Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

I just confirmed with Marum that these scales are not biological scales.

Thirty thousand years later, during the Great Expedition.

Peturabo was flipping through the first volume of Petra's compilation of the Alien Encyclopedia, his gaze gloomy and uncertain.

“You did a good job, Petrella. But among the many candidates for company commander, Danteok is more suitable than you. Therefore, I have a more important task for you: to go to Olympia, my homeland.”

The Lord of Steel closed the book, most of his face hidden in shadow.

"Go and build a factory, not just to cover the civilian machinery that our company has currently designed. I also need you to equip it with a biology department. The main research area will be immortality. I will personally request biological samples from immortals from the Lord of Fire Dragons."

Historical records indicate that the Iron Lord's ambition gradually spread to the point where he wanted to rule the entire empire for eternity, just like his father.

Chapter 270 Surely Macedonia is free of demons now? (3K)

Macedonia, a country with a king.

He was not the king of a small Greek city-state, but the master of a powerful nation.

Judging by the timeline, several major civilization regions will likely see the emergence of unified, large empires within the next few hundred years.

As for how long each of them can last, don't worry about that. Anyway, when human productivity reaches the critical point between the slave era and the feudal era, such a country will always emerge.

They swept away the vassal states, city-states, and even old tribal systems that were originally peaceful (or not) in their own right.

Macedonia is the country in this world responsible for bearing this historical mission.

Of course, it is backed by Rome. Regardless of whether it is sacred or not, it has such a strong influence that even many Chinese people are still fans of Rome years later.

Whether Macedonia truly accomplished this historical mission is clearly of little concern to most people.

The only memory left for posterity is probably Alexander the Great and his library.

There are also those strange allegorical tales that often appear in the legends of mysterious old men in Central and West Asia.

“Actually, he didn’t reach India,” Anda said, sitting on a donkey cart in Anglong, telling the story of the future. “Some people say that when he got there, he drank the river water and died of illness on his way back.”

"Hey, transportation wasn't that convenient back then. Such a person did exist, and he was quite capable, but later generations always like to mythologize him."

As Anda spoke, she fiddled with Angron's hand, shaking it from side to side:

"For example, look, if I take a pitchfork, ride a donkey, and kill a slightly larger lizard or python, I've slain a dragon."

"Perhaps in future stories, my figure will be one that spans heaven and earth, wielding a giant spear, piercing through the enormous evil dragon that corrupts the world."

Angron said proudly;

"Even if Dad swatted a mosquito, he'd be a hero in my eyes!"

Several times when he was resting with his father, he vaguely saw the old man suffering from neurasthenia in the middle of the night, chasing and killing mosquitoes everywhere.

Xiao An thought this was a sacrifice his father made so that he could sleep well!

The real reason was simply that the mosquitoes only bit him.

The family strolled leisurely into the main city of Macedonia.

Anglong was then handed over to Aaron by Anda, who was tasked with pushing the stroller and leading the fifth child along the way to find a rented room.

Anda needs Marum to go fishing with him to find out where the most popular anglers in Macedonia gather.

The journey was so boring that I held Angron and told him stories. Once we arrived, I naturally handed him over to Aaron.

He can't let Anglon watch him fish.

Going spearfishing together is fine, but fishing is out of the question. He'd be too embarrassed to do it in front of so many people, especially if he were to throw his own son in.

However, there was no psychological pressure in letting Marum go down secretly.

Aaron had no choice but to push the stroller with one hand and hold the fifth child's hand with the other.

The fifth brother was pulling a donkey cart behind him.

Anglong sat in the car, enthusiastically patting the small table in front of him.

"Brother, I've seen Dad swatting mosquitoes for me several times in the middle of the night!"

Aaron couldn't bear to tell the truth: those mosquitoes simply couldn't penetrate your skin's defenses.

It was all because that old man couldn't stand being bitten anymore.

They could only nod and agree, while glancing around to look for the hidden intermediaries.

Every prosperous city-state and kingdom has these people who provide rental accommodations for travelers from afar.

Aaron was already very experienced and could tell which prices were reasonable and which people were scammers.

The local cultural decorations have begun to differ somewhat from those of the mainstream cultural areas of Athens.

Other city-states were considered cultural appendages of Athens, while Macedonia could be considered its brothers, each on equal footing.

Later, the word "ancient Greece" also included part of it.

It should be said that the part of Greece near the Aegean Sea will henceforth be called Lower Macedonia.

The locals' sense of superiority is almost equal to, or even greater than, that of the people of Athens.

However, drachmas can still be used normally. After all, since humans left primitive society, they have had a common equivalent, and there is no race that does not like money.

Under Aaron's financial offensive, the Macedonian agents, who had been looking at him with disdain as an "outsider," still respectfully arranged several mansions for him to choose from.

These were the residences of officials and generals who had recently been executed along with their entire families for plotting a rebellion, and they happened to be empty.

It's called a mansion, but it's only slightly larger than other manors, and not even as luxurious as the small manor we rented before.

There are many sheepskin bookshelves, and they are quite dusty inside.

It seems that people don't read books at home, and they don't know why Macedonia and Greece both have the habit of building public libraries.

The current King Amintas II is personally escorting his father's good uncles and elders, one by one, to meet Hades.

Macedonia has a shameful history, having been forced to join the Persians during the Greco-Persian Wars.

Therefore, Amintas II resolved to work diligently to overcome his suffering and become the chosen one, as the priests of the Temple of the Sun had said.

An unprecedented king who unified all of Greece!

When social conditions are met, people will call for a king.

That's what the priestess said.

In short, Aaron was able to hear these so-called state secrets from the real estate agent while inspecting houses.

Hasn't this already become a rumor circulating among the common people?

No wonder the old man told a story on the way, about a king in the east who forbade his subjects from discussing state affairs at roadside tea stalls, making the people there always tremble with fear whenever they met, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Wait, what does "satisfied social conditions" mean? Is this the kind of political discourse that can emerge in this era?

I understand now. These words were just my mother telling the king a trick, just like the old man telling Anglon about those strange social processes on the road.

However, in a sense, this also spurred the king to work harder and govern the country.

Aaron paid the money and saw the agents off.

He then found a quill pen and papyrus paper to record the information he had just gathered.

There can't be any demons causing trouble here. The family has finally reunited with their mother, and they don't want the first thing they have to do upon returning to be slaying demons.

His hands rustled as he marked up political observations, local legends, and even news of wild beasts in the surrounding area.

No problem, everything is normal.

There were no nine-headed snakes around, and no one was dying for no reason.

This is what a normal country should be like.

The only somber thing is that autumn is approaching, everything begins to wither, and after the last harvest of crops, people will start storing up for winter.

For a long time afterward, there were no more sacrificial festivals; the year was just passed by very ordinaryly.

It seems that there's not much excitement for my father to join in; in winter, no one is in the mood or the natural conditions are right to work.

My father and mother stayed together obediently, and I made up with them as before!

Aaron's lips curled into a sinister smile, which terrified Angron, who was cleaning the stove and had just popped his head out of the furnace.

Why did my brother's smile just now feel a little scary?

“Brother, brother! I’ve noticed that the wool on the cattle grazing here is much thicker than in the south. When we entered the city just now, I even saw cattle that were covered in long hair.”

In the south, when you see livestock, it's even difficult to tell whether the sheen on their bellies is skin or hair.

In Macedonia, the fur on these animals is almost as thick as a lion's mane.

Therefore, in Anglong's view, as animals, do these creatures taste the same as those he is familiar with?

That's a big problem.

He's like a barely competent cook now, but he has to follow his past experience in every step, and he doesn't dare to let any variables be controlled.

Aaron pulled Anglon out of the stove, shoved him into a bucket of water to wash him, and laughed:

"I don't know how much fur those animals have, but you're definitely covered in dust. What were you thinking, trying to climb in there?"

Anglong pondered, his face serious:

"Dad said that children should learn to touch bird nests and climb chimneys. The chimney here is too high for me to climb up, but I can just climb into the stove and then climb out from under the pot."

Aaron couldn't help but curse:

"That old man, I thought he had a change of heart and was telling you all sorts of good things. I never expected he was secretly hiding something from you!"

"Did he also tell you that children should throw stones at other people's latrines?"

Angron's eyes lit up with delight:

“That’s right, Dad mentioned this too! He said the bigger the stone, the louder the sound when it’s thrown down, and the more juice splashes up—”

"Stop, stop, stop!" Aaron hurriedly covered Angron's mouth. "What was that old man thinking? He made you cook and then talked to you about all this filth. Doesn't he worry that one day you'll lose all awareness of excrement and just urinate in his bowl?"

Aaron felt a sense of dread; he couldn't leave Angron to the old man again.

Or at least, they can't leave their own sight.

He looked at Anglong solemnly and earnestly recounted the moral customs that most people generally accepted.