Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Xiao Pei struggled to her feet, panting and sweating profusely.

"Dorn, help me one more time, nail me up there."

He gritted his teeth, looking like a fierce demon. But in front of his father, this demeanor made him look like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum, completely disregarded.

Even though he was humiliating me, he agreed.

Peturabo made up his mind.

Dorn advised, "Just hang it up and tie it with chains."

Hmm? As expected of you, Dorn, your first reaction was to advise me to give up, or to show concern for my dignity.

Instead, they actually started thinking about putting me on the cross!

Good bro, you're so straightforward, no one but me would want to hang out with you!

Peturabo couldn't help but let out a wry smile:

“Use nails. You do it yourself. Only the Primarch can harm the Primarch. Dorn, it’s my fault. I always thought I could persuade my father, but before I could even send my letter, he came back.”

"It's just being watched; heroes have to endure these hardships and humiliations to grow!"

Perturabo resolutely walked towards the cross outside the vehicle, about to climb it, when Dorn called out from behind:

“This is inside the city walls, and there aren’t many people here. Following Father’s idea, I suggest choosing a landmark monument in front of the city wall, preferably near the starport, so that there will be more people and the effect will be better!”

Peturabo was so angry that his veins were bulging, but he couldn't refute anything.

If he wanted to please his father, Dorn was right; he needed to expose himself completely and humiliate himself.

Let my father know how much I am willing to sacrifice for my goals.

“Then let’s move it. I want to carry this cross to the city wall square myself.”

Xiao Pei went straight to the car, picked up the huge cross, and walked step by step into the distance.

Behind them came the sound of another cross being dragged along, and Dorn followed behind him.

Perturabo asked, puzzled, "One Dorn is enough."

Dorn's tone was firm, and even a hint of a smile finally appeared on his rock-solid face:

"No, two are enough. I have to be with you. I failed to stop you from doing these things before, and that's my responsibility. So when the punishment comes, I have to share it with you."

The two brothers each dragged a huge cross, leading the way towards the rising sun, and walked side by side.

Not far away, the royal guards behind the emperor relaxed their stance, revealing Alpharis's bald head:

“Father, this brotherly affection is so deep, I’m tempted to hang myself on it.”

The Emperor dismissed it: "Never mind, I don't want to be reminded of him by these things. You need to provide Number Four with intelligence on the front lines at Shira as soon as possible, and also Omega, tell him that the Warhound needs a Primarch."

His eyes were downcast: "Angron is gone."

Dedu, 600 BC.

"Aaron, brother, brother, save me!"

"Brother, save me!"

Aaron woke up with a start, as if he had dreamt of an extremely horrific scene, in which Little Pei seemed to be placed inside some kind of torture device.

There seems to be someone nearby, but I can't see them very clearly.

I haven't had a proper rest these past few days, and as a result, I keep having dreams about my younger brothers screaming miserably.

The thought of Xiao Pei being hung on a cross and displayed to the public would probably make this younger brother want to kill everyone who saw it afterwards.

Aaron yawned, preparing to stay in Detu for two more days until his father and Marum finished their check-ups, before heading to the main city of Athens.

Chapter 157 We Need Dorn! Philosophical Debate at the Olympics (3K)

Anda hummed an unknown, cheerful tune as he fiddled with wheat flour in his hands.

This stuff has existed for four thousand years, and its starch content is as high as 70%.

It has long been a staple crop of human civilization and has become the raw material for bread.

Will people in the future synthesize starch in other ways, or obtain starch from other materials?

How curious.

"You seem to be in a good mood today, Father. You even took the initiative to make bread."

Aaron walked out of the house and leaned against the edge of the kitchen, watching his father's technique with some delight.

Perhaps I could bring a few for my younger brothers.

His spirits had also recovered, enough to sustain him on his journey northward.

After Marum finished taking care of the fifth child and cleaning the house, the only thing left to take care of every day was the donkey.

The tune Anda was humming grew increasingly cheerful:

"I don't know why, but I had a good dream last night, and I was just very happy."

Aaron sighed, propping his face up against the kitchen window:

“I had a nightmare. I dreamt that Xiao Pei was hanging on a cross, and there was another figure next to her that was not clearly visible but was equally tall.”

Anda laughed heartily, put the barely formed bread into the oven, looked around, and was about to wipe his flour-covered hands clean on Aaron's face.

Aaron deftly dodged it, much to Marum's envy.

Alas, Your Majesty never left a mark when you touched my body before.

How wonderful it would be to hold a handful of flour and slap it on yourself, leaving a handprint.

They might even be able to expand another chapter directly from the Ultramarines and call it: "Emperor's Hand"!

There's no need to even think about the legion's emblem; it's simply a giant handprint.

The battle cry is: "The Emperor's Hand!"

The fifth one grumbled and shifted its fur position so that Marum's mechanical brushing could reach its itch.

The butler has been quite distracted lately; he's not as attentive as he was at the beginning.

Your grandfather used to brush my fur himself!

Aaron had to go to great lengths to stop his father from slapping a handful of flour onto his face or bald head.

He was truly worried about his future brothers. Perhaps it would be a good thing if all of Zeus's sons were scattered and exiled.

If there truly is a goddess of fate, Aaron would definitely ask how those threads representing destiny are woven.

And, could we ask the goddess of fate to write more of a life of hardship for my elderly father?

Well, just the time I'm still alive in the last few hundred years.

I ate bread and drank water this morning. The fruit wine I drank earlier was all gone.

The newly made items are still reacting naturally in the cellar, waiting for Anda to come back from shopping and process them.

Aaron thought the old man deliberately stayed in Dedu for two extra days, partly to allow the wine to ferment.

Secondly, it was to avoid going north too quickly to see his mother.

My father once said that for a man, the three most important things are to accumulate strength, enrich himself, and strive unceasingly.

Otherwise, one becomes a vulgar person bound by a weight hanging on a rope. It's not that this is necessarily bad, since the weight can be a responsibility or an interest.

But in the end, this will only burden people.

Therefore, it's better to be more carefree and free.

Anda imparted his philosophy of life in this way, unaware that there was such a thing as a boomerang, and that he had already thrown quite a few.

Tzeentch remembered them all, and even wished he could share a voice with Adachi to say those beautiful words.

He loved the crisp sound of those boomerangs hitting the Black King's head as they were thrown back one by one.

These past two days, Anda still remembered to go out during the day to confirm that the Chaos Corruption in Daldu had been completely destroyed. After having Marum kill a few Chaos cultists, he went fishing in the afternoon.

Then he returned with a gloomy expression, carrying the fish he had bought, and retaliated by roasting them over a large fire until they were burnt.

After they burned the food, neither he nor Aaron could eat it, so they gave it to Marum.

At night, he would hide alone in the cellar and use his psychic powers to accelerate the fermentation process of the fruit wine.

Otherwise, relying on natural reactions, how many days would they have to wait before they could drink it?

Two days later, Aaron and Marum packed their bags and handed over their belongings to the estate's butler.

With his elderly father lying on the donkey cart, unwilling to even get off the ground, he headed towards Athens.

The old man's limp appearance, almost as if he were wrapped in a mat, and Aaron were holding up a sign saying he was selling himself to bury his father, would create a very dramatic scene.

The donkey cart is actually powered by Marum. The fifth brother doesn't need to actually pull it, but he still has to walk forward on his own two feet to avoid becoming completely lazy.

These are Anda's exact words as he lay sprawled on the donkey cart. Fortunately, the fifth brother seemed unable to understand human speech and didn't kick Anda.

Athens soon came into view, and if the old father was willing to get off the bus and walk quickly, they could still make it to Athens for dinner.

But now that they had arrived in Athens in the early hours of the morning, it was difficult to even find a place to stay, so Anda led them to a tavern to rest.

It seems he has been here before, because Aaron doesn't have many memories of Athens, only vaguely remembering the place where he lived as a child, and rarely having been to the entire city of Athens.

After all, a child can't run that far.

Watching his father skillfully serve food and arrange seating, Marum remarked that the master might be entering another periodic anthropomorphic phase, and they should cherish it.

Objectively speaking, Athens is indeed one of the most developed cities in Europe today, at least in terms of entertainment needs.

Even late at night or in the early hours of the morning, some people are drinking, but they are all ordinary people.

Because the wealthy and aristocratic had access to more professional entertainment venues and even entertainment equipment, they were physically separated from the common people.

"Newcomers, do any of you have any ideas about participating in the Olympic Games in a month?"

The owner, Hayes, was a man nearing fifty, but he was in good spirits and had no bulbous nose. It seemed that it wasn't unusual for a tavern owner not to drink.

He greeted them and casually placed a few plates of fruit on the table.

Hayes proudly displayed his sea god emblem, saying: