Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

God, what on earth has happened!

Before long, other well-informed people also rushed back and hurriedly told Hayes about this terrifying event.

The Athenian city guards had surrounded the scene, and to avoid suspicion, the priests of Demonier came in person to examine the body.

Everyone's wounds were destroyed by immense force, and the only person on the scene capable of doing all this was the blacksmith's corpse, the only one who retained his head, whose body muscles were as if turned into steel, but whose own head had been twisted off.

The priest determined that the blacksmith had died from a fatal head wound after being captured.

They were then resurrected under the influence of divine miracles or demonic power, gained power, and then took revenge by destroying others.

He broke his own neck and died.

After all, even his neck muscles had become as hard as steel, and only he himself could break his own neck.

The priest made the following judgment based on the situation at the scene:

We must offer sacrifices to the various temples as soon as possible, seek divine guidance, and obtain the gods' forgiveness.

Of course, as a priest of Demonier, you must offer me some benefits for inviting me here.

After learning all this, Hayes was deeply disturbed. Looking at Aaron, who was staring at him with innocent, wide eyes, he sighed helplessly:

"It seems that intelligence work will have to be put on hold for a few days. We still don't know what the Temple of Athena thinks about the wisdom in the brain."

His eyes suddenly widened:

"Wait, you just said skinning! What would a person with wisdom in their skull need human skin for!"

Chapter 175 Words of Remembrance and Steel, Fourfold Rings (32K)

Time is an elusive thing, at least that's what Adachi, lying on the recliner, thinks.

He didn't know whether people change over time, or whether people change as time goes on.

No, why would he be so sentimental and overthinking all this? Is it because of that special feeling of confusion he gets when he gets up around 4 or 5 in the afternoon?

Anda only knew that his son stood before him with a serious expression and solemnly said:

“Father, I’m not going to be a spy anymore, and I don’t have any work plans for the time being. You need to think of ways to make a living for the family.”

See, this is how awful a son is to his father.

I promised to send you all to take charge, but the last one of you has proven to be more and more unreliable.

He was just getting ready to enjoy his retirement for a few years!

Anda finally came to his senses, rubbing his eyes and yawning, asking in a daze:

"What happened? Aaron, you don't seem like the type of person who would be defeated by difficulties."

"If you mean communicating with people and subtly gathering information, then I really have nothing to teach you. Because I just rely on my charm and words, and they will tell me directly what happened."

As the old man talked, he reverted to his self-aggrandizing ways, showing absolutely no sense of shame.

Aaron lowered his eyes and shook his head, saying, "It's not like that. It's just that we encountered danger today. Those intelligent beings captured a blacksmith and wanted to skin him alive."

Anda, completely unconcerned, casually remarked:

"These sons of bitches, in Deutschland they take people's organs, but in Athens they want to skin them alive. What kind of nonsense is this? Are they saying that Athenians only care about appearances, while Deutschlanders don't care about face?"

Marum added:

"Aaron was captured, and the Chaos cultists shifted their focus, attempting to attack Aaron."

Clang! Thud—!

Anda fell off the recliner, her eyes wide with rage.

"What did you say!"

He quickly glanced at his son, circling Aaron several times, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was indeed unharmed (Khorne's laughter should be heard here).

“Yes, with Astartes around, why would I worry about your safety? But you’re right, it’s better not to do espionage. You’ve learned so many skills, we could open a handicraft shop in Athens.”

Anda wiped the sweat from his brow, lay back in the recliner, and continued:

"You scared me to death! If anything had happened to you, Erda would have torn me to pieces. Strange, why didn't I sense anything when you were in danger?"

Although his brows relaxed, a deep worry lingered in his eyes.

He is a god, regardless of his future self's opinion; for now, he is the Greek god.

How could someone within the country not realize that their son was being threatened? Was something influencing them?

The God-King was plunged into deep worry.

“I remember leaving a psionic mark on you, why didn’t it warn me?”

Marum added, "Sir, it's possible that the mark on Aaron wasn't threatened. At least when I arrived, no weapon had touched Aaron's body."

Upon hearing this, Anda finally let out a long breath, his body completely limp.

"That's more like it. I thought someone was powerful enough to defy my power. Well, that's not a big problem, son. Go ahead and have some fun."

“This job will take at least a month to complete. You said that they paid you a month’s wages in advance, so we can’t let them down.”

Aaron nodded and began busily preparing dinner:

"That's what I think too, after all, we should uphold the spirit of contracts."

For some reason, Adachi was struck by inspiration and uttered:

"No need for that. If the past contracts are detrimental to you now, then just tear them up and make a new one. Son, don't think it's immoral. Just don't treat those who signed contracts with you as good people in your mind."

He always felt these words were important and that he needed to tell them to his son.

Although it sounds very unethical, if the other party is not human, then there is no need to worry about moral issues.

Even thousands of years from now, a considerable number of people may still faithfully support this idea.

Aaron simply wrote down his father's words. Whether he would ignore them or record them objectively depended on what happened next.

Sigh, Aaron was still a little upset about almost getting injured on his first day of work.

As a result, I served my elderly father rice much less often, forcing him to bring the pot over directly.

The only normal person in this family can't have any mental problems, otherwise they'll all be eating dirt!

"Aaron, I'll wash the pots and pans tonight. You should go and get some rest."

Whether Anda had suddenly developed a conscience or something had gotten into her head, she actually started doing housework on her own initiative.

Aaron didn't stand on ceremony. He yawned, climbed into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a trench. Looking up, I saw black smoke rising everywhere, like ferocious beasts rushing towards the clear sky above.

However, the closer to the sky, the thinner the smoke becomes, eventually turning into a powerless phantom that can never touch reality.

Aaron climbed out of the trench, which was only slightly lower than his body; if he lowered his head, he could just cover his body.

What were these trenches for? For fighting?

Aaron could only think of this one use.

Oh no, the brothers are fighting.

Aaron sensed something was wrong and observed more carefully. He then realized that they were already in the cleanup phase and there were no enemies left, which put his mind at ease.

He looked around and saw many figures gathered in the distance, but none of them stepped into the area.

Four Astartes warriors, dressed in power armor similar to that worn by Marum, with largely the same style but differing only in color, decorations, and a few other details, stood in front of this area.

Their presence kept the mortals silent until the terrible roar and rolling sound came, like an old ox trying its best to plow the field.

Aaron climbed up the trench and saw the thing in its entirety.

A metal construct, ten times the size of the steel-boned hippopotamus we'd seen before, was transporting an even larger structure with four layers of inlaid metal rings towards this area.

His brother, Peturabo, had most of his body leaning out of the cockpit window, his expression indifferent.

“Brother, you’ve come at just the right time. If you hadn’t explained something, I doubt Peturabo would have ever smiled at me in his entire life.”

Aaron was staring ahead, lost in thought, when he heard Luo Jia's voice behind him. He quickly turned around.

That familiar face now looked somewhat troubled, its entire face almost completely hidden beneath the massive power armor's chest plate.

After all, Aaron had to look up to see.

Loga knelt on one knee and explained the recent events before Peturabo arrived.

First, there's the matter of my own return. Although the timing differs slightly from what Aaron knew, I was indeed recently found by my father.

After failing to cooperate with the Imperial Fist, he was sent by his father to fight alongside the Ultra Warriors.

Then came the scandal of the Ultramarines' 170-hour speedrun of the Solar System Defenses. Enraged, the father put the Ultramarines in solitary confinement for building a bathhouse for Guilliman, citing their retirement and incitement of Terra Guardian Roger Dorn.

Just then, the main forces of the Ultramarines and Iron Warriors arrived at the front lines of Shera, and the 20th Legion delivered the intelligence in time.

The two legions had just been forced to join forces to clear out the alien world in front of Shera, a vile world that used humans as medicine, believing that human neurotransmitters could alleviate the warp's corruption of them.

The Word Bearers, as support troops for the Ultramarines, stepped onto the battlefield for the first time after the Primarchs' return.

In short, Loka is just here to make a cameo appearance.

His troops finally stormed into the battlefield and, on Guilliman's advice, killed the alien leader, thus establishing a merit.

The Word Bearers fought brilliantly, suffering no casualties whatsoever. Two psionic storms and the Scepter of Atonement shattered the alien leader's cognition, leaving it entangled in the curse of the countless humans they had destroyed.

Every psionicist can use psionic storms; the difference lies in the size and intensity of the storm.

As for the Scepter of Atonement, it was a psionic illusion that Logar devised himself. It was useless against humans and was specifically designed for aliens who had harmed the human race.

It was originally just called atonement.

After all, during his experimental development, he discovered that many people he considered guilty did not feel guilty at all after receiving the scepter of atonement.

Therefore, Logar had to add a scepter later on, which is an additional physical attack, where the Primarch or Astartes the Word Bearer himself would swing a blunt weapon and smash it on your head.

Listening to Loka's explanation, Aaron thought that Guilliman was indeed a kind person.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder you later gave Professor Guilliman knowledge about psychic powers."

Loka frowned. This seemed to be some vague information about time. Guilliman and psionic energy—the combination of these two elements made him somewhat unhappy.

Would Guilliman and the Ultramarines be wary of their legions using psionic powers to end the battle?