before, to eat the leftovers.

Aaron now had a large enough yard to store his tools and hone the skills the pharaoh's craftsmen had taught him.

Instead of having to squeeze in with the fifth one, and having that old donkey's nose suffer from sawdust and noise.

Anda lay on the deck chair, calculating the direction of the sunlight, holding a laser pointer he had taken from Marum's weapon, and directed from afar the angle of the windows for Marum's cellar construction.

This thing is so much fun, hehe, why didn't I think of it before?

My future self must have already thought of this idea. I bet those royal guards standing before the throne, and those guys lining up to treat me like a monkey in a zoo, are watching an infrared dot dart around in front of them.

"Father, at least do some work!"

Aaron couldn't bear to watch any longer. They were almost in Athens, and there was still a chance to meet his mother.

Why is my father not even as human as he was in Egypt?

Or maybe we should try to bring Uncle Poseidon back.

Throughout his life, at least in the time Aaron witnessed, the time when his father worked most diligently was when Uncle Poseidon was around.

Anda scratched his old back and said numbly:

"I can pretend when I see your mother. She's not here right now, so let this old body of mine rest for a while."

"By the way, Marum, use those weapon parts of yours to work on making a power hammer this afternoon, the kind that vibrates tens of thousands of times a minute with a single press. I'm not comfortable letting Aaron handle these fruits by himself; I'm worried he'll just stomp on them to get revenge on me. So, it'll be better to give him a tool."

This old man, except when he's eating and he opens his mouth by himself, can probably lie there motionless all day long.

No, he eats like a wild boar digging for food; Aaron can hardly imagine his father chewing things properly.

Alas, it seems that my younger brothers have inherited some of their father's bad habits to varying degrees.

Thankfully, it's not fatal. Having one or two younger brothers who are always looking for food is no big deal. When it happens to younger brothers, this kind of behavior is just cute.

When it appears in an old person, it becomes ugly.

The incredibly hypocritical Aaron was still working on a few small tools to teach Ryan to read and write.

His mother taught him to read when he was a child, while his father's only task was to keep Aaron alive.

Although it later became about teaching Aaron to live on his own, at least he has survived to this day and has been forced to acquire many skills.

Oh, and we also need to get Adam some teething toys.

I used to hear those wealthy women who harassed their fathers say that they had to get toys for all their cats and dogs.

To avoid damaging anything of importance.

Although he didn't know why the ladies were discussing chew toys with his father, Aaron felt that since his family had finally gotten a big cat, they should provide it with all the necessary items.

Hopefully, Ryan won't bite the club along with Adam.

Aaron was quite worried about this.

Soon it was time to make lunch, using the other tools prepared in the morning, such as the legendary invention, the lunchbox.

Then it can come in handy.

We can give each of the younger brothers we meet a portion of food, with a balanced amount, to ensure that everyone is treated equally.

Now he only needs to bring food for each of his six younger brothers. Aaron doesn't even want to think about how he will manage if he has more brothers in the future.

God, please give him a younger brother who can cook!

Although these lunchboxes are made of wood, they have all been treated with a baked enamel finish by Marum, so corrosion and water resistance are not a problem.

As Aaron slowly removed the fish bones, arranged the fish pieces, and reassembled the other food parts, Anda finally got up from the recliner, stood beside her son with a satisfied look on her face, and said contentedly:

"Great, today's lunch is quite innovative, I'll start eating now."

Having said that, he took a meal with a speed that allowed him to bypass Horus's defenses, which were controlled by the four gods, and put it in his mouth.

Aaron was quite helpless about this, but thankfully he knew this would happen, so he made an extra copy:

"This is your lunch. Go help Marum with some work this afternoon. There are still many rooms that haven't been cleaned. This manor is much bigger than the rooms we had before."

"There's even a small stage that can accommodate more than twenty audience members. I wonder how the Dedu theater troupe's performance went. Those people from Athens were too repressed; they started crying at the drop of a hat, as if they were putting all their acting skills into crying scenes."

Aaron complained that the closer they got to Athens, the more tragic the style of these performances became.