Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Apollo shuddered, and before he could react, he saw Angron jump up, leap into his arms, and grab his hair.

But she politely leaned on his shoulder for support, without hurting him.

"car!"

Angron uttered the first word, waving the toy car in his hand in front of Apollo.

He needed a higher angle to throw the car, and looking around, his father and brother were not there, only this blond handsome guy's shoulder was there.

In his extreme fear, Apollo was powerless to resist.

That indescribable terror was right there on his shoulder, as if if he wasn't careful, his mind would be completely drained.

Apollo, on the verge of tears, could only raise his arm, serving as a track for Angron's abandoned chariot, thus indirectly playing along with this terrifying child.

No matter how inhuman Neos is, at least he knows to hold back a trick up his sleeve.

And Angron, can you expect a little kid to know how to control his power?

Even if he can control himself now, what will happen when he gets enraged!

And so, in the courtyard, a strange reality unfolded, a scene of unparalleled harmony.

Aaron thought to himself that he didn't sense Apollo's fear, but he knew that his uncle, who was somewhat prejudiced against Angron, was still willing to play with his good nephew.

On a beautiful afternoon for Anda Weir's family, things were not so peaceful in the Temple of Athena.

Tzeentch was forced to send men to steal Aldous's last remaining leg, catalyze the knowledge stored in his brain's neural pathways, extract it, and feed it to the new believers.

It looks like they're gnawing on raw meat to regain their skinning skills.

Then it immediately began to overload the believer's lifespan, giving him extraordinary teaching abilities to impart this knowledge to other believers through natural mediums.

This way, there's no need to worry about Aaron deleting the installed knowledge, because for later learners, this knowledge is learned without the Chaos corrupting the body.

At this moment, the people with wisdom in their skulls realized that what Aldous had said was all true.

They misunderstood their companion and missed a golden opportunity!

At this moment, the companion who had eaten Aldous and taught them the art of skinning also died from a brain explosion.

At this point, regret and mourning are no longer possible.

They need to carry on the legacy of their comrades, peel off the skin of the archons, disguise themselves as archons, and plunge the entire ancient Greek world into war!

Wait, why did they mention "ancient"? My mind is a mess, it feels like countless chickens are crowing.

Then the problem arose when Erwin, who succeeded Aldous as the person in charge of the project, stepped forward.

This time, Tzeentch went to great lengths to appoint a leader to prevent internal strife within his project.

Erwin began to think about what would happen after the skinning, and asked:

"Fellow believers, through the blessing of the God of wisdom, we have learned how to do it. But how do we deal with the skin of the ruler? None of us have the ability to wear human skin and impersonate someone else."

The meaning of wisdom also lies in clear self-awareness. Erwin knew that the only believer in the wisdom of the mind who had ever performed was Aldous, but he was dead.

Even if one now possesses the knowledge, it would be possible to easily remove the governor's skin.

We are currently lacking someone capable of carrying human skin.

At this moment, our long-silent junior, Wa, finally sent his golden doll into Tzeentch's labyrinth once again:

“Xin Liezhi, are we condescending to do this just to instigate chaos in a small mortal city-state? Any minor demon could do that.”

Vashtor, who had already declared himself a member of the Vashtor family, began to address Tzeentch by his name, without any suffixes or honorifics.

Tzeentch didn't care about any of that, and just said self-deprecatingly:

"Even gods have things they cannot change. It's truly frustrating; in times other than the end and death, this is how stifling it is."

Chapter 185 The Half-Immortal's Plan and the Athenian Shadow Play (3K)

Vashtor clearly did not realize that when the god who controls change uttered such a sigh, he was not showing weakness or opening his heart to him.

Therefore, Master Wa was quite proactive in speaking up:

"I will send an exquisite doll to the past, cover it with human skin, and set up all the details to meet your plan."

Upon hearing this, Tzeentch stroked the feathers that draped over the countless labyrinthine walls and finally let out a normal laugh, instead of a bird-like cry:

"Hahaha~ No need, everything is going according to plan. It's barely enough to make you recreate an artifact from the past. If you send the current thing over there, I'll be the one paying the price."

Tzeentch never does business at a loss; this junior student is far from being able to outsmart him.

Vashtor realized he had gone too far, and although he had dined at the table without any fear, he still became somewhat humble:

"The plans of the past are now left to you, the great and ever-changing master. Let us now discuss the current state of the war."

Vashtor freed his golden doll from disappearing, releasing a projected map of a star sector, marking a dark planet located in the central region of the Great Rift:

"Sera, this was once a logistics planet established by the False Emperor in the central region of the galaxy during the Great Expedition. Its production capacity is about one-seventeenth of that of Amegadoton at its peak, which is not bad."

As the sunken gold doll continued to fluctuate, it marked the planetary ruins in front of Shera, the graveyard of a civilization destroyed during the Great Expedition.

Among the wreckage, there was only one planet that was relatively well-preserved: Tuotuosi.

The great rift was directly exposed above the sky of Tuotuosi, distorting the light of stars and making time seem illusory, so much so that the afterimages of races that had already been destroyed, and even their civilizations and technologies, were revealed.

After all, these skills are too vicious, and as long as they have ever existed in the world, they will be found by Vashtor.

Ever since Horus was turned into a spinning top by the Emperor, Vashtor was quite happy to accept that his power was constantly approaching the throne of malevolent arts.

He would be willing to be whipped by the Emperor or even the Black King.

The golden doll spoke: "The Tuotuosi race of the past possessed a technology to extract human neurotransmitters for use as medicine. They recognized our existence, and to avoid being transformed, they used human neurotransmitters, which are easily triggered by emotions, as a form of protection."

"Scientifically, emotions are nothing more than differences in neuronal signals and the amount of hormones secreted in the body. It can be said that the methods of the Tuotuosi civilization are quite unconventional. In order to use human emotions to protect their souls and to trigger increasingly extreme human emotions, their techniques for extracting secretions are becoming more and more sensational."

At this point, Master Wa paused slightly, then emphasized his words, as if deliberately highlighting the key point for Treachery:

"In fact, this is the first extinct technology I have ever found in this field."

"And I offer it to you as a gift."

Although it was a gift, Vashtor was declaring that in many ways he was no different from a "god".

Tzeentch was somewhat amused by the young man's words, which were eager to show off but dared not be too direct.

With the intention of teasing the child, I asked:

"Abaddon wants to tear another hole in the galaxy, and then the False Emperor's empire will be divided by a huge 'X' or cross."

"Where are you going to find a new Blackrock Fortress? Or how can you guarantee that Abaddon won't waste your resources for no reason and then suffer failure after failure? You can't accept the price you pay until he succeeds. After all, this process is just too long."

My friend, Abaddon's project isn't bad, it's just that the time it takes to produce results is too long. From the Great Rebellion to the tearing of the galaxy apart, the early projects all failed one after another!

This was a sincere piece of advice from Tzeentch, and he had no ulterior motives.

Vashtor was clearly very confident, and said:

"I will use the technology of the Tortoss to capture mortal slaves, catalyze their extreme emotions, and create a magnificent creation! I will begin, to create my Great Demon!"

"Moreover, I have my own Primarch fighting for me. I even personally created an armor called Paradox for him to fight against little Guilliman's Armor of Fate! The so-called Abaddon's defeat was simply because he was not the Primarch."

Before investing in venture capital, Wa Banxian also carefully examines the prospects of the projects.

If Abaddon's Black Cross Expedition succeeds, it will divide the galaxy into four parts, leaving only a quarter of the area illuminated by the False Emperor's starlight.

The remaining three-quarters of reality became the domain that the Chaos Gods fought over, and even the benevolent Nurgle would try to seize it.

If I fail to ascend to godhood, I will absolutely not be able to compete with the four old guys ahead of me.

Therefore, the only way to achieve de facto control is through early investment.

No matter how long Abaddon's Black Cross Expedition lasts or how many times he fails, if he wants to go further, he has to go all in with most of his wealth.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

Tzeentch was fully aware of this foolish young man's plans, and merely offered encouragement:

"What kind of help do you need? I can send an army, or even Magnus, to help you."

Wa Banxian clenched his fist in secret, misunderstanding that Jianqi was just looking for fun and thought that the Heavenly Emperor had approved his project's venture capital and was going to invest as well!

It’s stable now!

Tzeentch was merely a child-coaxing figurehead. After luring away the complacent young man, he began to plot how to make human skin legitimately used by his followers before Christ.

Sometimes He likes to try out games on hellish difficulty, figuring out solutions to problems under various constraints.

For example, drama.

Stage lighting and makeup —

These are all things that can temporarily alter people's perceptions.

We can take advantage of that technology that interferes with human secretions and use only the part that stimulates human emotions.

When the actors wearing skin go on stage, the plan can proceed smoothly.

You ask why Tzeentch doesn't cooperate more deeply with Vashtor and send over a puppet that will never make a mistake?

One issue is the cost.

Another point is that it's too easy to do this. Tzeentch never plays low-level games; he prefers high-risk games.

No one can persuade her otherwise. Ahem, now it's time to quickly revert to her blue-haired, shield-and-spear goddess persona and start causing trouble!

Thus, Erwin, who was waiting for the blessing of the god of wisdom, received the latest transmission plan.

She debuted and became Athens' most popular idol! (Just kidding!)

Sneak into the troupe, steal the most skilled performers, extract certain substances from their bodies, and infuse them with the techniques of performance.

Then they attacked the governor, skinned him, and replaced his skin with his own, planning a grand theatrical performance before the Games, inviting important figures from various city-states.

Here, a conspiracy is sweeping across Athens, and may even subvert and disrupt Greek culture, one of the sources of European civilization in human history!

A grand appearance!

This could even lead to dramatic changes during the European Middle Ages and the Renaissance, drastically altering the entire history of human civilization!

The resulting chaotic changes, completely different from existing history, truly excited Tzeentch to the point of groaning:

"Giggle-"