Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

A clear voice came from the heavens, echoing in everyone's mind:

"can."

Did you hear that? The God-Emperor has appeared! He said it's possible!

Then, in the next moment, a deafening shout rang out: "For the Messiah!"

So, is this Your Majesty's real name?

Although such speculation about His Majesty's "true name" is somewhat similar to viewing the God-Emperor as a demon that can only be destroyed by his true name, it is extremely disrespectful.

However, the blessing did indeed come.

Magazines began falling from the sky, and they were magical explosive magazines with models perfectly compatible with the weapons they had, even melee weapons.

The once-noble judges were forced to hastily squat or even crawl on the ground to pick up these sacred munitions.

Seeing this, Lowe was secretly delighted, as he was the only one who didn't have to pick up the bullets, because they would automatically be inserted into his revolver!

This is a special treatment reserved only for him!

High above, on the other side of the sky, Evil Steel, clad in Paradox, sat on the throne on the bridge. This was a one-to-one model of the golden throne made at the request of Ying Fugen.

However, Fugen disappeared temporarily, saying he was going into seclusion to prepare for the upcoming battle with Guilliman.

"Anti-Demon Array? It's just a fake, Father. You're no different from us."

Evil Steel snorted coldly. He had developed a habit of collecting pre-battle intelligence, perhaps because Vashtor was worried and had specially arranged for many people to assist in the operation.

They sent back valuable battlefield intelligence at all times.

Guilliman, we're waiting for you now.

The battles between these small fry are not enough to dominate the overall situation.

In 600 BC, Ondino.

Aaron was busy dealing with his elderly father. He was about to be plied with alcohol by several widows from the village entrance. He had come to be a doctor, but ended up drinking their wine and was overjoyed.

If it weren't for Marum's vigilance and timely communication, he would have single-handedly blocked those demons who were about to devour the old man.

Otherwise, Aaron would see tonight an old man with tattered clothes, one hand supporting the other arm, his face a picture of misery.

Hades commented, "I believe Neos did not do it on purpose, but he may have overestimated his abilities."

Aaron was prepared for this, but asked Marum to boil water to bathe the old man who was drunk and confused.

Then he casually tossed Angron in as well.

He looked at Uncle Hades with a worried expression:

"Why don't we find a place to bury my father?"

Of the five people here, only he and Hades are capable of calm thinking.

Angron was playing in the bathtub; we couldn't count on him.

The old father was so drunk he was unconscious. Heaven knows why those widows had wine that could make Zeus, the king of the gods, drunk!

Marum, who should have been the most trustworthy among them, was now washing the old man's body with a holy and respectful expression.

Well, we can't count on that either. Regardless of Marum's opinion of his father, once he got this opportunity, he reverted to his initial crazy and fanatical attitude.

Even that serious, sacred face would unconsciously reveal an undisguised smile at the corners of its mouth.

I'm helping His Majesty bathe, hehe, hehehe—

The empire is beyond saving; let it be destroyed.

Aaron sighed deeply, covered his face, looked up at the sky, and then squatted on the ground drawing circles.

"can!"

He heard the old man suddenly shout something, for some unknown reason.

Aaron looked up at his uncle. "Did you hear that? Dig a hole. He'll sleep in it tonight."

In reality, in terms of time...

It was precisely at the moment when the Black King was elbowed by Luo Jia that Anda seized the opportunity to arrive more than 40,000 years later, like a monkey arriving at the King of Hell's palace.

Whenever someone prays, just say "yes"!

That old bastard dares to covet my son; I'll make sure he gets into some trouble.

Because they were busy causing trouble, the body that was drunk naturally belonged to some unlucky guy who had been knocked unconscious by the Black King.

Otherwise, how could a few widows and some wine possibly get him drunk?

Are you kidding me? You're going to use this to test your cadres?

Anyway, the three old men themselves are getting confused about who is who. They'll just see which body is available and stuff it in.

Chapter 258 A Loving Family (3K)

"The day after tomorrow, Ondino's first batch of Hades followers will graduate. I don't know how long the stuff I made up will last, but the first rule of the doctrine is to be a good person. There are no special rules."

Seeing that he was left to manage the household affairs alone again, Aaron had no choice but to entrust his great task to Uncle Hades.

They had been here for almost half a month, and now that they were setting off for Macedonia, they would be able to meet their mother who was returning from Athens.

Therefore, Aaron also had to explain some important points to the old man.

Although this uncle is a bit slow-witted, he never forgets anything he keeps in mind, making him a trustworthy support.

As for the old thing, it's just a makeshift rockery; it'll collapse if you lean on it.

But this old man doesn't know how to make his setup more dignified or attractive; it's just a small mound of earth.

It seems that the only improvement Father made 30,000 years later was that he changed the set to a majestic mountain that everyone could tell was very stable.

But essentially, it's still a small board; you can't go around to the back to take a closer look.

Otherwise, you'll find that this thing is easily broken and completely unreliable.

But what's even more frightening is the possibility that in the future, this artificial mountain might be all we have to rely on.

Aaron sighed and wondered if they should start encouraging their father now, beginning with developing good habits and becoming a little stronger every day.

That way, I won't be beaten into such a terrible state when I get to the future.

The next morning, Anda, who had no memory of the previous night, felt refreshed and had caused Black King a lot of trouble and hidden dangers.

Let Him suffer a headache!

This time, he was more experienced and did things that were extremely humiliating but didn't cause any real harm.

Let's see if the human nature simulated by the Black King is as shameless as he is.

Happy Anda got up and called for breakfast. Seeing Anglong pinching his little face, she felt the texture was a bit strange.

"Has someone pinched your cheek?"

Then he looked at Hades, who had started taking notes seriously early in the morning: "Why are you being so serious? It makes me look like an unambitious good-for-nothing. Your psychic powers can help you remember things in your head, why do you have to write them down by hand?"

Before the old man could turn to look at him and continue his group mockery, Aaron simply said coldly:

"Shut your mouth. You know you were almost stripped naked last night? If it weren't for Marum, I'd have several stepmothers by now."

After finishing his feast of meat and fish, Anda munched on some fruit to aid digestion, then leaned lazily against the chair, practically ready to prop his hairy legs up on the table.

“Oh, Aaron, that’s why Marum exists in our family. If I could take care of everything and handle everything flawlessly, what use would we have for him as a butler?”

The old man's habit of making up these superstitious and heretical theories is something he'll never be able to change in his lifetime.

Aaron could only take a deep breath to calm himself down and decided to ignore the old man.

He looked at Hades and asked:

"Uncle, has the Gates of Hell reacted recently? You've checked all the rifts these past few days and confirmed that no demons have invaded."

Anda approached in a rather annoying way:

"You're too concerned about your uncle. Why don't you ask me, the father who's personally investigating on the front lines!"

Aaron suppressed the urge to slam his hand on the table and said:

"Angron, take your father out for a walk."

Angron shouted, jumped down from Marum's arms, and hopped over to Anda, grabbing his trouser leg:

"Dad, let's go for a walk!"

The old man chuckled, picked up Anglong, and shoved the chair backward with his bottom:

"Hey, let's go out. Dad will take you spearfishing. If you stay at home, your brother will lecture you. He has no human touch at all."

He held back, not knocking the chair directly to the ground; otherwise, he would have gone hungry for the next few days.

Only after the most worrisome thing in the house disappeared was Aaron able to discuss serious matters with Hades.

The Gates of Hell stated that this normal cracking in future time is something it cannot prevent; it is simply a law of world evolution.

Unless you make all of humanity regress and go back to Africa to climb trees and become monkeys.

Even so, it still cannot stop the normal evolution of the subspace and the real world; some small cracks are normal.

It's simply that after humans degenerate into monkeys, they no longer fear demons based on their own intelligence and understanding.

"This is like birth, aging, sickness, and death, a natural law. We can only intervene if we encounter it. If we don't encounter it, or if something deliberately damages the door, then we can intervene."

Hades had been in secret talks with the gate for a long time and had figured out the details.

Aaron expressed his understanding, but asked, "Then you must be careful, Uncle, so that no one will come and tear open the door and let the demons invade the world."

Just as Hades was about to speak, the inner demon hurriedly said to skip the topic and that it would behave itself.

After all, the reason why the last time the Gates of Hell were damaged, leading to the birth of the Titan demons who could at least destroy the entire Athenian cultural sphere, was because of the old man's father in front of us.

They clearly promised to make sure I was completely in control, but instead, they smashed me to pieces with a powerful dunk.

In other words, the demons that human culture normally breeds in this era are not too powerful, nor are they the kind of places in certain cultural circles where the world is constantly changing and the universe is being overturned and rebuilt.

Alas, human civilization will be destroyed by your father sooner or later.

There's no need to say that; Hades would be unhappy.