Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He wasn't exactly known for his good temper, so his first reaction was naturally to resist.

But it hurts so much!

These black flames seem capable of truly burning one's soul alive!

Even if he has a strong personality, when faced with a life-or-death situation, he knows to avoid disaster first.

He couldn't say for sure whether he would be able to return alive after his soul was scattered during this time travel.

After all, this was an experiment simulating Aaron's projection by Loka, and it also involved the future calibration of Evil Steel, which is why it was successful.

If this pirated time-travel story doesn't have the insurance that comes with the original version, where if you get beaten to death, you really die, then it's all over.

And it seems that this father—

Before I could figure out what was going on, I suddenly went crazy and wanted to hit myself.

There might still be an explanation!

Little Pei, crawling and rolling on the ground, was determined to survive.

Aaron once complained that fathers of this era are lazy, and that they might get tired and stop moving after a few more slaps.

Anda, on the other hand, hoped to see himself break up Little Pei, which would mean that if Aaron were imprisoned by the Black King in the future, he would have a chance to escape.

But now, did I hit her too hard? Xiao Pei couldn't even fight back.

Damn it, I have to give him a little something sweet.

According to the Ottara Parenting Encyclopedia, corporal punishment is ineffective and rewards and punishments must be used appropriately.

Anda spoke in a deep voice:

"If you act so flusteredly, how will you be able to shoulder the responsibility of the entire empire in the future!"

"How can I trust you to pass on the throne in the future!"

"Petulabo! The Empire needs a leader of steel, not your current fragile stance!"

Anda's belt grew even more menacing, while Peturabo, who was hiding behind his head in surprise and doubt, wondered what he had just heard!

The future emperor!

Peturabo looked up in disbelief.

It turns out that the old father knew about his plans as early as ten thousand years ago, and was willing to test him!

My brother must have mentioned my ambitions to my father. Although I had agreed with my brother not to help either side, he still mentioned it.

I made my father remember me!

My dear brother!

Peturabo, you must rise up and not let your father look down on you!

He forced himself to stand up, enduring the scorching heat of the black flames, his hands behind his back, standing motionless!

"Father, I will prove to you that I am the strongest among my brothers!"

Anda was dumbfounded. He had only made a promise, but this brat was so stubborn, as if his head had been kicked by a donkey, and he wouldn't budge.

I'm letting you fight back, not letting you get beaten up!

I want to see how much force it takes to break free, not how many slaps I need to beat you to death!

Anda couldn't help but worry about the intelligence of his future sons. You are all the pinnacle of human wisdom that I will allocate in the future!

Don't you even have the ability to understand the thoughts of an old man like me?

Anda couldn't help but feel despair, and began to doubt whether his way of creating Primarchs for the Great Crusade to save humanity was the right one.

If Apollo were here, he might even tease you, saying, "Little one, have you ever doubted your genetics?"

You don't tell your sons what you're going to do; you make them guess.

But you yourself aren't someone who likes to guess what others are thinking.

This is a tradition, and you and your son must each be given a synesthetic artifact.

Anda was already helpless and, as expected, too lazy to continue whipping his son, so he put the belt in his hand away.

The mission is complete. Black King should be finishing his drink soon, and they should switch back.

I should have spat into it as soon as I realized something was wrong. Oh well, what a blunder.

However, Xiao Pei misunderstood this helplessness, thinking that her father was disappointed in her.

He hurriedly pressed, "Father, is there anything I haven't done well! I'm not afraid of pain, and whatever you ask of me, I can do it!"

"I will prove that I am the perfect candidate for Emperor!"

At this moment, Anda felt distressed. He conjured a reclining chair out of thin air, leaned back, and raised his hand to the armrest:

"Come and serve me, my arm just cramped up a bit."

Xiao Pei hurriedly bowed and stepped forward, feeling that she had completely lost the fortitude she displayed in front of her father from her own time.

Who told this old man in front of me to suggest that I succeed him?

He knelt on one knee, massaging Anda's arm, and whispered in agreement:

“Father, this is my vision for the future governance of the empire—”

Anda started waving his other hand around, complaining:

"Stop, stop, stop! Now is not the time to talk about this. When I retire, you can do whatever you want. I'm not good at managing things anyway. But I'll be the only one who can step up at that time."

"Why did I have you sons? It's because none of you can lend me a hand. And you're all so useless. If I had someone like Aaron, I would have quit long ago."

Xiao Pei continued applying pressure with her hands, and asked in confusion:

"Then why not entrust the important task to my brother? If he were the emperor, I would definitely have no interest in him and would focus on assisting him."

Anda, without even thinking, said, "That's because your brother didn't live to see that day. Anyway, you just keep up the good work—what the hell are you doing! Huh!"

He felt his arm suddenly snap off by the Primarch's steel arm, the recliner beneath him was crushed, and his body fell to the ground.

clack clack-

"What did you say! Damn it, you liar!"

Xiao Pei was suddenly filled with anger, with nowhere to vent her rage. All she could see was this mouth that had brought malicious news, chattering away, saying something she couldn't understand.

He's out of his mind right now; all he wants is to tear that mouth off!

"Aaaaaah! I don't want to hear about that!"

He indeed reached out with both hands and, to Anda's horrified surprise, stuffed them into his mouth.

Why is there such a loud commotion?

What did I say wrong? I was just making empty promises, it's not like I'm not going to deliver.

At worst, you brothers can take turns being in that position. I have no use for that position anyway. You can just sit back and play around, as long as you don't destroy the empire.

Poor Anda had no idea what he had said wrong before he was about to be torn apart alive by Peturabo.

However, a father is a father after all. Peturabo used all his strength, and apart from getting his hands covered in saliva, he only managed to slightly dislocate Anda's throat.

Snapped!

A hand pressed down on Peturabo's face and slowly pushed him away.

Penturabo, deflated and limp, lost in grief over his brother's death, collapsed to the ground, his face blank.

Adachi sat up, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down:

"Ha! One by one, you're all rebellious sons. Am I some kind of dishonest person? What's rightfully yours is yours. It's utterly absurd."

"Alright, I'm off now. Oh, by the way, your brother said the roast beef in your area is pretty good. Remember to bring me some more when you meet."

“Every time I hear your brother say that when you have banquets and meals, you never leave me much of it.”

He moved his chin with both hands; thankfully, the injury was minor, and it slowly settled back down. He glanced again at the dejected Xiao Pei, feeling a pang of pity.

"Stop crying and whining, acting like a girl. Fine, I'll ask your brother to make you a little toy so you can play with it when you're bored. I'm leaving."

After Anda finished speaking, he disappeared, leaving only the cold star to endure.

He was also busy rushing to Macedonia to find Erda, hoping to find the root of the Primarch's personality defects from Erda's genes.

Chapter 268 Black King: The Lord of Humanity is Returning! (3K)

The universe has been dark since time immemorial, and its existence is independent of human will.

Unless a star suddenly starts dancing.

For example, the Black King, who just enjoyed hot soup fed to him by his son in place of Anda.

His human simulation told him that he should be happy about it now.

So much so that the cold stars began to transform into colorful, disco balls.

The four ancient beings each peered in, and sure enough, this little thing began to try to devour other authorities in the realm of the gods, full of ambition.

The first person to see the disco ball was Xiao Pei.

"Oh, you're still here? Aren't the terms I offered enough?"

Black King asked curiously, as he was in a good mood at the time.

Feeling that the evil steel had been burned away, He was happy to chat with Perturabo for a while.

Anyway, He really couldn't bring himself to speak to Evil Steel, which is why He entrusted the task of seeing him off on his deathbed to Anda.

I don't know if it was delivered or not, but Evil Steel was completely annihilated, beyond any hope of survival.

Peturabo was unaware that his father had been replaced, nor could he perceive it now; he simply looked up with a sorrowful expression.

“Father, I will not be emperor anymore. Let my brother come back. You can do it, right? Keep him from dying.”

The Black King was furious. What do you mean my son is dead?!

He just fed me the soup himself!

But—my son, Aaron.