Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He stretched out his hand, trembling, and pointed at Aaron before his companions could lose patience with him.

He even revealed the double-headed eagle emblem on his chest, and the peculiar blue scar was a divine manifestation!

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He must prove to his companions that he can successfully skin them before the mind in his head will risk kidnapping the commander.

To complete Aldous's plan.

If the skill does not produce the expected results, they will take out Aldous's brain and offer it to the god of wisdom, hoping that the god will forgive the foolishness of his followers.

He had no way out.

Damn God of Wisdom, when you bestow blessings upon me, couldn't you at least also pass on the message to your colleagues that I'm going to be a leader?

(Tzeentch: Don't bother me. It's already difficult enough to corrupt just one person in this era. I don't even need to worry about the person I bless losing control of the situation if it's someone else.)

The companions exchanged glances and nodded, then stretched their wrists and walked towards Aaron.

Aaron, still unaware of what had happened, assumed that his act as a spy within Athena's temple system as a follower of the sea god had been exposed.

Curious, he asked how his spy identity had been discovered.

The intelligences within the skulls were even more puzzled: a spy? What spy?

Never mind, just arrest them first.

They rushed forward, grabbed Aaron by the limbs, and lifted him up, heading towards the basement.

Aldous reached out to stop him, his eyes red as he stared intently at Aaron, and said:

"No, right here, just gag him so he can't make a sound."

“Look inside his tool bag, all the knives are there.”

"Ah, I understand! I understand why fate stopped me from skinning the blacksmith! It's because I chose the wrong subject. This person is the one the god of wisdom is showing us!"

The people around him were somewhat surprised, as a believer in the sea god had just arrived, along with a young man with smooth skin carrying a full set of skinning knives.

Therefore, it's understandable that the blacksmith's skinning process failed.

Oh, I see. They misunderstood Aldous.

This is the arrangement of the god of wisdom!

Everyone was overjoyed again and pinned Aaron to the desk.

Even if Aaron were slow-witted, he should have realized that these people were going to do something to him after capturing the spy.

That's not right. Athens wasn't always this brutal. People used to encounter countless spies when they went out.

Why would someone kill themselves the moment they meet?

Or perhaps they were originally planning to kill someone in the basement, but just happened to arrive themselves.

Sigh, this situation is just too strange.

So, did the people in the basement die?

Even as Aaron was pinned to the desk, all he could think about was the safety of that unfortunate fellow beneath him.

Although he occasionally had some morbid thoughts and wanted to see some bloody scenes, it was just because he was getting older, and everyone goes through this phase.

Judging from their expressions, they had failed at skinning, so they changed their target and, with the skinning tools on their bodies, made themselves the prey.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was originally a spy.

Alas, for a young man aspiring to work in intelligence, this strange coincidence is a great insult to his career.

Aaron sighed inwardly, "I'm not going to be a spy anymore!"

After he finishes his work in Athens, he will change careers!

Before long, the speaker he had seen before, Aldous, whose pale arm had removed his tool bag and who looked dazed, was now staring at him with his lifeless eyes.

The whites of the two eyes were bloodshot, but due to the light, they appeared somewhat blue, and their shape changed from thread-like to a blue mist.

This existence, which clearly transcends the material form, is, according to what Logar mentioned when explaining psionic energy to Guilliman, a standard psionic influence.

In other words, the person in front of us has made contact with the subspace.

Aaron became alert, gathered his saliva, and spat it out before the blue mist completely obscured Aldous's eyes.

"Ah—my eyes!"

Aldous let out a piercing scream. Just moments before, his master, whom he could hear from the "upper realm," was reinstalling his system.

Moreover, this time it was directly loaded into his eyeballs as a physical carrier, so that Aaron wouldn't ignore it.

It's like this: before, you would plug in a USB drive, and the only connection between it and the host computer was that you could drag out a shortcut and the instruction manual from it.

However, the main body of the program is still in subspace, and it has been shielded by Aaron.

This time, it was directly installed inside Aldous's eyeball, causing substantial material decay.

Aaron had no way to deal with this situation.

But unexpectedly, this young man, using some unknown method, spat at the loading screen, interrupting the loading process.

So much so that when Aldous came to his senses, one of his eyes had already shattered due to the annihilation of his psionic energy, leaving only one eye gleaming with the light of a sapphire solidified into a physical form.

"Oh no!" Tzeentch slapped his thigh. "If only I had loaded all the content into one eyeball! What was wrong with me? Why did I have to split it into two parts?"

Is it because of the consideration that if a human suddenly encounters a situation where they need to use only one eye, they may experience dizziness and inaccurate spatial positioning, which could lead to mistakes when peeling the skin?

Ah, why am I even thinking about such strange things!

Jianqi was both heartbroken and somewhat excited.

This is equivalent to Him having considered everything within the skinning plan, but suddenly an unexpected change occurred, which was like scratching His heart, making Him feel incredibly satisfied.

Forget it, never mind, let's just do whatever we want.

Even if the first skinning fails because it's only half loaded, it doesn't matter, since Aaron won't survive anyway.

In a few hundred years, let that increasingly dark-skinned fellow play the role of the savior and messiah.

Whether Aaron existed or not during the preceding six hundred years is irrelevant.

Tzeentch hummed a song, knowing that at most the Black King would only send a few lightning bolts at a distance, which, aside from being a bit embarrassing, wouldn't cause any serious damage.

Does He really dare to get up and do it to himself?

That's the best possible change! The most unlikely thing has happened, isn't that wonderful!

"Giggle-giggle-gaggag!"

Tzeentch, his cries of excitement changing, went mad in his labyrinthine temple. As he wished, a black sea of ​​sky appeared in the heavens, surging and turbulent, almost as if it might pour down at any moment, turning into a great flood that would wash away the entire labyrinth.

The Black King's rage was beyond words. A bolt of jet-black lightning, which had materialized, did not strike down. Instead, it condensed into terrifying skeletal threads, attempting to take human form.

"Hey hey hey, isn't this Neos? If you can't get up, let me help you. There's no need to appear in this avatar form. There's no living saint here for you to possess."

"Although I am not good at fighting, my sword is never without its weaknesses!"

As if possessed, Tianqi unleashed his fighting spirit, holding in his hand the sword that had been gathered from the foolishness and blindness of countless people in the labyrinth.

This sword, if it strikes anyone, will leave them mentally impaired.

"I'll have a go at you today, and your son is doomed! No, there's a Space Marine there too. No problem, just a second's worth of time is enough. I'll travel through time again, control my servant, and stab your son to death! Hahaha, this time I'll stab him in the neck, not below the ribs."

Tzeentch revealed his plans without reservation, especially the plans that the Black King was currently unable to stop.

This was undoubtedly accumulating the Black King's anger. The hostile fighting spirit between the two gods caused the Blood God on the bronze throne to sit up and reach out. His servants pushed over a chariot made of bones and a war drum made of beast scales, so that the Blood God could personally beat the drum to cheer him on.

Seeing the battle between two gods today is worth it, even if it means standing up from the bronze throne!

As the Blood God pounded the drum, producing a deafening sound, His tactical mind finally realized that there was another potential follower of His present.

"stand up!"

Khorne roared in anger, 600 BC, in the basement of the library.

The blacksmith's corpse, pierced through the back of his head with a dagger, opened his eyes, staggered to his feet, and regained his strength, pulling the dagger out of his head.

"Blood Sacrifice - Blood God!"

"Skull Offering - Skull Seat!"

Heads, heads, heads everywhere!

The blacksmith roared and jumped up the steps.

It doesn't care who's who or what the situation is; as long as someone is alive, it'll kill them first!

Chapter 173 Not a War of Gods (3K)

The moment Marum sensed the Chaos Contamination and the hideous Warp Abyss appeared beside Aaron, he rushed over with all his might.

Taking care of that old man at home is such a waste of time. I don't know what's wrong with His Majesty, but he hasn't been sleeping properly in bed these past few days.

Instead, she wanted to sleep while holding the fifth child.

Judging from the words in the dream, it seems to be about cultivating some kind of compatibility in preparation for dealing with a future enemy.

Marum arrived just in time after confirming Aaron's location.

He had already raised his explosive gun, and even through the wall obstructing his view, he could accurately headshot the so-called "brain-bound intelligence" who was performing the surgery.

What wisdom in the brain? Once it's all turned into a mess, there will be no wisdom left.

A head is a head, either a manifestation of glory and achievement or a sign of atonement.

Why think about so many things? In the minds of the Astartes, there is only loyalty!

Marum was even aware of the immense excitement he felt when he pulled the trigger as his brain began to contemplate the meaning of the head.

He even vaguely entered a state of divine grace without praying to His Majesty!

As the name suggests, divine grace is the favor of the gods.

Since the weasel is not here, then the one who bestows blessings now is—

(Courtroom: You go on, I'm listening.)

Forty thousand years later, Tzeentch snapped his fingers, aligning them with the time.