Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“But since you’ve come to see me, there’s a way to solve Adam’s problem and get him back to normal so he can eat properly. Otherwise, we’ll have to listen to that old man with the white beard and have Adam undergo some strange ritual, including having his stomach pumped.”

"It seems he ate something dirty," Aaron thought to himself, stroking Adam's fur with a look of pity.

According to other people's descriptions of the subspace, it is similar to excrement.

How pitiful.

“Let’s cook some food for Adam again, something normal might be fine.”

When Aaron and Ryan went outside, the camp had already taken shape and could even be called a small town.

Ryan was almost self-taught, and he built many buildings according to their different functions.

In addition, the Olympia tools that Xiao Pei sent were quite diverse, with a full range of tools for handling various household materials.

Now, dozens of ordinary people who have been moved here can live here directly.

Ryan carried a chainsaw sword out of the toolbox:

"This was a gift from the old man with the white beard. Ordinary tools are too fragile, so he found me a chainsaw sword. But I actually quite like the greatsword that he keeps stuck in a stone when he's not using it."

"But the old man wouldn't let me touch it."

Ryan raised the chainsaw sword with both arms but didn't start it, because the power unit on it had been taken out and used as a water pump. Pipes were connected from the river to provide running water.

Aaron pushed the small cart, thinking that this thing, which was simply used to load and unload supplies, was more suitable as a vehicle for his elderly father.

Strollers are still not very suitable for older people.

The small cart was piled with chunks of beast meat, half of which had already been processed, and Ryan steadily cut them into four pieces.

Since we're going to cook, we have to take care of everyone around us.

Before long, the pan-fried meat chunks came out of the pan. Compared to roasting meat, this method is more convenient to eat and has a richer flavor.

Aaron carried a pot of sliced ​​meat to the listless Adam and stuffed it into his mouth. Adam indeed began to try to eat normally. After eating a few slices, he returned to his original state, lying on the ground with his mouth open, waiting to be fed.

Aaron put the plate on the ground and let Adam eat it himself.

As for the other food, it was prepared for the old lion.

According to Ryan, he would prepare a portion for the old lion every time he cooked. The old man had been traversing the forest more and more frequently lately, and sometimes he even had some wounds on his body.

However, those wounds never leave scars, and they are never seen again.

He had barely finished explaining when a panicked sound came from the distant forest, as if someone was being chased.

Ryan's eyes lit up with alertness. He stood up instantly, raised the chainsaw sword he had just used as a kitchen knife, and stared in the direction from which the sound came.

Before long, a group of people wearing armor and carrying large weapons broke into the area from the edge of the region. They were disheveled and had many wounded.

"Found it, the legendary tranquil place, a pure land that even the terrifying forest cannot pollute."

The moment Luther rushed into the area, he turned back to check on his companions. Besides the Caliban knight, there were several small green-robed figures who were responsible for pulling things around and carrying whatever supplies they could.

Unfortunately, these little green-robed men didn't have cat carts (just kidding), so they had to flee in panic after failing to defeat the ferocious beast.

Fortunately, the legend is true: in the terrifying forest, there is a tranquil place untouched by pollution.

Luther felt a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. After dragging all his surviving companions to safety and watching the ferocious beasts on the periphery gradually retreat, Luther's vision went black and he fainted.

The remaining knights surrounded Luther, warily watching the surrounding buildings.

Although these buildings are all made of wood and have fragile structures, with very little use of stone or bricks, and look like they could be crushed by those giant beasts, they exhibit a consistent style in their overall planning.

This shows that the builders had no worries about the safety of the building and were confident in its defenses.

Is this the legendary safe and tranquil place?

Who will be the master of this land?

In that ancient legend, what was that humanoid spirit that walked in the forest hundreds of years ago?

Chapter 194 Ryan, Liberate Caliban! (3K)

The air here is clean, and the land has a normal color and looks arable.

The surrounding trees are all vibrant colors, representing vitality.

For the Kaliban, who had long suffered from the terror of the forest and the threat of ferocious beasts, this place was undoubtedly paradise.

Perhaps only God could create such a tranquil place.

But what's even more terrifying is that they can't confirm whether the creators of this land were benevolent or malevolent towards the people who originally lived in Caliban.

Anthony and Azmodari broke off branches from the surrounding trees, which had originally been part of the horrors, and now returned to normal material, making a makeshift stretcher on which they placed Luther.

Before they could even marvel at their paradise-like world, their sense of duty compelled them to take action and seek answers.

"I'll go ahead and ask. If things aren't looking good, you take the men and evacuate."

Anthony clenched his fists tightly. His hands, encased in metal arm armor, were exhausted from the previous battle, and it took a great deal of mental effort to muster the courage to pick up the one-handed sword.

Azmodai was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an unremarkable appearance and an honest, simple demeanor.

“You are younger than me, so you stay here and I will explore this area. If anything happens to me, my children will be raised by you, but remember, my descendants should never use the name Azmodari.”

Azmodai's expression turned bitter as he said this:

“Those in our family who have used this name have all died violent deaths.”

Anthony wanted to compete with this senior knight for the right to adventure, and the next moment, all the Caliban knights who were still able to move were fully armed and on guard towards the road ahead.

From the depths of that construction camp, a boy riding a strange beast emerged.

In terms of size alone, neither the boy nor the lion can compare to those ferocious beasts, and therefore they even look somewhat small.

The beast's eyes revealed no ferocity, but its metal forelimbs, which roared with every movement, exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

It was as if the armor they wore, which could barely withstand one attack from a giant beast, would be crumpled into a ball like paper if they were hit by those metal claws.

The boy carried a heavy, serrated sword on his arm, longer than an adult's height.

No mortal could wield such a weapon so easily and comfortably, nor would they be able to resist it.

Clearly, this weapon was also designed to fight against giant beasts; otherwise, it wouldn't have been made to such a size.

Thinking about this, Anthony felt a little disappointed. It turned out that even people living in such a paradise-like environment had to fight against giant beasts.

When will the immense malice that exists in this world finally be eradicated?

He had no time for lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, for the young man was already in front of them. If he launched an attack, they, the remnants of the army, would be completely annihilated.

Ryan wasn't riding the lion at a particularly high altitude, but he was just at a good vantage point to look down at Luther's face on the stretcher.

The unconscious knight looked pained, and his injuries were exceptionally severe.

For some reason, Ryan felt like he had seen this person somewhere before.

The two sides remained locked in a standoff until the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound of a strange wheel turning.

A bald man pushed a cart full of food and water over.

“They appear to be human, and they’re all injured, so let’s treat them first. However, they can only move within our designated area. We’ll make a decision after we figure out the situation.”

Aaron was quite pleased to discover the other members of Caliban, as it meant that Ryan wouldn't have to grow up on a desolate planet inhabited only by monsters, and could still come into contact with developing human communities, at least recognizing himself as part of humanity.

He also remained vigilant, moving two fences to block part of the road, leaving only enough space for the knights to avoid venturing too far into the camp.

With Ryan around, there's really no need for any protective measures.

As Aaron made the arrangements, Anthony realized that this seemingly ordinary young man was actually in charge of this area.

"Please forgive our offense. We are knights of Caliban, fighting against the behemoth and protecting the people."

"While searching through ancient texts, I found records of humanoid spirits walking through the terrifying forest, and of stars falling from the sky to this place, which is why I came here to explore."

Anthony, with a respectful demeanor, explained their identities.

Aaron felt a little relieved upon hearing this, realizing that the other person wasn't lying.

He can easily tell if someone is lying to him.

Perhaps because his father had uttered so much nonsense since he was a child, Aaron was able to easily tell who was lying.

"Knights of Caliban, this world is called Caliban? Since there are knights, it means you still maintain a certain production and supply system, and haven't reached the point of civilization destruction."

Aaron speculated to himself, patted Ryan on the shoulder, and gestured for him to put down the chainsaw sword.

It seems that Ryan's mission in this world is to help the people of Caliban resist those ferocious beasts and rebuild their homeland.

He said to Ryan, "Ryan, you can use your power to help these people. I think you two will become great partners."

Ryan simply slung his chainsaw sword over his shoulder, no longer in a state of alert, and sighed:

"That means I have to leave this house. What will I do if my brother and that old man with the white beard can't find me when they come over for dinner?"

Aaron couldn't help but burst into laughter: "I never thought I'd be the one worrying about someone else's meals. Ryan, you don't need to worry about that at all, because I'm always the one worrying about what others eat at home."

Ryan's expression turned sinister:

"You're my older brother, the eldest brother in the family. Who else needs to worry about eating? I'll beat him up!"

Aaron said excitedly:

"Yes, yes, that's it! The thing that worries me most at home is that old man, Dad. He does nothing all day long. Remember to give him a good beating! If you can't beat him, you can ask your brothers for help!"

"I've explained this to every one of my brothers!"

Ryan clenched his fist and nodded, saying, "Understood. I always keep my brother's words in mind."

While the two brothers were loudly plotting, the Caliban knights, left out in the cold, were in a dilemma.

The food and water that Aaron brought were exactly what they needed, but since the owner of this land had not yet offered them any, the knights dared not touch them.

Aaron noticed that these people had been standing there watching for a long time without saying a word, so he spoke up:

"You can use these things first. I will find paper and pen so that you can describe what kind of world Caliban is and what kind of situation it faces."

“After today, Ryan will help you solve your problems. He is my brother, and I believe he is capable of anything.”

Aaron proudly proclaimed his good younger brother, saying that putting aside his fighting skills, his self-taught architectural and civil engineering skills, as well as his culinary skills, were all top-notch.

At the very least, there's no problem in helping the Kaliban with infrastructure development.

The knights then began to wolf down their food, not caring whether it was dangerous or not, and paying little attention to Aaron's pitch for cheat codes.