Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The poor old man, who always longed to show off in front of others and gain people's respect, has just lost his chance.

He had already kicked half of his leg into the warp rift, searching for Nurgle's fat face.

The war between gods can sometimes be so simple and straightforward, involving punches and kicks.

There was no difference between this and a battle between a country bumpkin and a villager.

The poor, loving father was inexplicably kicked several times.

But he unleashed all his anger on Tzeentch.

Because the loving father already understood that the information Tzeentch provided this time was indeed true, and the timing matched.

But something crucial was missing: Aaron. While he loved his brother, he also truly loved his father.

Chapter 318 Imperial Edict: Don't Play with Poop (4K)

The Lord of Humanity's fierce kick to the Lord of Corruption is probably something no one cares about except the Empire.

However, the war between Nurgle and Tzeentch has become commonplace in the vast galaxy.

After all, it would be a problem if the two of them didn't fight.

As a result, the Imperial fleet was much safer when traversing the warp.

Some navigators, while gazing toward the constellation—whether flickering candlelight or a magnificent spectacle—may glimpse a sacred, hairy leg kicking toward the grand yet corrupt lake of life.

Every word and action of these navigators during their work is recorded by special personnel. Without a doubt, this is the divine power of the Emperor dispelling the filth of the plague and ruin!

As records of living saints and mysterious legions engulfed in flames appeared more frequently throughout the empire, they gradually spread.

People have no choice but to believe that this is the divine miracle brought about by the prayers of countless compatriots!

But how should this record be described?

"Praise the God-Emperor's large feet?"

They also wanted to exchange it for sacred objects from the state religion. Others had seen living saints, or that someone had been protected by the God-Emperor and escaped safely from a place of certain death, covered in golden light.

I still don't know how to say "the God Emperor's big feet".

However, these were not things that Aaron in the pre-Christian era needed to worry about; he only heard his old father begin to wail:

"Oh no, I'm stuck! Aaron! Marum! Come quick, come to my rescue!"

Black King kicked so hard that most of Anda's leg went inside.

After switching back, Anda lost all his previous enthusiasm and felt as if he had slipped into a squat toilet.

Moreover, it was a bit restrictive; I couldn't pull my legs out for a while, and I had to endure the disgusting feeling of sewage washing over my thighs.

You can probably imagine countless maggots swarming all over the surface of your hair follicles with their soft bodies.

When you stir it, you might even come across some solid objects that you don't know what they are.

Anda was completely numb. He wished that Black King could at least mention it to him before going too far, even though he was also furious about who deserved the title of father.

But after that kick, he was the only one who suffered. Forty thousand years later, his humanity was shattered into pieces, so how could he possibly remember those disgusting feelings?

Seemingly due to the "power of the God-Emperor," the subspace rift that had been grinning like a smile began to close, but this was precisely because the power currently holding the rift in place belonged to the great Lord of Humanity.

So much so that this part of the crack itself doesn't know whether it should continue to heal and restore itself to a state that fits the current era, or expand a little more so that the Lord of Mankind can pull his leg out of the cesspool.

Marum was quite dutiful in his role as housekeeper. He quickly ran over, grabbed his grandfather's armpits, and pulled him out like a radish.

"And what about my old arms and legs? Couldn't you be a little gentler? What if you break my leg?!"

Anda started cursing, the warp rift gripping his skin. This little thing couldn't be called the Gates of Hell; at most, it was just a crack in Hell.

There is no demonic entity in the cognitive sense that it can destroy; it is more likely to be one of the natural phenomena that exist in this world itself.

So much so that the old man couldn't think of a solution to the problem for a while.

This is similar to the common belief that one can cut water with a knife.

Marum lowered his entire waist, gathered his energy in his dantian, and suddenly exerted force, not forgetting to comfort him:

“Sir, you are immortal; limb regeneration is nothing to you.”

In the distance, Angron was accompanying his brother, providing emotional support to the patients by having them sculpt their faces.

He gradually sensed something was wrong; all the filth and pollution on the material had been cleaned up by that thunderbolt.

Whether measured by the medical knowledge of their time or by future high-tech medical instruments, these people are healthy.

But spiritual pollution does indeed come from the power of the loving father.

After all, it was one of the Chaos Gods, and the subsequent spiritual pollution would require persistent external environmental intervention to correct.

It's not a big problem, but these people who are believers in the god of medicine will occasionally be interested in more corrupt things.

They wouldn't have made much of a splash in this era, and might even be considered by later generations as the founders of corrupt medicine.

In modern medicine, the waste products produced in a patient's body are also a key focus of medical analysis.

Angron keenly sensed these emotional shifts:

Huh, how come there are other people who like to play with poop just like Dad?

He was about to tell his brother about his discovery when he turned around and saw Uncle Marum standing behind his father, doing something strange.

He was putting in a lot of effort, even with a certain rhythm.

Only after the old thing was completely pulled out did the subspace rift on the ground completely close.

"Ouch—it hurts like hell! All the hair on my leg is gone!"

After being freed, Anda's first reaction was to lament that the hair on one of his legs had been completely removed.

The entire skin was covered in an abnormal reddish-brown patch that spread along the distribution of hair follicles, which was hardly a beautiful sight.

Some people, upon seeing this, might as well think they should just let their leg hair grow back.

"Brother, what are Dad and Uncle doing? They both look so tired, covered in sweat."

Anglong raised his head and asked in a low voice.

Aaron just sneered:

"If we're just talking about the actions, it might mean that the father's back is uncomfortable and he's asking for help to straighten it."

"But if you ask why you should pull it out, it's like putting your hand into a bracelet that's obviously too big, or wearing a small ring. You can put it in, but you can't take it out."

He calmed down and focused on teaching his younger brother:

"The most important aspect of human emotion is the ability to anticipate danger and to restrain one's curiosity about danger. For example, if you see your mother with a cherished piece of jewelry, you certainly shouldn't think of it as a marble to play with on the ground."

"Don't even think about picking up a big rock and throwing it into the latrine. At least stay far away, instead of getting close just to see how big the splash is. Or stand there like an idiot while others are already preparing to throw rocks. These can all be called a lack of awareness of danger."

Angron's understanding seems to be somewhat off track:

“I can understand that, but Dad is immortal, so all dangers are no danger to him. It doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with taking a risk.”

Aaron's face turned cold upon hearing this:

"Alright, you've never jumped into a cesspool in your life, why don't you jump in and give it a try?"

Anglong hurriedly shook his head like a rattle-drum:

"I'd rather not have that kind of experience! But brother, I just sensed something special, a kind of mindset that makes these uncles and aunts keen to study the decay that occurs in the body. For example, the festering and suppurating of wounds, and even excrement."

Angron quickly changed the subject, but the new topic didn't sound very clean either.

Aaron frowned. What kind of aftereffect was this? Although it didn't sound like a big deal.

But Macedonia, which previously avoided becoming a city of dung, is now at risk of falling.

No, we have to find a solution. Aaron needs to personally examine the mental states of these patients.

There's no need to tear off their scalps, lift their skulls, and stick your hands into their brains to study them.

Instead, it involves confirming the extent of mental pollution in these individuals through conversations and dialogues, and whether it has reached a level that affects their normal lives.

If the study of filth is solely for medical purposes, then it might actually sound somewhat beneficial.

But there's no need for so much, because of the previous activities of the healer's followers, there are now more than a hundred people gathered here, ready to witness Uncle Lessaré's healing.

Even immortal and indestructible!

Unfortunately, all I saw was the slaughter of monsters, and I myself was corrupted.

If no one interferes, the monster that this uncle has turned into will truly be immortal.

Just as Aaron was about to talk to someone, his father's deep voice came from behind him:

"No need. What's the point of you associating with these people? Be careful they don't lead you astray, and the food you cook will taste weird from now on."

Anda tore off a piece of her shirt and made it into a simple apron to cover her legs. With an elegant demeanor, she strolled over.

"As I said before, all human emotions are nothing more than the frequency of neural electrical signals flowing in the brain. As long as I disassemble their brains and modify the abnormal neural circuits, the problem will be solved, and everyone will be cured completely, without a single one left."

Marum stood beside the master, holding up a huge rock to block out the sun, though it was unclear whether he was truly trying to shield the master from the sun or intending to crush him to death.

Out of the meticulousness expected of an extreme warrior, he whispered his suggestion:

"My lord, perhaps we can preserve the guidance of one or two devout individuals. This would contribute to the development of medicine in human civilization and is essentially a resistance against the corrupt ruler."

Anda was furious when he heard that this kid was always undermining him.

"Can't you just let me finish what I have to say? I'll ask around beforehand to see if anyone is willing to keep it to themselves, and then we can discuss it further."

"And in this era, how are people supposed to distinguish the medical symbols represented by excrement? Is it the smell, the actual taste in the mouth, or the most basic appearance, color, and softness?"

"Haha, don't be ridiculous. If someone has diarrhea, wouldn't they know their stomach is upset? Before human civilization came into contact with the microscopic world, these things didn't really have much meaning. In the end, it was just about one concept: maintaining hygiene."

Adachi's understanding in this regard is quite reasonable, after all, he has a comprehensive understanding of various stages of human civilization.

If you want to play with poop, it's not too late to do it after we have microscopes and various analytical instruments.

There's no need to force people who haven't even entered the feudal era to start having perverse tastes.

"Alright, Aaron, Marum, go and find a way to borrow some cloth. I'll clean it up, and then we'll set up a medical tent."

Anda gave the instructions:

"And Anglong, when you come back, don't let anyone pinch your cheeks. Have you forgotten your mother's teachings? Be careful that you don't grow up and your baby fat won't go away."