Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Then he roared.

Adam, who was clinging to the prey's thigh and unable to bite, jumped down with a howl, dodging the buffalo's trampling, and ran to Ryan's side.

The latter crouched down slightly so that Adam could climb up Ryan's body to the back of his neck and rest his head on his shoulder.

"elder brother!"

Ryan roared excitedly. Although his pronunciation was clear and his voice was perfect, the volume was still quite loud. Ordinary creatures would inevitably feel a little scared if they heard him.

The younger brother's height hasn't changed much, but Adam has already begun to resemble a male lion, comparable to some adult canines.

When she leaned on Ryan's shoulder, it actually felt quite harmonious.

Aaron kept thinking about whether he should pry Adam's mouth open and put Ryan's head in his mouth.

I wanted to imitate the appearance of my predecessor, Hercules.

After thinking about it, I decided against it. To achieve something like that, one of the two would have to die.

Or Adam could have turned into a three-lobed mouth.

Aaron jolted awake and banished these strange thoughts from his mind.

Ever since witnessing the horrific scene that Uncle Poseidon suffered, and seeing his father's organs exposed before his eyes, Aaron has always had some morbid curiosity.

Although Marum says this is a normal psychological state for teenagers, many children of this age, even without being corrupted by chaos, inevitably have some raw and unfiltered thoughts.

The brain will automatically correct itself, and by imagining this state, it can effectively prevent teenagers from foolishly imitating it.

That kind of brain does indeed have organic lesions, except for those with mental illnesses.

According to Aaron's understanding, starting from 30,000 years later, the subspace is the kind of environment that can induce this kind of organic disease.

It's like facing a radioactive object; people in the pre-Christian era didn't have to worry about large-scale radiation leaks, so it was fine to just think about it casually.

People tens of thousands of years from now will be directly exposed to these radioactive materials. If you think about it casually, their brains and bodies will really grow longer and longer.

Fortunately, neither Ryan nor Adam turned into anything strange.

Aaron grabbed the two lions that pounced on him and was pinned to the grass.

Adam stuck out his tongue and licked Aaron's face. When Ryan saw this, he wanted to imitate him, but Aaron quickly stopped him.

Why does this child want to learn everything he sees?

He now suspects that Ryan might use the same toilet posture as Adam.

"Alright, alright, I didn't bring much food today. To be honest, I still need to bring some food back from here."

Aaron struggled to his feet and broke free from the two lion cubs' restraints.

He simply couldn't lift Adam, nor could he lift Ryan and spin him around like before.

Ryan wasn't disappointed about the lack of new food; he stood with his hands on his hips, proudly showcasing his business.

The ranch is already in place, and as for the farm, Ryan is also looking for seeds in this forest that can be used for food.

The variety is limited, and sometimes when they are too far away, the crops revert to their original ferocious state.

You have to fight these things hard before you can even put them in your mouth.

I guess my brother will have time to take me out and dig up these crops.

In Ryan's mind, the forest was inherently dangerous, as was the food.

But since his brother came, he has tamed a corner of this forest, leaving it for him to settle down and start a family.

In other words, the older brother is bigger than this terrifying forest.

Then I can't fall behind; I must rely on my own strength to tame this forest!

It's unclear what the fourth brother's situation is. Ryan only knows about his fourth brother so far, which means he has at least four brothers.

Are there similar horrors in the place where the fourth brother lives?

We can exchange information then and see if there's anything edible that my brother has purified and tamed over there.

As for whether his younger brothers would be frightened in the same environment, that's not something Ryan should worry about.

Anyway, all Ryan knew was that the forest was indeed terrifying before his brother came, but he wasn't really that scared. Instead, he coexisted with the forest for quite some time.

If your younger brothers are scared, and your older brother isn't around, then it's your turn to protect them!

No matter how bad the weather is outside, building more houses here can still support four or five people without any problem!

Unaware that his mind had become alienated, Ryan's thoughts had become overly responsible due to his experiences with Aaron.

It's similar to the state of the head of a large farm.

All that's missing is an escape pod falling from the sky, with an alien baby named Karl El sleeping inside.

(Luthor: Your name has "El" in it, and mine is Luthor. Is there any connection? That's strange.)

Aaron, led by little Ryan, inspected the newly renovated territory; it seemed his younger brother was quite skilled with his hands.

Aside from some early construction materials that were indeed somewhat lacking in quality, the later buildings were all perfectly constructed, and there was even a large rest room prepared for old Ryan, the white-haired weirdo in the eyes of the little lion.

It was really hard for him.

Aaron patted Ryan's head with satisfaction, while also keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he didn't tear his clothes.

After gaining his brother's approval, Ryan was full of energy and jumped into the circle, where he started fighting with the large water buffalo inside.

A few minutes later, after strangling the forest creature to death, they carried the buffalo carcass to the cooking area.

Ryan didn't have the fancy butchering skills of Little Pei; he only had pure, relentless attacking power.

They used their hands to forcibly tear the corpse into suitable pieces, then pulled out the bones and ripped out the organs.

Then I threw the pieces of meat into the pot.

Fortunately, there were still plenty of cooking ingredients available, as this food doesn't require as much consumption as other dishes.

Ryan was quite clever and quickly understood the purpose of these ingredients from Olympia.

Before long, with Ryan's almost superhuman human-powered bellows pumping the oil, the intense heat and oil attacked the meat chunks, turning them into fragrant fried meat.

"Brother, eat!"

Looking at the table and chairs laid out in front of him, Aaron couldn't help but sigh, "This Ryan is an even more dedicated butler than Marum."

If he were to take care of all his younger brothers in the future, wouldn't that help ease some of the pressure on me?

Aaron decided to ignore his elderly father who was waiting anxiously at home and focus on eating first.

He began to devour the meat, while Adam gnawed on raw meat beside him. Ryan, satisfied, put his hands behind his back, awaiting his brother's evaluation.

Suddenly he bent over, adopting a wary posture as he looked back—

That white-haired old monster is here again!

Little Ryan quickly grabbed a piece of roast meat from the pot and threw it at Old Ryan.

In his mind, the old man would leave on his own after having a meal and resting in the room for a while.

The old lion snatched the roasted meat and devoured it whole. Surprisingly, his power armor moved without making a sound.

"Aaron, your father is looking for you. Not from your time, but from our time."

The old lion got straight to the point, crouching down and reaching out to scratch Adam's neck as he leaned in.

Although Ryan built himself a house, he remained wary.

Only Adam felt that the two smelled the same and could be close to each other.

Aaron quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and exclaimed in surprise:

"My father is looking for me now! Damn it, the old man has all this free time, why doesn't he go help Guilliman!"

Ryan was taken aback; not many brothers dared to criticize their father.

He's old-fashioned, which is why he can easily refute some things.

But Aaron was indeed raised by his father from a young age; this is the normal parent-child relationship.

Seeing this, Ryan couldn't help but smile wryly:

“I tried very hard to be a responsible son, but now it seems that he didn’t see himself as a father during that time; he just allowed us to call him that.”

Aaron sensed an unresolved distress in Ryan's words, and frowned as he approached Ryan:

"So, that old bastard was particularly inhuman for a while? Listen to me, you should fight back against him fiercely, beat him up! Force him to explain himself!"

"Although I generally think he's a good person, it seems his inability to speak coherently will only get worse. Sigh, after I die, will this old man really be left without anyone to care for him?"

Aaron felt a pang of emotion, remembering that when he was alive, his father at least had some stable anthropomorphic phase.

The old lion laughed heartily, tears welling in his eyes. But when little Ryan heard things like "after I die," his expression became extremely wary, his eyes fixed on his brother's face, worried that the other might disappear.

The old lion spoke up: "It may be a bit too late, we are even less able to defeat him now. But it's good that He is now trying to be a human being, instead of a high and mighty god."

“Come with me, Aaron. Don’t keep the empty nester waiting too long. Guilliman rarely sees him these days.”

The old lion reached out his hand, becoming one with the forest, and enveloped little Ryan as well.

They were all Ryan all along.

Aaron reached out and placed his hand in the old lion's hand, and then nothing happened.

Then, nothing happened, before the old lion felt awkward.

A golden bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens and earth, taking everyone present with them.

It's still his biological father's psychic energy that works; even his own brother's might not be able to be released normally in front of Aaron.

When Aaron opened his eyes again, a white-bearded old man was looking at him with a kind expression.

Is this... the future father? Not that black-haired skull shape?

The other person opened their mouth, but couldn't say anything, seemingly unable to make any further contact with me.

Merlin tried, but ultimately remained silent, unable to speak to Aaron, his son.

His gaze remained fixed on that familiar yet long-forgotten face. He grasped Ryan's essence and, using Aaron as a vessel, sent him back more than 40,000 years.

My past self, please keep Aaron company for me.

I will cherish every memory.