Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aldous let out a terrible murmur, praying for the blessing of the god of wisdom.

"I will peel off the archon's face and take his place in a final performance! I will plunge Athens and all of Greece into chaos!"

Aldous finally glimpsed the wisdom of chaos. Perhaps when he first came into contact with the wisdom in his head, he had the idea of ​​changing his unchanging life.

But corrupted by chaos, he eventually fell into depravity.

However, at this moment, Tzeentch was cleaning the feathers and scales on his body that were constantly shifting positions:

"It's still quite difficult, requiring such a great deal of effort to guide him. Sigh, in this day and age, he would have gone crazy the moment I opened my mouth."

Although the Fourth Ancient can traverse the river of time, the barriers of reality in that time zone are so solid that even if Tzeentch himself became corrupt and it took so long for him to degenerate a mortal to the point of finally thinking of skinning someone else to cause trouble.

Sigh, those are just low-level tactics used by Tzeentch's followers nowadays; they could easily achieve their goal by sending a change of heart.

Sophisticated and cunning methods all involve creating chaos without altering one's social identity or goals.

You're right, Magnus.

Tzeentch casually bestowed upon Aldous a little skinning skill, lest his disguise turn from a horror film into a comedy.

Sigh, if I'm bored, I can dress up as an emperor and make Magnus call me dad!

The idea suddenly popped into Tzeentch's mind: although the original form of the Four Gods was indeed, to some extent, the child of the Four Gods.

At least that's what that fat idiot Nurgle really thought, and that's how he treated Mortalian.

But I'm different. I want to be Little Ma's dad simply to experience the thrill of a father messing with his son.

"Giggle-"

From the depths of the labyrinth of the altered heavens, the Lord of Myriad Changes' excited shouts echoed once more.

Carlos, who had come to pay his respects, looked to one side with each head turned. Tzeentch, who had just finished laughing, was examining the head and considering whether to dye it gold to make him even happier.

Tzeentch has been laughing a lot lately, and I don’t know what strange ideas he has come up with recently. Sigh, I wonder who is going to be in trouble again (Note: “who” includes Tzeentch himself).

Athens, 600 BC.

Aldes, in the attic, sensed the presence of a god!

The exquisite skinning technique appeared inexplicably in his mind from nothing!

This must be a miracle, a gift from the god of wisdom!

This might make Athena's followers wonder when Athena would skin them alive.

However, these are minor issues. The important thing is that God's grace has truly occurred!

Aldous was convinced that he was the chosen one and the beloved follower of the god of wisdom!

His destiny will lead to ultimate glory, unleashing a wave of change that will shake and terrify the entire Athens and all of Greece!

Even fate itself is changing for me!

On Aldous's chest, his skin began to tear, revealing the bloody marks of the two-headed eagle.

God told him that when the time came, he only needed to tear his skin from this spot to peel off his own skin so that he could replace it with the target's skin.

The wounds quickly scabbed over under the power of the divine force. For some reason, these scabbed scars were not purplish-brown, but a deep blue!

All of this represents divine grace!

Aldous reaffirmed his identity as the chosen one of the gods of wisdom, put on a gentle smile, and methodically tidied his appearance.

Before he could skin the governor, he needed to practice on someone.

Let's start with that ungrateful brute who insisted on becoming a soldier instead of a blacksmith.

As the blue, two-headed divine eagle appeared in this era for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Aaron had already bought the supplies his family needed for the next two days, packed them in a bag, and placed them on Lao Wu's back.

The fifth one can handle this weight.

This donkey always wanted to turn back and nibble on the vegetable leaves sticking out from the sides of the bag.

Although I can't eat it, I still got some saliva on my tongue. Oh well, I'll wash the other side clean and give it to my father later.

Anyway, he won't get sick.

The good son was estimating the time and was about to go home when he suddenly heard some noises. Before he even turned around, he thought to himself, "I hope nothing has happened to my father."

It wasn't that I was worried about Anda's safety, but rather that he might lose his veil or have gone astray and do something drastic.

Just then, the familiar voice of the old father came from behind:

"Fishing is all about skill! You all put in so much effort and sweated so much, and all you caught was a tiny fish the size of a finger? Hahaha, are you getting old and weak? You break out in a sweat after just a few movements?"

Aaron was so anxious that he didn't bother to go and see what was going on.

He quickly pulled the fifth brother back, determined not to join the commotion. That wasn't just joining the fun, that was going to embarrass himself!

Chapter 166 Dad, do you have a brother who's a spy? (4K)

In a market in Athens, a group of frustrated and disappointed anglers, as if united by a single thought, arrived at the market and began buying fish.

I've already prepared the fishhook; I'll disguise it when the time comes.

For some reason, whether Zeus was unhappy or something, when they went fishing this morning, they felt an immense force emanating from their fishing rods.

That power, that abrasive feel of the fishing rod rubbing against the calluses on my hands—

It's an even more fun and intense feeling than pulling up a radish!

For a fisherman, encountering a prey that requires all his strength to control the fishing rod and barely manage to fight off is something he can only dream of in his lifetime.

Just as the first man was exhausted, he finally managed to lure that precious opponent to the surface.

Their vision even conjured up images of a fish, taller than a person, splashing water in the air, its beautiful scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Suddenly, the strength in his hand loosened, and he sat back down on the ground. The tiny fish, no bigger than a finger, slapped him and landed on his face.

This made the scene seem especially ridiculous, especially with the laughter from his companions.

A sense of desolation and sorrow, as if he were being toyed with by the goddess of fate, spread through him.

until--

One by one, the other friends also encountered the same thing.

After they had all been played like this, they looked at each other and resolved never to mention it again.

The river god must be causing trouble at the bottom of this river today!

However, I've heard that the daughters of river gods in mythology are all quite beautiful—

The anglers are naturally optimistic, and they adjusted the atmosphere themselves.

If there had been no disruptive factors, unfortunately, Anda, who had been watching the spectacle for a while, finally had the chance to mock the other anglers.

In the past, I was always the one being nagged and nagged.

Today I can finally jump on the face!

And that's how the scene just happened, where Anda mocked the anglers in the market who had put in so much effort but only managed to catch fry.

It stirred up the past that those poor people didn't want to recall.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore and shouted out loud!

"Judging from your tone, how big of a fish did you catch this time?"

"Let me see your basket!"

"He's keeping his face covered up mysteriously; he's probably an ugly monster. Tear off his veil too!"

"Hey guys, block him up! Open his fish basket, open it and take a look!"

Enraged by the reopened wounds, the crowd swarmed forward. Anda hurriedly protected his fish basket—damn it, there wasn't a single fish inside!

He only came over to make a few sarcastic remarks about these fishermen who had once looked down on him, but he didn't expect them to be so angry that they wanted to expose his secrets!

Now that things have come to this, can we reconcile?

Looking at the resentful eyes of the people around him, which were like those of Khorne, Anda knew that even if he tore off his veil and showed his face now, this matter would be difficult to resolve!

Now, the only solution is to eliminate all of them!

Unfortunately, the emperor ultimately loved humanity.

He couldn't bring himself to do it.

Anda, clutching his empty fish basket, began to dodge and weave. He had followed Marum without waiting for him, just to mock the fishermen, and now he had no cover.

As he fled, his eyes caught sight of a bald man leading a donkey away in the distance—his good son!

"Aaron! Aaron! Help me! Help me! I'm your father!"

"Damn it, stop pulling at my clothes! Didn't you agree to only tear off my veil? If you have any problems, go find my son! According to Athenian law, the son pays for the father's debts!"

Anda's body was covered by countless sinful hands, and he was desperately pulled between the angry fishermen.

Meanwhile, Aaron had already led the fifth son away from the market, escaping the troubles and chaos.

Did you just hear a desperate roar?

Sigh, listening to those debates and speeches today made me dizzy and my ears were a bit foggy. It's normal that I couldn't hear the noise outside clearly.

After Aaron leisurely returned home, his elderly father was changing his clothes, and next to him was Marum, whose hands were stained with blood.

"Father, I think I heard some fishermen arguing at the market just now. Do you know what happened?"

Aaron asked the question knowingly, staring intently at his elderly father.

Anda's expression remained unchanged, and he countered with a question:

“You know I can’t catch fish, and I’m not interested in what happens between those fishermen.”

“We just bought a chicken and chopped it up. Marum had some post-traumatic stress disorder when he killed the chicken, and now the headless chicken is still hopping around behind him.”

He was essentially explaining the origin of the bloodstains on Marum's body.

Aaron's eyes lit up. Where is it? Where is it?

He jumped up and looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw a headless chicken still expending its remaining energy, wandering around aimlessly.

Marum wanted to refute the master's question about post-traumatic stress disorder, arguing that he absolutely could not have such a mortal mental illness.