Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The original body is different; there's not even earwax in its ears.

He didn't know if the Primarch could be considered a fully optimized immortal being. After all, when the despicable side of each immortal being was revealed to Aaron, he felt that it was truly a mistake for humanity to call these people gods.

After his father and uncle finished fighting, they both felt relieved.

Hades is also one of the few immortal beings who is on par with his father in hand-to-hand combat, and who does not rely on tricks like Athena.

During their fight, the two of them confirmed the method for investigating the Demon Gate: to summon the demon represented by this concept through normal means and question it face to face.

In this era, the warp is still relatively flat. Once the demons emerge, they will do anything if they are strictly disciplined.

After all, those who summoned them were not ordinary people.

In the future, it would be a human emperor personally summoning demons, and might even pray to the four gods, asking them to lend him their courage and wisdom!

Whether the other party lends the money or not is another matter; after all, they won't be fooled a second time.

"Marum, come here. How do you usually summon a demon?"

Anda asked earnestly, and even prepared by starting to collect materials on the spot.

Marum was so taken aback by the question that he nearly died on the spot, the kind of death even Belisarius couldn't save.

"Your Majesty, what...what did you just say?"

Anda complained, "Why are you so slow to react? I'm asking you, how do you summon a demon?"

"This is different from Egypt and Athens, where the four most disgusting things were causing trouble. But the Gates of Hell is just an ordinary demon born in our normal times."

“I can handle it with ease, so don’t worry. I know that you Ultra Warriors and Word Bearers are similar in that you both have the habit of keeping records.”

Marum broke out in a cold sweat and knelt on the ground, feeling as if he were in an ice cave despite the sweltering heat.

"Your Majesty, please be careful with your words!" He had no choice but to use a respectful title.

All those outrageous words from before can be disregarded, since he now knows His Majesty wouldn't do such a thing.

But this time was different. The old man in front of him was truly determined to bring out that demon and ask him face to face where the gates of hell were leaking.

It's like a ghost knocking on your door, and you insist on pulling the ghost in to ask which one you just knocked on so you can put up a talisman or something.

"Be careful what you say?" Anda sneered. "Marum, you should do the math. How many times have you disobeyed my orders lately? I seriously doubt the loyalty of you Ultramarines."

Marum swallowed hard and quickly said:

“Your Majesty, I really don’t know how to summon demons. I usually just rush over when I see those magic circles and cleave them in two.”

Anda asked, puzzled, "You've seen summoning arrays, so you must have seen plenty of Chaos Wizards too. Why don't you ask them? I remember you should have interrogation capabilities."

Marum explained sincerely:

"The so-called Chaos Wizards were either cursing you or wailing. They died before they could say anything of value. I don't think they had any value either."

Aaron then came over, sending Marum to wash the pots and pans, while simultaneously giving the old man in front of him a disdainful look, but still keeping his promise and calling him father.

"Father, I think you should consult a professional. Why don't you ask your future self?"

Anda's face became a wrinkled mess, squeezed together:

"I can't bring myself to say those things."

Hades pulled the knife from his heart, patted it haphazardly a few times, and the wound began to heal, laughing loudly as he did so:

"Didn't you want to build some Tower of Babel before? Go take a look behind the door. Even though you didn't succeed, you should still remember the technical principles."

Anda Asia (Asia Minor is also Asia) squatted on the ground, picking his nose, and flicked out a piece of booger:

"I've almost forgotten. I asked Erda about it back then, and then we tried to make steel using rudimentary methods, and the furnace exploded. Forget about going to the subspace, it actually blew me up into the sky."

It seems he doesn't want to dwell too much on the past, preferring to start over.

Anda shook his head, looking dejected, and said:

"Looks like I really need to ask someone who knows."

He raised his head and roared angrily:

"Xin Liezhi, get out here!"

No response.

“Sha—never mind, never mind that. Cough cough, you big dog, come out and bark a few times. I know you are still the earliest representative of sacrificial behavior, and your knowledge of ancient knowledge is no less than that blue bird.”

There was no response, but instead Anglong barked a few times, and he thought his father was playing with something strange.

"Aaron, cover your brother's mouth."

Without turning his head, Anda began to call upon the fourth, and oldest, one.

"Come and kill me right now, I want to die."

Nurgle rolled over, and maybe even farted.

In short, the emperor prayed to the four gods, but three of them ignored him. The last one only wanted to share his bed.

"It seems that won't work. Let me think of another way."

Anda looked worried, then sat down on the ground and began to meditate on how to shake people.

Forty-two thousand years later, Terra.

A fish took the bait, and as the fishing line was reeled in, its tail splashed across the water, creating clear sprays.

Anda was overjoyed: "Hey, I caught a fish!"

Black King simply dislodged the hook again, allowing the fish to return to the water.

"Hey, don't put it back! Let me experience the feeling of pulling the fishing line after a fish takes the bait. I've never tried it before."

Anda's words were so intense that he even forgot why he was there.

But Black King remained unmoved; if the fish were caught, everything would lose its meaning.

Seeing that he was just pretending to be cool without saying a word, Anda muttered under his breath:

"Old man, let me ask you something. How do you summon the Gates of Hell? Not by tearing open a door, but by summoning a demon that represents the entire concept itself."

“I used to think that the Gates of Hell were a demon to us, but to the Warp, the Gates of Hell were also a barrier that prevented them from entering the real world.”

Black King remained silent, simply dangling his fishing hook.

Anda wished he could raise his hand and slap himself twice right now to see if he could still pretend.

However, this body has lost most of its mobility, and if it were to raise its hand now, the Imperial Guards nearby would be terrified.

Anda began a verbal assault, tormenting his own ear canals, even threatening to urinate into the pool in front of him if the Black King didn't speak!

Finally, the Black King responded.

The cold sun unveiled the veil separating humans and gods for Anda, revealing the other four ancient beings. The Black King slowly spoke:

"Ask them yourself; in your own words, they've stopped replying to my messages."

Anda chuckled. Now was the perfect time to show off. He took a step forward and yelled:

"You bastards, come out and see your Grandpa Huang!"

Only Slaanesh responded: "Grandpa, you've finally seen the light! Come and play!"

Anda suddenly staggered, retreating back into the cold star, and said proudly:

"Let me ask you something: where is the Gates of Hell? I know Abaddon is going to open a black cross and tear open more warp rifts. If we can control the corresponding gate, that would be of great significance."

It could even be said that the gate itself was a state of chaos and nothingness, yet it held immense strategic importance.

Only Slaanesh, in a pitiful tone, said sweetly:

"Nyos, how did your legion manage to enter the real world burning all the way? Why don't you just ask yourself that?"

Allowing the Black King to use too much divine power was also one way to make Him rise.

Chapter 232 The Evil God Was Actually Myself (3K)

That's right, those legendary cursed legions are essentially no different from the demon armies of the Four Ancient Ones.

The underlying operating logic is the same.

Anda's soul jumped up and quickly pulled the curtain down, worried that he would see some mooing Slaanesh thing.

"So, you actually knew the method from the beginning, and just deliberately made me ask those bastards?"

The cold sun remained motionless, emitting only light but not a trace of heat. After a long pause, as if organizing its thoughts, it finally uttered a cold, indifferent statement:

“We have no right to exchange anything with the warp, because we are one of it. So why open the gates of hell, when we are already inside?”

"Go back, young me, you will meet that demon."

A gigantic arm grew out of the star and inexplicably grabbed something, causing it to tremble.

The pitch-black lightning transformed into a blade, stripping away its outer shell, as if abolishing the evolution bestowed upon it by time, returning it to the primitive era of civilization.

As for the Four Gods having such great power, now the Black King can also wield it.

Finally, a cunning laugh came from behind the curtain, but no words were spoken.

Anda couldn't help but feel a little worried. Gazing at his own soul, for a moment, he thought he was the sphere that reached out its hand.

"With your power being used like this, how can you still maintain your identity as a human being?"

This time, Black King answered decisively:

“It’s alright. You’ve retained so much humanity, and you’ve surpassed me from over ten thousand years ago. I’ve also found a more stable way to anchor humanity.”

Anda, feeling a pang of pity, asked, "Aaron?"

"Don't drag him into this. This has nothing to do with him. The transformation of Luo Jia alone is enough, enough for you to finish that game again, or even turn the tide."

The Black King said ruthlessly, "No, it's not enough. Back then, the game was undecided, but now it can only end up as 'Hope Remains.' The story shouldn't be like this; it should better reflect my and our wishes!"

He wants to restart the game, and the game is already decided.

Anda cursed him under his breath as a madman, rolled up his sleeves, and spat into his hands, just like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill on the farm.

Alone, without a mount or weapons, he crashed into that cold star.

"What the hell are you talking about! Didn't we already agree that this mess has nothing to do with Aaron?!"