Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Just moments before, Anda was very close to the star, even inside the star itself.

At this very moment, it felt as if hundreds of millions of kilometers truly separated them, a reality that Adachi could never touch.

The Black King only said one sentence:

"This is the only way to save my son, whether it is Aaron or Horus."

"This time, believe me, I will bring them all back."

Anda did not stop his offensive, even if it meant running and charging for an endless amount of time:

"Shut your mouth! Believe me, don't I know what kind of person I am? I can even fool myself!"

The Black King fell silent, simply reverting the "Gates of Hell" back to its initial stage before handing it over to Anda.

“Go back. At least this time, I’m doing this in Aaron’s name—”

"Fuck your mother! Are you me? Are you Aaron's father? You're the Dark Lord, but I'm Anda Will, I'm Neos! What kind of bastard are you, daring to touch my son!"

Golden flames burned on Anda's soul, with lightning clearing the way in front and thunderbolts following behind.

An enraged father, for the sake of his only son, challenges the gods.

At least for now, he only has one son.

A cold, indifferent voice echoed from the frigid star: "Ferus, stop him."

The headless one, lamenting its fate from its neck, rose from the temple steps beneath the star, carrying no weapons, but instead transforming its hands into active metal, shaping them into some kind of defensive tool.

Are you kidding me? Stop him?

There's no way to stop him, at most we can only buy him time so that his father can send him back.

“Ferus? Get out of my way! I’m your father too, listen to me.”

The golden humanoid leaped high into the air, reaching out to grab the latter's neck and drag him along the ground, but missed.

The headless one dared not utter any more words, but simply used his hands to block the golden humanoid figure from advancing.

He kept repeating to himself: I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

If you don't have a head or ears, then you don't need to think about which father to listen to.

Just make sure they don't have any contact.

"Alright, thank you for buying me time. It's enough time for me to go back to the past."

The stars shone brightly, and a mouth even grew out of the sphere, about to utter even more terrifying words:

"You should turn back!"

In an instant, black light emanated, and a head inexplicably grew from the neck of the headless creature.

He was forced to return to the past by his own father.

The golden humanoid roared, "Don't think I wouldn't dare kill Ferus!"

The Black King said calmly, "You wouldn't do that for Aaron's sake."

Anda was startled, and the son in his arms, who was bumping into him and walking back, looked up:

"If you don't trust yourself, at least trust your brother."

After he got a head, he could finally wear a necklace, a silver cross with no one on it.

"We will achieve a perfect ending, Father, we will."

Taking advantage of Anda's distraction, Feralus finally rammed Anda back into the passage prepared by the Black King, banishing him back to his original time.

In a sense, this can be considered the first exile of human emperors, a great victory.

But Anda was already thinking about cutting off Felus's buttocks and putting them on his head.

The Valley of Death, 600 BC.

Anda's body was sent flying through the air, and just before he hit the ground, Marum caught him with lightning speed.

This time, His Majesty didn't need to say anything; he was able to figure it out on his own.

"I'd rather you let me crash into the Gobi Desert. I'm not interested in your pectoral muscles."

Adachi was furious, but unfortunately, the Ultra Warrior wasn't a good target for venting his anger.

He scrambled to his feet, staggering, and instinctively searched for Aaron, rushing over to embrace him tightly.

"My son, you're still here, phew—"

"It's so good to hear your heartbeat still beating."

Anda let out a long breath, then stepped back slightly to scrutinize Aaron's face.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say; I'm never good at expressing myself as a father.

Hades brought over two cups of tea. He didn't actually know what tea was; he just felt that the taste of the water would change after some things were thrown in.

Anyway, they are immortals, so it wouldn't have been a big problem if they had drunk themselves to death before.

"It seems you've found a way to summon demons."

Hades pointed to his heart, where the vortex indeed became active, turning into real matter, from which something was about to overflow.

Anda nodded and clapped his hands:

"Idiot, get out here."

There was no immediate response. Hades frowned and asked, "Are you taking this opportunity to insult me?"

Anda scoffed, "There's no fun in teasing you. I'm talking to that thing."

He suddenly reached out and actually managed to pass through the vortex, grabbing something inside it.

Well, from other perspectives, it looks like two old men doing something naughty.

"Get out here!"

Anda roared and began to exert his strength. Pure golden and black energy flowed from his pupils, forcibly pulling the poor demon out and slamming it to the ground.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the silhouette of the Gates of Hell was revealed.

Its body resembles that of a slender human, much like the two thin, pointed-eared people from before.

Adorned with ornaments resembling door hinges, from the oldest wooden sticks and knotted sheaths to the now-mature hinge wheels, it seems there is still much room for development ahead.

If you didn't look at his head, you'd just think he was a performance artist.

Unfortunately, this creature was not human after all, because the object growing from its neck was a real door, and the two doors fit together perfectly.

However, the pillars of the door do not exist in reality, so that one can glimpse the terrifying ocean of souls from the surrounding pillars.

You can even hear the sound of the waves.

"Door, tell me where's leaking? Let's go fix it."

Anda asked Angron to bring over a recliner, as he was too lazy to stand up when interrogating the demon and found it more comfortable to lie down.

Then he casually picked up Angron and hugged him, letting him see what this door was all about.

Anda held up Angron's two arms and shook them up and down in turn, laughing:

"Then, once we find out which evil god is behind it, we'll go and beat it up, okay?"

Angron shouted back, "Beat him up like a pig's head!"

At this moment, the door finally spoke, kneeling respectfully on the ground. Its incredibly ethereal sound seemed to come from any angle, ultimately converging in people's souls:

“My lord, you are the only god who has been playing with the doors lately.”

As far as the gate is concerned, it is a state of chaos and indistinguishability; whether it is the fourth or fifth ancient one before it makes no difference.

It did not originally exist because of the favor of the four gods.

It even has considerable value to the empire itself because it symbolizes the constraints of hell.

Angron raised his head, his eyes filled with doubt:

"Dad, this door says that you're the bad guy."

Anda, seeing Anglong's unconsciously clenched fist, was furious and smacked her son hard on the head:

"Shut up. Didn't you see that thing is trying to mislead us? It didn't answer my first question at all."

Anda stared intently at the door with the sharp eyes of an eagle, but the other person's face was itself a door, so no emotional change could be discerned.

The latter replied neither servilely nor arrogantly:

“My lord, my opening and closing are ordained by fate. Even if there are occasional leaks, they will not affect the original trajectory of history. Rather, these stories of demons should have existed in human history all along.”

It is merely a door, and even whether it was originally shaped by the ideas and concepts of that civilization is now unknown.

Let everything flow according to its original historical course; why bother with unnecessary trouble?

Even the Dark Lord wouldn't dare do anything to Him for the sake of humanity!

Chapter 233 Then I really will have to control you (3K)

Anda could sense why the door dared to be so arrogant even with it right in front of him.

They really can't do anything about the door, otherwise it could lead to the dangers behind the gates of hell, as people imagine them today, invading the mortal world.

Even though human civilization has reached its forty-second millennium, the damage to the door will inevitably lead to several more extremely heinous incidents of demonic possession in human history.

"Therefore, my lord, please do not worry. Even if the Third Ancient One does not intervene, the risks revealed by this naturally occurring crack will not have a significant impact on human civilization. Even if you do nothing, the wheels of history will continue to move along their predetermined course."

"You can enjoy life with peace of mind."

Door's words were extremely tempting. For Anda, who was determined to slack off, this was no different from a boss telling him at work that he didn't need to worry about not finishing his work, since it wasn't time for performance review yet.

Don't worry, it's okay.

Anyway, there are still 30,000 years to go, so worrying now is pointless.

but--

My son must die peacefully 600 years from now, not be dragged onto the chessboard by that beast!

If history ends up like this, then I really have to take this door apart today and see what kind of monstrosity is inside.