Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Before Aaron could see anything strange, and was about to greet the old man from the future, black and golden light flashed and collided before his eyes, transforming into a lightning bolt shaped like a sharp sword that struck down and sent him back 40,000 years ago.

Simultaneously carrying the abilities that Adachi needs, it teleports.

Before Aaron, Anda opened his eyes, his body floated up, and he was struck by black lightning, turning his entire body into a charred black until the burnt skin faded.

Her hair turned into a white that was both aged and new, and her face even looked a few years younger!

"This is Ryan's true nature—"

White-haired Anda clenched his fist and whispered. For a fleeting moment, he considered devouring all the original essences to fight against Chaos.

But that would only make him the King of Darkness sooner.

He still needs his sons to share the burden, otherwise, Ryan's very nature is already changing his life state. If twenty of them were gathered together, he might become chaos itself.

"Father, my head hurts a little. You will look like a kind-faced old man with a white beard in the future. But why is your hair already white now?"

Aaron covered his head and stood up from the ground, looking at the white-haired old man.

Chapter 152 Anda: I have a feeling someone is fabricating unofficial history (3K)

"This is not the time to discuss these things. I can feel that my wrinkles have decreased a lot. Ryan has lost his mind and insists that he is old."

"Sigh, they gave me a head of white hair. I originally wanted a head of hair that could turn golden without using psionic energy."

With great interest, the white-haired Anda approached the pool and examined his handsome face.

Youth is wonderful, but he won't be attracted by the beauty reflected in the water and fall for it.

Those who make up myths are all mentally unstable.

Anda raised his head with satisfaction and said seriously:

"Alright, now we can start saving the world."

Aaron observed for a while, and only after confirming that his father was not urinating in the pool did he feel relieved and pulled his father back by the waist.

This water was so hard to change.

"How do I do that? What do I need to do? Will I see people's organs walking in front of me according to the shapes inside the human body?"

Aaron asked curiously, and finally led his father away from the pool.

The old father was quite dissatisfied, sat back in his recliner, and said mysteriously:

"Just watch. If you really need to prove yourself, I'll give you a task."

Aaron exclaimed excitedly, "What mission!"

Anda laughed: "Attack anyone you see! Slam them into their bodies, force the curse to happen, and then I'll retrieve their organs."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his silly son look helpless, then make up his mind, and walk resolutely outside.

"Hey, hey—I haven't finished speaking yet! Aaron, come back!"

"I can handle this myself! Don't go out and hurt people and take them to the future! Sending Poseidon there alone is enough; he brought it on himself, it's a way of protecting the environment. But you don't need to harm ordinary people!"

Anda was well aware of Aaron's special circumstances. Theoretically speaking, if Aaron knocked someone away for 30,000 or 40,000 years, it would also be a way to save them.

But this is far too unfortunate for ordinary people in this era.

Let Poseidon go and suffer alone; there's no need to harm others, right?

We can't just hire a dump truck, tie our son's body to it, and haul people around to put out fires 40,000 years from now.

Sigh, I shouldn't write this down, lest I impulsively do it in the future.

Anda called his simple-minded son back, and then said:

"Just protect me. No matter how terrible the sights you see, don't leave this yard. As for Marum, when he comes back, remember to tell him to destroy the evidence and not let anyone see him stealing vegetables."

"If anyone sees this, never tell them that I gave the order."

Anda was confident that he had made the necessary preparations before the battle, and then he began to prepare for the fight without any worries, to deal with that little organ demon.

This wretched world! Even the devils who play with concepts are quite troublesome.

With the added concern of human life at stake, even though he could easily crush this piece of trash with one hand, he had to go to great lengths to take over his son's abilities.

Ah, that's why they say that unrestrained expression of desire is more appealing than delayed gratification.

After all, everyone likes to live for the moment, but you have to clean up this mess yourself.

Anda felt like he was a cleaner cleaning up a venue after a huge concert, looking at the mountains of garbage and even human tissue, feeling scalp tingling and helpless.

Therefore, I had the urge to go on stage and take down those four idols with different hair colors.

If all else fails, go up and sing and dance yourself. Once you have a loyal fanbase, there might be room for a comeback.

Anda has no idea how twisted her thoughts will be for her future self.

However, I imagine his sons would be very excited if they knew about this analogy.

Anda coughed twice, stretched out his hands, and transformed into Zeus.

"Heaven and earth, thunder and lightning, shall all obey my command!"

Its eyes turned into a brilliant white, just like the opposite of the colorful black mentioned by the client.

White lightning, unlike the sacred gold, possesses a simpler, more powerful enhancement, ruthlessly annihilating evil.

Actually, Adachi just wanted to change the color. Although gold is pretty, you get tired of using it too much.

As a result, everyone in Dedu was struck by lightning.

The immense impact put their body organs into a cursed state, causing them to be ripped off.

However, the influx of lightning also destroyed any bacterial infections that might have been caused by external factors.

Then, the God King activated Ryan's power: Ghost Walk!

In Aaron's view, those flesh and organ humanoids were indeed sent to that forest, and under the watchful eyes of the white-bearded old man and Ryan, they returned to their original human bodies.

Those organ-shaped figures are quite unique; aside from being bloody, they also possess a kind of aesthetic beauty in their neatly arranged and functioning organs.

No wonder they say life is the most intricate machine; Aaron actually sensed the structural beauty of life within it.

Life itself, its structure, and its beauty.

Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh cast somewhat envious glances their way.

Are children who have physical bodies and are born in the real world really that perfect?

This made the demonic archetypes in their hands look increasingly tattered.

Xiao Mo has psychological problems.

Xiao Ma's personality is fragmented, and he occasionally goes on crazy tantrums.

Forgrim only cared about partying and having fun himself, but he somewhat overlooked the fact that Slaanesh wanted everyone to have fun together, which made the leader a little unhappy.

So Aaron, they also want a good child like this!

You, Black King, can have a son, but I, the Four Gods, can't?

Perhaps only Khorne didn't notice this; He preferred beheading to having organs and intestines spill out.

At this moment, Aaron was unaware of the watchful eyes of his three malicious aunts and uncles. He was busy following his father's lightning spiritual energy, taking advantage of the fact that his connection with his future white-bearded father had not been severed, and was able to observe the health status of the people whose organs had been removed and put back in.

The situation at this moment is equivalent to these people being struck by lightning and entering a state of paralysis, unable to feel pain.

Internal organs can be disconnected and reconnected, and although it is a hot-swappable process, there is an uninterrupted power supply.

Therefore, at most you'll feel a slight sense of disorientation, but you'll get used to it and everything will return to normal.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. That's good, but there are still some issues to be aware of.

That is, all the local people in Tehdu experienced this, but those who had just arrived and were not yet contaminated, although only a minority, also witnessed this terrifying scene.

For example, Aaron saw a playwright writing on papyrus and was horrified to see the person next to him struck by lightning, turned into a pile of skin, and then swelled up and recovered.

Write it down! Write it down!

The people of this place were punished by heaven for blaspheming Zeus and engaging in misguided love!

Zeus only punished them slightly and did not kill them.

He remembered the people around him who told him stories. Their eyebrows twitched and their tongues flowed like lotus blossoms as they told their tales, making one almost believe that the descriptions of Zeus's debauchery in Pum were true.

But why wasn't I punished for recording these stories and even embellishing them?

The playwright was trembling and shaking, but his hands kept moving as he transcribed (making things up).

"God has unleashed divine punishment, punishing this indulgent city—"

(Sodom: What's wrong?)

But isn't it a bit meddlesome for Zeus to concern himself with this? Theoretically, he himself was also involved in something like that.

Or is it that Zeus himself orchestrates many of the miracles that occur today?

Other deities are not visible.

Does this mean that Zeus actually possessed all the authority of the gods?

So, can one escape the fate of being overthrown by one's own son by changing the power of the goddess of fate?

A terrible idea was brewing in the playwright's mind.

The concept of elevating Zeus from chief god and king of gods to supreme god.

Boom——

The playwright was not struck by lightning in reality, but in his heart, a supreme and omnipotent god was being established.

His soul and thoughts were struck by a sudden, out-of-the-sky spiritual lightning, and the rising smoke vaguely covered the great figure sitting on the throne.

The God of All.

Aaron was still unclear about how today's events would affect the future.

As his father's white psionic energy gradually dissipated and the crisis was averted, Marum arrived home with the food he had "collected."

This was not theft, but rather payment from the people of Dedu to the master for treating them.

If all else fails, it's because the order comes from the master who hasn't yet become His Majesty, and has nothing to do with the future His Majesty!