Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“Next time, I think you could tear it apart with your bare hands. Don’t make your dad work hard on a demon of this magnitude.”

“You look like a four-year-old now. When your brother was four, he could cook and do my laundry by himself, you hear me?”

Aaron approached and took Angron from him, telling him to ignore the old man's barking.

We humans shouldn't talk to scoundrels.

Uncle Hades did not return immediately, but instead crouched at the spot where the demons perished, observing something intently.

His eyes were melancholy, and his fingers dug into the soil.

Autumn is approaching, and life is slipping away.

Anda really wanted to go over and kick Hades while he was crouching down, but then she remembered that their physical strength was about the same, so she gave up the idea and instead crouched down next to Hades.

"Old man, being sentimental about spring and autumn isn't your style. What's there to be sentimental about? After autumn comes winter, and after winter comes spring again, right?"

"What, you really want a goddess as your wife? So that it will cause the seasons to change?"

Hades shook his head and said, "No, just now when the demon died, I felt another kind of understanding of death. We have never killed a demon before, we can only seal them."

Anda nodded and said, "That's right. Back then, we weren't strong enough, and we didn't know the methods. Now that we're strong enough, killing them is no big deal."

Hades sighed, “That’s why my psychic powers are related to death, but I only felt the death of a warp demon today. It’s as if a new realm has been revealed to me, forcing me to overturn all my previous understanding of psychic powers and life and death.”

Seeing his elder brother so sentimental about life, Anda couldn't help but become wary. He stood up and cursed at the sky:

"You filthy bastard, get lost!"

After finishing the rant, he realized something was off and added:

"And you, blue-feathered bird, don't meddle, or I'll pluck all your feathers!"

After finishing her tirade, Anda squatted down again, put her arm around his large, broad shoulders, and leaned against him like a little bird seeking shelter.

"Alright, now you can study it however you want. If you hear any strange noises trying to mislead you, just shout my name."

There was a time when Nyos used to call him "big brother," and the two of them would lean against a tree like this, with Hades giving his younger brother the wild fruit he had picked.

Don't ask why Poseidon isn't there; he's mingling with the hyenas nearby, harassing the local lion pride's king.

The male lions were not able to take care of the female lions, and Poseidon felt a great responsibility at that time.

Aaron was very gratified to have witnessed his parents' love story and the brotherhood of his father's generation, which was not as abstract as this.

At least if something happens in the future, Uncle Hades will definitely be there to lend a hand.

After resolving the demon problem, the family didn't plan to leave Ondino right away. There were still many villages and towns nearby, and since they were already there, it would be better to check them out.

We also need to patch up that crack.

Otherwise, another demon of our time will just pop up out of nowhere.

The old father planned to build a temple to Hades on this spot, so that Marum, in addition to taking care of household chores, would go out into the mountains late at night with a chainsaw sword to cut stones.

Build a temple of moderate size.

If the cracks cannot be repaired, then some people with unwavering faith must remain to fight against the demons.

This responsibility can only be entrusted to Uncle Hades, who doesn't want to return to the Valley of Death; he can stay here.

Ondino is also very close to Macedonia, and they can even have a meal together when they are of similar age.

“I’m going to give myself a new identity,” Anda said as he swept the yard, but it was more like he was chasing away the leaves on the ground, swishing them around in the air with the broom to see how long they would spin. “I’m going to be a doctor, and use that identity to go from house to house.”

“Angron sat on my medical kit. He was in charge of questioning, and I was in charge of killing demons.”

After witnessing his youngest son's talent once, Anda believed that Angron did not need to use his beauty to obtain information and survive like he did.

After all, he didn't think he had the same ability to understand other people's emotions as Angron. He was rather stubborn and couldn't say anything coherent.

Aaron thought it would be good for Angron to go out for a walk with his father.

"And you, Aaron, you also have a mission."

Adachi attempted to regain his former glory and begin to reclaim his position as head of the household, issuing commands:

"You try to keep fooling people and come up with a set of rules and regulations for the priests of Hades. Your mother likes to change the uniform design for the temple staff every year, saying it looks fresh."

Aaron nodded, somewhat satisfied: "Father, I am truly impressed that you could think of such thoughtful things."

Anda sneered, "As long as I do things seriously, I am the most intelligent being in human history, beyond the comprehension of you mere mortals."

Well, he finally managed to show some qualities of a good father, and the next moment he became inhuman.

Chapter 250 Angron and Omega (3K)

Fine, I can't get along with this inhuman creature, let's eat.

After the demon was defeated, the days became much more uneventful, and the task of finding the rift was handled by the father and Marum, who had finished his work.

Aaron stayed at home trying to pass on his so-called "charlatan" qualities to his good uncle Hades.

Although Aaron didn't know what "charlatan's aura" meant, his father said that it might be useful in the future.

When you're out and about without anyone to protect you, you can use it to fool others.

This old man, all he ever thinks about is fooling others to achieve his goals. Doesn't he ever think about actually doing something to solve the problem?

(Black King: I don't know, why don't you call and ask Little Ma?)

These past few days, my father has been going out and about, dressed as a doctor. I have to say, as long as he doesn't open his mouth, he really looks like a human being.

It was this disguise combined with Angron's abilities that caused some terrible things.

That evening, Anglong sat on Aaron's lap with a bowl in his hand and said cautiously:

"Brother, is Dad going to get a wife?"

Aaron frowned: "Hmm?"

“At first, he just used the excuse of treating illnesses to find cracks in the system, and he also cured some people’s illnesses. There were widows in the neighborhood, and those aunties took the opportunity to touch my father’s hands and pinch his arms.”

"Several times I've tried to kiss Daddy's face directly. Sigh, at first those aunties were willing to hug and kiss me, but after touching Daddy, they just left me aside and ignored me. Brother, am I not loved by anyone?"

Angron was quite concerned about this matter, as it concerned his self-perception.

Aaron coaxed Anglon to finish the goat's milk first, then sighed:

“Sigh, you’ll get used to it eventually. This is how your father earns money to support the family. Look, the sheep we have was given to us by the widow at the village entrance.”

Aaron finds it difficult to comment on this, and he also struggles to explain why our dad is a super-playboy loved by everyone except his family.

Besides the curse of Uncle Poseidon, the reason he can't catch fish may also be because his social circle is already a "fishpond" of relationships.

"Anyway, don't expect to outdo your father in terms of interpersonal charm. Just focus on working towards your own goals."

Aaron tried to comfort Anglon, reminding him that they still needed to get things done and couldn't just put on airs like their father had in the past.

What if the enemy on the other side has no sense of aesthetics? If the father sticks his face out, wouldn't he get beaten up again?

The clueless Angron didn't understand the power of his father's charm, but he could also understand that it wasn't his fault.

It's just that Dad is too much of a supermodel.

"Let's slaughter the sheep today and have some grilled meat skewers."

He said this sincerely, and also to practice and improve his cooking skills, and definitely not out of jealousy.

Aaron firmly refused: "No, you're too young, you're still growing, listen to me!"

Anglong had no choice but to give up his idea of ​​eating mutton, wondering when he would finally grow up.

But once you grow up, you have to leave your family and the protection of your father and brother.

This time, while traveling with his father and talking to many people, Anglong discovered that the world he had grown up in was not as perfect as he had imagined.

I won't grow up yet; I'll grow up when Dad and my brother need me.

During his rest time tonight, the old man found some new clues about the cracks and called Hades to go out with him, leaving Marum to watch the house.

Angron used to sleep in Anda's bed, but today he's lying with Aaron.

Sometimes Dad's mind is blank, like a huge black bald head, and he doesn't know how to distinguish emotions.

My uncle doesn't seem to be a normal person. He says he should just eat and drink and not take things to heart. But he's too slow-witted, and often needs someone to gently remind him of what's happening.

Uncle Marum is acting strangely. What does "middle" mean? Also, why does he call Guilliman "father"?

It's strange how my older brother's mind works; nothing seems wrong, everything is normal. His mind is full of everyday things, and he hopes his younger brother will be happy, just like his other brothers.

Angron was deeply moved, thinking of his other brothers—

Oh, having lived in this era for so long, I thought there were only the two brothers in the family.

Anglong is not stingy in sharing the love from his family, after all, every time his father calls him, his eyes are actually empty.

As the only love, the older brother also needs to make his brothers feel that way.

After all, he was able to reach this era precisely because of the love of his other brothers.

Anglong hugged Aaron's arm tightly. This was the first time his little brain had thought through such a long chain of logic today. He was so sleepy. Time to sleep!

In the instant his consciousness fell asleep, the enormous red aura swirling within Angron's body was enveloped by the sacred starry sky.

The great world that Peturabo once saw is revealed here, carrying Angron toward a certain point in the "future".

My brother is right there.

For this magnificent starry sky, "future" seems to be merely a direction to represent left and right, and not just a matter of time.

Once the timeline is anchored, the consciousness of Angron will be pulled, torn apart, and reshaped by the starry sky.

Upon landing, he found himself inside a huge ventilation duct. It was the first time he had ever seen such a building structure, but he knew that it was called a ventilation duct.

The pipes were large enough to stack five Uncle Hades on top of each other.

So, how grand would a building with ventilation ducts of this size be?

He began to move cautiously, tiptoeing, trying not to make a sound.

The Primarch's powerful body control allows him to enter a terrifying state of concealment, which can only be detected by another Primarch who is equally proficient in this art.

Before Angron had gone far, he noticed a strange route leading to a lower level. Upon entering, he saw a huge room with its air vents emitting rhythmic lights, as if calling to him.

If the frequency of these flashing lights could be replaced with text symbols, it might contain complete information.