Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum could no longer contain himself and roared, "Enough! What did you see?"

Aaron continued talking to himself, persisting in his own thoughts:

"If my father were such a loving father, wouldn't my family, my brothers, become loving and harmonious? Wouldn't there be no conflicts?"

Marum has gone mad; he always feels that what Aaron sees is extremely dangerous, without even realizing the true nature of the theory.

He felt that something terrible was about to happen if things continued like this. He had never imagined that such a terrifying feeling would come from Aaron's mouth.

Every action and word of God has a great power to shake up reality.

Unable to bear it any longer, he thrust the chainsaw sword in his hand into the rift in the warp. The grinning mouth seemed to be mocking him, demonstrating that the evil god's corruption had already clung to Aaron's mental realm and affected his thinking.

However, seemingly in response to his idea, the massive maw of the subspace generously bit into the chainsaw sword and flung it away.

Even Marum was powerless against Nurgle's power.

The number of demons he had torn apart in the past was less than one ten-millionth of this one.

Oh no, it really is the Chaos God himself!

Marum was enraged. This time, he lunged at the crack, which was not very large. He wanted to cover it with his body and try to sever Nurgle's contamination of Aaron.

However, that force once again easily overturned Marum.

This was an opportunity that Nurgle had painstakingly created by deceiving everyone. Even the previous Great Demon Father was just using it to lower the guard of the cursed.

When they thought the main evil had been dealt with and that what remained was merely a little pollution that wouldn't have a significant impact on human history, He had the opportunity to use this minor pollution to lure the Messiah to come and corrupt him.

Although I'm very reluctant to admit it, this is indeed the result of cooperating with Tzeentch.

That guy had a precise grasp of the personalities of the cursed in this era, and with the turmoil during the fishing competition, their thinking would definitely be distorted, focusing on the possible physical monsters.

This time, the decision to directly corrupt the children of the cursed was made after much deliberation. After all, the Mortarion needed an older brother, and they had no way to deal with the cursed individuals of this era.

After repeated questioning by Him and Tzeentch, they finally determined that only this child was the weakness of the cursed in this age.

Through Aaron's words, He continued to reiterate His idea that as long as one becomes His child, all brothers can live in harmony and be as close as brothers.

With his unchanging authority, he could tell that Tzeentch's intelligence was accurate and timely.

After all, lies mean that falsehoods can be easily detected.

"All brothers, respect and love each other, one family, one home—"

Aaron murmured—

Then together we rebel against your father and cripple him!

Isn't this exactly what you've always wanted to do? And as your new father, I fully support you!

The birth of the Dark Lord is inevitable, but this thing has been stuck in its position for too long. The Ancient Four can only keep severely damaging the cursed ones who have not yet become the Dark Lord.

This is the only way to ensure that the time a human emperor can remain on the throne is shorter and shorter.

They will one day bring this brother back.

"Let's defeat Father together, defeat that despicable old man! Leave the marks of fists and slaps on his smug face!"

Aaron said from the bottom of his heart that he didn't need Nurgle's persuasion; as long as someone brought up the idea, his true thoughts had always been the same.

In the loving father's garden, the owner of this vast domain finally let out his happiest laughter.

Faced with this common enemy, even Tzeentch could no longer deceive himself. This time, the information he provided was completely accurate and the timing was perfect.

The cursed child was indeed more concerned about the suffering of his brothers and also wanted to rise up against his wretched father.

Yes, that's exactly how it happened when I corrupted Mortalian!

"Return to my embrace, and I will gather all your brothers in our great homeland."

"I am your father!"

The loving father laughed heartily, but received no response for a long time. Why was Aaron not following his lead when the corruption had reached its most critical point?

"I am your father!"

He repeated it again, but there was no response; all his previous guidance seemed to have been in vain.

Something's not right. Doesn't this child hate his father?

Why is there no response at the most crucial moment?

Aaron stood in the sunlight and took a deep breath. He seemed not to have heard anything. He scratched the smooth back of his head and slapped it.

"So Marum can't fix this crack. I'd better hurry home and ask the old man or my mother to take a look."

He did indeed harbor a strong desire to unite his brothers and to avenge his father.

But he does love his father, so if he were to have a different father, then forget it.

Aaron so easily shifted his gaze from the endlessly alluring warp rift, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary ground fissure.

He went to Marum, helped him up, and mocked him:

"You were acting strange just now. Why did you react so strongly to such a small crack? Did I look like I was corrupted? You forgot that I can't see anything inside the warp."

"At most, I felt like something was chirping and calling in my ear, but I didn't know what it was calling out."

"Alright, we can't handle this thing. Let's isolate this area and let that old man deal with it himself. Didn't he dissect the Gates of Hell, the largest warp rift? He knows how to suture it back together."

At the same time, the father's hearty laughter in the garden instantly turned into a deafening roar of anger, enough to shroud the flowing "nectar" and the lush garden with its abundant aquatic plants in a dark cloud.

"Xin Liezhi! You've deceived me once again!"

There's no way around it; the eternally unchanging is deceived by the eternally changing.

Yet it keeps turning towards its unchanging end, which is itself a beautiful thing about the universe.

Tzeentch, standing before the Well of Eternity, was patting his own soaking wet, necrotic heads that had fallen into the well.

This also means that the water in the well has the ability to kill the Ancient Four.

"Oh dear, old friend, when the unchanging is passed down through the ages, change also arises. You and I may be opposites, but we are also interdependent."

"I can tell you very clearly that the information I provided is correct."

"But there are some things I have overlooked, namely that the cursed child truly has feelings for his father."

“Thank you, old friend. I wasn’t quite sure before, but now I can confirm it. What a strange father-son relationship. Is it the same between you and Mortarian? Magnus and I don’t have this kind of awkwardness.”

Tzeentch's few remaining mouths chattered amongst themselves, piecing together the sentences above.

This is a bit tricky; this child doesn't seem to be Horus.

Well, even Horus at that moment was thinking about knocking his father to the ground and going back to destroy the Pantheon.

This reminds me that perhaps all the traitorous Primarchs are essentially bound by a father complex, and may even still be deeply attached to their fathers, showing the loyalty they have lost in the past whenever given the chance.

No, He had to find a riddle for Magnus to solve, to see if the guy had truly fallen completely.

I heard that Ugly Phoenix next door has started playing role-playing games, reorganizing the Emperor's Son's fleet, and it looks quite impressive.

And Angron would fight back every time he appeared, which seemed like he was just going through the motions.

Needless to say, Mortarion, after submitting to Nurgle, never calmed his twisted heart.

But the loving father needs all his family members to feel His love. Before Mortalian truly loved the loving father, he was always the one the loving father cared about most.

Poor Nurgle demons and even their mortal servants, instead of constantly fighting for it, they should consider changing their perspective and not loving their father so much; perhaps that would actually get them his attention.

Tzeentch finally realized that the severed heads in his hands could no longer be glued back together, so he simply threw them back into the well water and watched the clear bubbles collide.

A complete plan for the Messiah must be developed; everything before has been just a passing fancy.

Now He must carefully consider that He has endured this unchanging period of time before the change occurs. His own patience can overcome even the universe!

In 600 BC, in Macedonia, the family of Aaron.

“Father, don’t try to make Anglon climb the chimney. It’s not fun at all, and it just makes him all dirty.”

As soon as Aaron entered the house, he saw a scene that made his blood pressure rise: his elderly father was standing tall on the top of the chimney, calling out to his younger brother inside the chimney, urging him to climb faster.

Anda was caught red-handed, but he showed no fear. Instead, he spoke righteously and resolutely:

"Isn't this just playing with your brother? There aren't many entertainment facilities in this era, and we're not in a bad physical condition to worry about getting injured."

“Every time he climbed out, he would smear a mark on my face, and in the end, I became a big tabby cat.”

Anda showed off the irregular finger marks on his face, a smile, whether genuine or not, creeping onto his aged face:

"Hehe, look how much fun we're having. Why don't you give it a try? If you try to keep your body still, you should be able to climb up."

Aaron took a deep breath, ignoring the madman upstairs, went into the kitchen, carried Angron down, and asked Marum to fetch water.

"Brother! Brother! Dad said that after I completely blackened his face, he would take me to catch a real dragon as food!"

Angron, in his arms, raised his hands high and cheered loudly, also wiping Aaron's face with his own.

Chapter 317 Black King, you like being someone else's father, don't you? (4K)

More than 40,000 years after Aaron was turning Black Angron into White Angron, the Holy Terra.

It must be admitted that the existence of the Chaos Court is a secret that has already spread within a small circle within the Empire.

They were ultimately just ordinary people, no match for the First Legion's strict secrecy.

However, much of the Empire’s research into the warp and even demons stemmed from this, and the loyalty of the Chaos Court itself is beyond question.

Today's Chaos Court scholars are losing their hair, much like 21st-century college students watching their biology projects start attacking each other, with one's hair eating another's.

All the sorcery, or the instruments disguised as technology, hissed and crackled, the images of shattered psionic energy and the readings on their pointers all indicating a chaotic realm they had only recently dared to pay attention to—

The garden war has begun!

Following the plague war, thanks to the manifestation of the divine emperor and the existence of living saints, coupled with the factor of time disorder in the subspace.

The Nurgle believers in different parts of the galaxy observed the garden burning at different times.

Therefore, they captured Nurgle believers and used neurotoxins to numb their perception of time.

This will allow them to keep track of the Nurgle Realm until the aftereffects of the God Emperor's burning of the Garden of Eden have completely dissipated.

Of course, they also need to notify the Star Speakers and even the Navigators in various places not to mistake the light of the throne for the golden light and rush straight to the God Emperor who is glittering and slaughtering.

Otherwise, what they would have found upon arrival might have been the garden now engulfed in violence.