Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

As a result, these dolls are increasingly abstract, especially the one representing Erda, which is extremely ugly.

The thought of Erda going crazy when she saw the statue made Anda feel incredibly happy and cheerful.

It seems that Slaanesh is not involved this time, and we only need to use a little trick to deal with Tzeentch.

Anda made his judgment, after all, Slaanesh would never tolerate such an ugly sculpted doll.

From any perspective, this cannot be called beautiful.

Although Anda claimed to be doing the work, it was actually Marum who was scouting the environment.

Among the equipment Guilliman subsequently provided were many detection devices, which just so happened to be mounted on weapons by the Imperial Guard.

Several small robots were activated for the first time in this era, their self-powered mechanical power manifesting itself before the Common Era, rapidly scanning and marking the surrounding area.

Anda glanced at it and thought it was alright. The fact that they didn't bring over any servo skulls meant that at least one of the Imperial Guard and Ultra Warriors had decent taste.

Before long, the scan results for the underground stage were completed.

"Master, these are some of the lowest-level chaotic spells."

Marum returned with the report: "First, the method of using skinning and covering to play a role is outdated and no longer commonly used in the future. The future will be more accustomed to directly exerting mind control."

"Secondly, there's the projection magic involving a bit of psychic energy, some minor tricks. They can't directly create a small figure to control the target; these puppets are just used as markers for layout drills, to prevent mistakes on the arena stage."

Anda, with his hands behind his back, surveyed his surroundings:

"All that effort, and it turns out to be just a rehearsal space. These people are too weak. If it weren't for the smooth development of human civilization, I wouldn't want to get involved in these things."

"Perhaps the chaos in Athens had just begun when the people of the surrounding city-states, even Sparta, were calm enough not to start a war, and the problem was resolved just like that."

Tzeentch is still too incompetent in this era. He's already a little nervous about what the future holds. It's only before Christ, why is he so worried?

Go home and sleep!

Anda really wanted to shout it out, so he walked over to Aaron and Apollo and briefly explained the results of Marum's investigation. After all, he had given the order, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to take the credit for the results.

At least Marum will definitely not protest.

Anda chuckled and reached to pinch the strip of cloth off Angron's face again, casually saying:

"So let's go home now, and when they come to power as governors, we'll just stop their script from playing out. There's no need for everyone to be so tense. It would be better if we could research what other ingredients and fruits Athens has left for making wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Angron jumped out of Aaron's arms. His infant-like body moved with incredible agility. He used his strength naturally and leaped high into the air the moment he landed, crashing headfirst into the puppet representing the position of the governor.

The expected sound of the stone breaking did not occur, which frightened Aaron, who thought his younger brother had gotten into some kind of injury.

After all, everyone present thought it was normal for Angron to smash the sculpture.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the doll representing the governor was just a frame, covered with an animal skin.

After the shelf was knocked down, a staircase leading to a lower space was revealed.

Oh, there was a basement too.

From this new passage, the sounds of people and the stench of blood finally emerged.

The device that blocked sound transmission was the animal skin doll; once the doll was knocked over, the sound could be emitted normally again.

"Listen up, everyone! When we're peeling the skin, there's a noticeable difference in fat thickness between the skin and the collarbone area! We'll have to peel everyone's skin off and perform our theatrical act to trigger a change in the situation!"

Upon hearing this, Anda's first reaction was: Holy crap, someone actually dared to plot to skin Anda alive! They're asking for it!

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"So, what they call sound shielding is actually just a partition; they've inadvertently created a soundproof barrier outside the staircase."

"They didn't even hear the outside stairs collapse before Angron knocked the doll down."

Anda chuckled and shared his judgment.

But still no one has explained why the staircase collapsed on its own.

It wasn't until Marum suggested, "Perhaps the staircase is stained with your blood, sir, and nothing can bear the weight of your divine power," that things came to light.

Adachi took the doll back to continue blocking the sound from below, then burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! That's a good flattery. I think it might be Slaanesh's doing. He probably thought these puppets were too ugly."

"Alright, since it seems like everyone's here, I'll just blow this place up myself."

Anda has already begun to plot loudly. The sound-blocking magic that Tzeentch originally developed in secret for those who plotted against him has now become the perfect barrier for him to cast spells without being detected.

Apollo quickly stopped him, saying:

“Killing them all won’t work. We need to leave some alive to get information. We still don’t know where Athena is.”

Anda looked at the nearly materialized lightning spear that had materialized in his hand, and was quite dissatisfied:

"This is 30,000 volts of high-voltage electricity. It's very troublesome for me to extract it. Now you're telling me I can't kill all the people inside?"

"If I were to strike with this spear, everyone inside would be instantly vaporized, okay?"

Apollo stepped back a little and looked at Aaron, signaling his good nephew to persuade the irritable god-king.

Aaron sighed and said, "Father, we really haven't found any information about Athena. And if it weren't for all the wise beings in the brain being here, without any intelligence, we would have to start the search all over again."

Anda casually twirled the lightning spear in his hand and shrugged:

"What should I do with this thing I just made? Should I go out and perform a miracle in front of everyone later?"

"People will say I'm petty and can't stand Athena."

The spear changed according to the mood of its master, the God-King, and generated many crackling bolts of lightning.

Aaron was very excited to see Angron in his arms and reached out to touch him.

Anda's face lit up with joy; he had an idea.

He used his divine power to twist the fully materialized spear into a collar, which he then hung around Angron's neck.

“In the East, there’s a custom of hanging longevity locks on children. Aaron, I remember I also gave you a collar around your neck. Consider this one a gift from me to Angron.”

The God-King raised his hand and crushed the statue representing Erda, crystallizing its material and covering the surface of the lightning collar.

This way it won't attract attention; the name Anda is engraved on one side of the crystal surface, and Erda's name is on the other.

"Now it's good, with Erda involved too."

Anda stood with his hands on his hips, waiting for his good son Aaron to praise him.

Angron loved the gift and fiddled with the collar on both sides with his hands.

But then Apollo frowned and said, "You should call it a necklace, a collar or something. It sounds like something for livestock."

Anda wanted to slap him across the face. "Is this your son?"

This is my son, I can do whatever I want with him!

"Thank you, Father. But Uncle is right, it's more appropriate to call it a necklace. You really should be careful with your words."

Aaron thanked him quite sincerely, with genuine emotion.

After rubbing his face against the ground, the old father finally entered a rare anthropomorphic phase.

Anda pouted, dissatisfied, and said, "As long as you understand the meaning, it's just a circle. Alright, Marum, I hereby order that everyone inside be arrested, but spared alive."

"I don't know if you're good at torture or extracting confessions, but I'm too lazy to deal with potential demons. Do it yourself."

Marum nodded, and without reverting to his Space Marine form, moved the puppet aside again and jumped inside.

Then came a clattering and rattling sound, with pots and pans making a chaotic, clattering noise.

Before long, the sound of Marum's chainsaw sword turning could be heard.

Even Anda couldn't help but wonder: "Hey, Marum, is a chainsaw sword really necessary for just a dozen or so mortals?"

"Your Majesty, there is a great demon."

Marum's voice came through, followed by several psionic explosions.

Bang bang bang!

The purple-blue lightning scorched the air in the basement, but instead of bringing uncomfortable high temperatures, it created a dazzling and wondrous brilliance.

In that instant, Apollo even saw countless mathematical symbols spoken by mortals.

This is a script designed by ordinary people in their attempt to understand the workings of this world.

Anda's face went numb. How could a great demon suddenly appear in the pre-Christian era?

He roared wildly:

"Aaron, take Angron back to the surface, Apollo, light up the land!"

He was still talking when he jumped down.

Apollo recalled some memories of fighting side by side in the past, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. He clapped his hands together.

"Radiance!"

Anda himself became a giant sun, illuminating the entire underground space.

"Damn it, I wasn't asked to shine, this just makes me a sitting duck!"

"Holy crap, Marum, block it! A lot of it's leaking through!"

As Anda cursed and swore, his entire body glowing, he naturally became the target of the underground demon's attack, and several terrifying beams of light that tore through sight were unleashed from his three-tenths wings.

Almost all of them hit the glittering Anda, leaving him covered in bird feathers.

Apollo, of course, didn't jump down; he climbed a ladder.

Before going down, he didn't forget to offer some advice:

"Listen to your father on this. Hide in a safe place up there. Sigh, I never thought that Neos would actually care about his son."

"Remember to bring the puppets back before you go up, so the noise down below doesn't disturb the ordinary people. Don't worry about us."

Aaron could see the problem clearly; he wasn't a crazy person who had to rush in to join the fun.

Following Uncle Apollo's advice, after he went down, they brought the doll back.

Then you can't hear anything below anymore.

As he was carrying Angron back to the ground, he saw the little guy jump up by himself, quickly climb up in a few steps, and then wait obediently for his brother to climb up.