Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anda beckoned, drawing Anglong, who looked trembling with fear that his father was about to stuff him into a cesspool, closer.

He scooped the poor child up in his arms, held him close, and teased him:

"You need to try to show your strength, the quality that allows you to blend in with others, to seek out consciousness beyond humans and absorb it as well."

"When that demon sees you, it will show a slight fluctuation. Whether it tries to attack you or hides, we will be able to detect it."

Anda laid out the battle plan, which, in Anglong's view, meant having him stand by the latrine and throw stones down into it.

Whether it hits someone or not is another matter; even if it misses and the other person starts to run away, it will still cause a ripple effect.

Aaron was somewhat dissatisfied and said, "I also tried dreaming; my dreams are a special ability too!"

The old father teased, "Yes, yes, your dreams are amazing. But when you dream, you can't see demons that have no physical form; they don't exist for you."

Are you going to search here for the rest of your life?

"This is a matter for us psionicists. You, who completely gave up the moment you entered the warp, stay away!"

Son, forgive me, this is the only way I can force you to hate getting involved in these kinds of things.

You might as well live to die!

In Aaron's eyes, had this old man taken the wrong medicine?

It's obvious that the moment I entered the warp, the nearby warp shut down.

I even talked so much about this issue today to refute it, making fun of myself.

Something's not right, something's very wrong. This old man is hiding something from others.

Aaron, too lazy to point it out, sighed:

"Alright, you guys handle it yourselves. Contact me if you need anything else."

Then he looked earnestly at his uncle:

"Uncle Hades, please keep a close eye on him and don't let him get out of control."

Hades laughed loudly, "Don't worry about that, Aaron. In the past, when they died outside, I was the one who brought them back. Sometimes, newcomers weren't skilled at reviving, so I had to piece them back together."

Andanu gestured with his mouth:

"Did you hear that? This is the origin of the original Lord of the Underworld. Write it down in your little notebook."

He thought that the little notebook was brought back by Aaron from the future to record the origin of myths and even some of the truths behind history.

Aaron broke the notebook in half, using the other half to record these things.

The earliest part must not have any problems; it must be left for future generations of humans to use in interstellar travel to avoid malicious attacks.

That night, the entrapment—no, the witchcraft of catching demons—began.

Angron was already aware of his own abilities, and although he didn't know what to name them, he understood his extraordinary nature.

This was the first time she had shown herself like her father and uncles, her still-sparse hair sticking up and turning into a vibrant, passionate red.

It is not as viscous or dark red as blood.

It is not just a surge of energy, but a vibrant, endless heartbeat of life, a burst of rich, energetic emotion!

It seems to dissolve all sorrow, leaving only an unwavering and powerful heart that faces fate head-on.

This was the greatest tonic for the warp demons of the pre-Christian era.

It could even be a way to deceive the heavens and the sea, and then transform into a civilized deity after devouring it!

It will definitely be tempted.

What Anda needs to do is capture Angron after he displays his power.

Things went much more smoothly than expected, because Aaron was standing behind Hades and the old man, so much so that the demon didn't seem to realize it was a fishhook.

It began to exert its influence, creating the image of a terrifying father.

A terrifying demon god, as imposing as a mountain range and capable of plucking the moon from the sky, strode across the land.

"Oh, kid, you have quite the imagination. The terror of many fathers is just their physical violence and scolding. In your mind, your father is such a behemoth."

It gracefully descended, and the enormous demon also lowered its body, revealing a pair of bright golden eyes, as if two moons had appeared in the sky.

Wait, this demon god is crouching down, so why is his backside facing this way? Damn it, you little brat, what exactly is this image of a fearful father?!

It began to panic, but also noticed that the child was genuinely afraid of his father's filthy behavior.

Following their wishes, they provided the following conditions:

"Do you want your father to disappear? Then you'll never have to fear him again."

Angron raised his head, and could already hear the gurgling sounds of the demon's stomach churning. His childish voice hurriedly cried out:

"Are you sure you can really kill Dad? I don't want to be thrown into the cesspool!"

Chapter 249 Angron's Ultimate Move: Uranus and Hades (3K)

“Father, you should take action now, or Anglong will be traumatized for the rest of his life.”

Aaron urged the old man on, saying that if he rushed up himself, the demon would disappear and be difficult to catch again.

Anda waved his hand, looking confident:

"No rush, let's hear how Anglong answers. I also want to see if this little brat truly loves his father."

Aaron was so angry at these words that he couldn't hold back and his face turned red.

He somewhat understood why half of his younger brothers would betray their father in the future. It wasn't about right or wrong; the way this "father" treated his children was enough to drive anyone crazy.

A father should be a support for his child's future life; if that's not possible, he should ignore him and not impose any restrictions.

But this old man is here to sabotage us!

Before Aaron Hongwen arrived, Anda finally sensed a dangerous atmosphere and coughed awkwardly twice:

"Ahem, just kidding, trying to lighten the mood. Once the demon shows up, things will be much easier."

Golden lightning flashed in Adachi's pupils, and his hair transformed into golden, materialized flames.

Its light shimmered and shone, making it indistinguishable from a deity.

It must be said that the father's appearance when he unleashes his power is impeccable. Even with short hair, he can regain the aura of long, flowing hair by using the energy waves of golden flames.

Thunderclouds gathered, the sky and earth darkened, and darkness descended.

Only that one and only lightning bolt in the world pierced through the sky from the earth.

When the enormous golden lightning roared out, even though the surrounding area was filled with gloomy clouds, it did not evoke any sadness.

“Angron, look closely, this is the true form of your father!”

Anda declared loudly, stepping on the lightning spewing from the void, and arrived behind his son.

With a wave of his hand, the crouching demon vanished into thin air.

The materialized lightning took the shape of a harpoon, probably because it felt really good to use for spearing fish lately, and was thrown out.

Only Hades, unaware of the reason, exclaimed in admiration:

“Aaron, your father’s power is indeed great, and the scene is the most magnificent. He is worthy of being called the God-King.”

"He actually remembered to commemorate Poseidon. The three of us brothers can be considered a reunion."

Just as Aaron was about to explain to his uncle that things weren't as simple as he thought, he saw his uncle shout and charge forward.

The pitch-black liquid represents the final color and fusion of all life's fluids—that is death.

A far more profound end than the corrupt green of filth is the outcome the loving father would not accept.

Black and gold humanoid figures stood side by side on either side of Angron, tearing the demon god in the sky to shreds.

Visually, it appears that the tear started from the buttocks.

It's no wonder that many myths and legends begin their descriptions with the vulgar, perhaps because that's what they saw.

Contrary to Angron's fears, there was no downpour of excrement; everything was burned clean.

In his young mind, the only memory of his father was of this kind, upright man standing beside him.

Large, golden and black hands reached out together, enveloping Angron in the center.

The two gods' giant hands were only the size of human torsos, but when they stretched out their arms, they carried the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, as if they could play with the world at will!

Two hands finally grasped the poor demon, holding it tightly. Two completely opposite forces, black and gold, impacted the demon's body together. With just a thought, it could be reduced to ashes, even dissolving the concept of patricide.

It will only be possible to awaken this concept when human culture continues to develop and study the philosophy of "parricide."

This is Angron's ultimate move, Uranus and Hades!

Of course, Aaron also knows this, but he usually doesn't need to use it.

Anda had thoroughly examined the demon, understanding its nature, and said disdainfully:

"Hades, we were too cautious. This does not represent the complete concept of patricide. To have the courage to challenge a tyrannical father, or to plot and poison him, is also food for different Chaos Gods."

Hades went straight to the point: "So, you can kill without sealing them?"

He was genuinely worried that he would have to spit out the Gates of Hell, stuff the demons back into the Gates of Hell, and then stuff the Gates of Hell back into his stomach.

That feeling was really a bit uncomfortable.

Even though Neos mentioned he had some kind of anesthesia technique, something still felt off.

Could it be that Apollo's gaze after visiting him held a hidden meaning, as if he were expecting to see him make a fool of himself?

There are probably still things about this family that I don't know, but so far the two nephews are quite well-behaved, and Neos hasn't changed much either.

Apollo and his ilk were being overly sensitive.

"kill!"

Anda roared, interrupting Hades's musings. Together they exerted their strength, crushing the demon in their hands into dust.

Now all that's missing is Angron standing in the very center, arms crossed in front of him, with a haughty expression; that scene would look much more comfortable.

"Trash, you wasted so much of my time, and you're just a piece of trash. You weren't even that dangerous."

Anda began cursing, then returned to normal, landed on the ground, caught Angron, and said earnestly: