Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Abundant! Abundant!

If we say that the first step for life to overcome its environment is hunting.

The second step is to reap the rewards!

This means that life has begun to attempt to manage the cycles of the resources it needs, laying the foundation for further advancements in civilization.

This is why civilizations regard abundance as one of the most important divine authorities.

However, as civilization progresses and the basic needs for survival are gradually met, people come to regard abundance as something that exists, but which is no longer something they need to care about too much.

After the introduction of chemical fertilizers and large agricultural equipment, civilization itself would not care too much about abundance, or even natural disasters.

Fortunately, people in this era still need abundance.

Moreover, the abundance brought by Rothigs is not necessarily for the purpose of satisfying human beings.

Moss, bacteria, dark green, damp sand leaves, and algae that seemed to have accumulated on the surface of stagnant water gushed forth from Rotigus's belly in a continuous, gurgling stream.

It alone can drag the entire city into a state of chaos.

If you were in the future, a complete overthrow of the Great Demon would be enough to corrupt an entire world.

But now, sigh, I still have to rack my brains.

Aroma, first and foremost, is a fragrance that every living thing is captivated by, thick and pervasive, like someone squeezing toothpaste into your nostrils.

The extruded gelatinous fluid has no pungent smell; instead, it is intoxicating.

A delicate flower blooms from your eyes, but it is not yet mature; the roots and leaves at its base are so tender they seem to drip with moisture, tinged with a raw, green hue.

It's like seeing the emerald green of wheat ears that are not yet ripe, but have been scattered for a long time, anticipating a bountiful harvest.

It awaits to turn golden.

Or, it's the color of feces.

Ooh wow—

The first person vomited, and the disgusting, filthy semi-digested matter merrily marched forward in his esophagus, making a loud noise.

The fragrance that surged into the body instantly became a medium for saving the countless fellow beings within this enormous life form.

The second, the third—

More and more people are watching themselves begin to vomit, or even release life from their bodies elsewhere.

Even the places that originally had no openings.

Skin ulceration, cloudy eyes, and torn chest and abdomen.

All the extreme punishments in the world are no more severe than this.

At this moment, only death could relieve their suffering, but death did not come.

Before the sacred temple, hell descends.

Rain's father grinned from ear to ear and burst into laughter.

That's how it is; the great and loving father cherishes even the smallest cells, bacteria, and viruses equally!

How dare a mere human being reject the love of a loving father!

But how kind the loving father was, unwilling to let death come.

The Rain Father will personally corrupt all life nearby. It wants to prove to its loving father that it is the one most deserving of affection!

"Gujiguji~"

A Nurgle crawled out of the king's mouth, stretching his throat considerably.

"Rottigus! Rottigus! Look here!"

"Your father tells you to return and not linger. This is not the end of the cycle of life; there are still many powerful enemies. You will die here!"

“Father never scolded us; it’s just that you can’t get over it in your own heart.”

The Nurgle sprang quickly, squeezing itself out of the king's mouth and happily slapping its body onto the ground, where it treated the wet, slippery, decaying plants as its playground.

Although the message being conveyed was urgent, the Nurgle itself was simply enjoying itself, watching its body bounce up and fall down.

It was truly delighted, for in its perception of time, its loving father had just been laughing heartily at Mortarion's resurrection.

The atmosphere is joyful; a banquet is being held in the garden.

So Rothrigus, the only great demon still thinking of taking revenge on humanity and who hadn't returned to the garden to drink, became the object of the loving father's call.

Father really cares about them; he even knows to call Yu's father home for dinner.

Thump! Thump—thump!

After delivering its message, the Nurgle bounced higher and higher until it finally jumped back into the king's mouth, chuckling foolishly, before returning to the garden under the king's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red.

Mortals are fortunate enough to serve as entrances and exits to the Warp, or even be swallowed by the Great Demon.

Even with spirits crawling in and out of its belly, the body remained uncorrupted. In a more mystical sense, it was as if the fortune of an entire nation had been bestowed upon it.

He would have been better off being corrupted.

After all, he has to bear the pain that these experiences bring to a "healthy" body.

The rain father did not choose to leave; it did not believe it would die here.

Because at this point in time, the future world will still need to invade the five hundred worlds.

The human psionicists here can only injure themselves at most.

It wants to regain its honor by humiliating the human emperor who has not yet become powerful!

The first thing to do is to return to your loving father's affection!

Loka remained silent, simply lifting the Scepter of Redemption from his hand.

The Great Demon, he really wanted to test just how powerful a demon of this level was.

But when Loka took the first step, he realized that his current state was not even comparable to Aaron's psionic projection; it was merely a psionic communication.

Erda was even more worried:

“Loga, in your father’s plan to save the world, it seems that you are not needed for battle, but for maintaining the stability of the rule. I have never heard of such a powerful demon before.”

As Erda spoke, she got up and rolled up her sleeves.

"When your parents are around, leave the troublesome things to them."

She was itching to do something and needed to find a reason to do it.

"No need! Erda, you don't need to fight anymore."

A warm voice emanated from the deepest part of the temple, from the noble statue of the sun god.

It shimmers with light, as if a golden ball is shining, and the seven colors of light gather together, making it the true sun that has gathered all colors.

Although Erda looked back, all she saw was a severed hand gripping the nostril of the sculpted statue, struggling to keep it from falling.

A mouth grew out from the cross-section of the severed hand.

Even without a face, he appears extremely handsome; it is Helios.

It seems that Anda has successfully rescued it, but it's strange that he only managed to save one hand. What trouble did he encounter that forced him to make such a drastic decision?

Then, the arm moved using its powerful fingers, crawling into the statue's nostril and hiding itself.

This way, at least no one would notice. Fortunately, the master who sculpted this statue back then, in order to demonstrate his skill, even carved the inside of the nostrils in a lifelike manner, leaving room for detail.

Helios hid himself, and the idol came to life.

Helios, the sun god, walked forward.

"Wait, Erda, why aren't there any clothes? Early sculptors found it difficult to directly sculpt realistic clothing, so they designed the sculptures to be nude, making it easier to change and put on clothes."

"Where are my clothes?!"

Erda chuckled coldly: "You cleaned up Aaron's mess back then, never mind. Anyway, you're just a statue now, so go up there and kill that disgusting thing for me!"

The statue of Helios sneered: "Save the people first."

The sculpture with the most intense gaze took a giant step, walked to the edge of the gate, reached out and climbed up, crossed the barrier, and arrived outside the temple.

"All filth, be banished in the light of the sun!"

The statue's voice was like a great bell. It raised one hand towards the sun, as if it were holding the star in its hand. Its blazing light shone brightly, casting down a huge beam of light.

The land was bathed in light, where pollution vanished, curses were lifted, and mortals were able to survive, instinctively running towards the temple.

It seems that as long as you hide behind the gods, you are safe.

Erda said irritably, "Your psionic power is almost the weakest among us. You're going all out right from the start. What if you can't win later? Anda said you were tricked by someone before."

The starlight in Helios's hand remained undiminished, and as he prepared to approach the Rain Father, he laughed loudly:

"Before this rebirth, I was completely immersed in the warp, which gave me some insights. Neos shattered my body in the warp, which made me finally understand the power of psychic energy!"

"Now, I can confidently say—"

The statue had already stepped in front of Rain Father. Compared to the towering statue, Rain Father's swollen demonic body was like a child in front of an adult.

"I am the sun!"

A deafening roar echoed angrily between heaven and earth, and the statue indeed pulled down a sun and smashed it towards the Rain Father.

The great demon dared not be presumptuous; the person before him was radiant with golden light, resembling a celestial body.

Most likely, this happened when the human pseudo-emperors were still young and weak. Although they didn't seem very strong, they were still not to be careless.

The Rain Father reached into its belly and pulled out a wet spoon. This was not its usual weapon, but it was its most powerful essential force.

After all, these vile demons have a habit of casually brewing soup, which can be described in some terms as their natal magic weapon.

Some of the newly born Nurgle demons are dressed in white, not fat, but bald.

The equipment used to prepare the virus includes microscopes, test tubes, and sample dispensers.

These old-school demons believed that the plague produced by this technological method had no soul.

when!

Rain Father looked at himself in disbelief as he held a wooden spoon and easily blocked the sun of the "false emperor," even having the strength to push the sun god statue backward.