Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Mortarian took a deep breath:

"Your personality hasn't changed at all. Don't mention that word again. It's the most terrifying thing in the world. They have the inherent right to exploit their offspring. They want to mold the next generation into the way they want them to be."

He took the scale and put it in his pocket.

Lerian strolled over to his brother, curiously tapped Mortalian's power armor on his thigh, and leaned in to examine its structure.

The clothes he, Magnus, and Angron wore were closer to the demons themselves than to technological devices.

"I thought there would be a catheter or something inside—"

After looking around, Lerian made this assessment, shook his head in disappointment, and walked away, heading straight for the hall where he was to be received.

The man already knew about his role-playing, so he prepared a set of human-sized tables and chairs.

Mortarian was actually a child who could be entrusted with important responsibilities, but he lacked confidence.

So he focused more on doing these things, arrangements that he felt he could easily make, but when faced with important matters, he backed down.

"Now can you tell me about my plan?"

The handsome young man, who looked exactly like a nobleman from ancient Terra, sat elegantly, leaning back in his chair.

"I need to steal something from the boss. If Conrad can play hide-and-seek on his ship, I should be able to avoid being exposed if I only contact him for a day or two."

Mortarian asked in confusion:

"There's a saying in Ancient Terra: 'A wise man doesn't stand under a crumbling wall.' Why bother harassing a grumpy old lion? He was just sent back by Angron, and he still has the equipment his father gave him."

As he spoke these words, he recalled the scene of his father's sword being held by the despicable Guilliman.

"Or is this just a way for you to satisfy your desires through this dangerous behavior?"

Lerian laughed heartily, yet maintained her elegant demeanor.

"Hahaha—that's not right. Can't I contribute to our great cause of chaos? The thing I'm going to steal can help my fleet completely hide the aura of chaos, avoid the starlight of the throne, and arrive in Terra without anyone noticing."

He steered the conversation to the main point, which could probably explain why Ugly Phoenix was training his legion to return to the state it was in more than 10,000 years ago.

Mortarian frowned, and before he could speak, his brother commented again:

"Don't scrunch your eyebrows together. Do you think my plan is outlandish or are you worried about me? You look a lot like the fourth brother. You two look like this when you have an episode."

“Even Conrad—oh, how many times have I mentioned that name today—is the brother I feel most sorry for.”

The handsome young man's expression suddenly became somewhat irritated, and he quickly waved his hand:

"Forget about that. Our deal is done. Just take my extra plans as a joke. Anyway, I didn't expect you to be of any help with these plans. You hate Father the most, and you don't get along with the eldest brother either."

Mortarian remained silent, and then indeed followed his brother's advice, relaxing his eyebrows and trying his best to maintain a calm state of mind.

Even those somewhat grayish and withered skin appeared radiant.

“Many people hope that I can open up, but sometimes I feel that this is the source of my strength.”

"Perhaps I should be more open-minded, but there really is something I can do to help you."

Lerian stretched out her fingers and plucked the dead skin from the corner of her lips.

This is an unavoidable situation caused by the long-term mental exertion of the human body. If humans are perfect on their own, then why do we need makeup techniques?

The pursuit of perfection should not have resulted in the withering of these physical bodies.

He asked:

"I really underestimated you. Tell me, what can you do for me? Command your legion to launch a frontal attack on that old lion? I never expected you to regain control of the legion."

Surprisingly, Mortarian was able to simply ignore these jokes and not react at all.

"My legion has always been in my hands."

"Let's get straight to the point. I can help you conceal your presence for a period of time, ensuring that the lion won't detect you. This is only for you; it can't replace what you're looking for."

Upon hearing this, Lerian sat up straight, her eyes softening with gentle warmth.

"Really? I thought you were going to have some fun with me."

Bang!

Mortarian smashed the table in front of him with a single punch. His eyebrows were indeed furrowed; his face was flushed red with rage.

"That's enough. I hate you guys. No matter what happens, you have absolutely no sense of guilt."

"What I can give you is a wig, said to have fallen naturally from my father. Not long ago, some lost treasures of Terra were brought to the garden, and my men found this wig among them."

"Interestingly, it bears traces of Magnus, one of the countless cursed objects created by his sorcery. Long ago, humans believed that obtaining another person's hair allowed them to cast a curse."

"However, it seems these witchcraft spells were unsuccessful."

Mortarion ordered his men to retrieve the treasure, which was then supported by gold. The sacred objects on it had vanished, but it was no longer something that ordinary demons could touch.

When Lerian saw the treasure, her eyes lit up with joy. Without hesitation, she picked it out and put it on her head.

"I thought Magnus had some kind of peculiar fetish for his father, but is this really hair?"

"Why does it feel like the curl at the roots of my hair is a little different?"

Mortarian chimed in casually:

“The casting of magical artifacts always involves too much external power, which may be due to changes caused by high-temperature baking.”

"As long as it works, it's better than your current silver hair, which is less noticeable."

After putting on this strange wig, Lerian indeed felt that her disguise was even better. With her psionic energy completely suppressed, she looked like a human to anyone.

When the mood strikes, he might stand up and sing and dance wildly, even losing control of his true nature and revealing his demonic form, inviting his brothers...

Even the Death Guards on the side had to lower their heads to avoid being misled and doing something inappropriate in front of their father.

Only Mortarian remained indifferent to this beauty.

“I don’t expect this brotherly reunion to last long. Now that we have each achieved our goals, I’d better see you out.”

Faced with this coldness, Lerian restrained her beauty, her face showing a helpless expression as if the other party didn't appreciate her worth.

"Fine, you've always been like this since we met. Well then, I salute you. My goal will definitely be achieved. See you in Terra."

Mortarian shuddered:

"Then forget it. I never want to set foot on Terra again."

Chapter 320 Red-faced Angron and the Food-Stealing Bats (3K)

Although Aaron was willing to believe what his father said, after returning home he still tried to send a message to his mother, asking the people at the temple to pay more attention to those believers.

My father always overlooks things, and I always have to clean up after him.

My mother has been extremely busy these past few days and hasn't been home for a long time.

The contamination committed by the followers of the God of Healing is only publicly discovered.

My mother also needs to find a way to manage more believers in the gods. The sea god believers there have actually gone to the riverbanks and the undercurrents leading from the sea to the inland to seek ways to release tsunamis.

Even more fanatical believers in the sun god attempted to sacrifice living beings in exchange for a year of blazing sunshine and no dark clouds!

It seems that only when heaven and earth bring down disasters and believers suffer as a result does the greatness of God become more apparent.

So Erda arrested all of them and threw them into the old pigsty. The unruly sea god was thrown into the sea, and the sun god was tied to his statue to continue sunbathing.

Erda sometimes even began to doubt her control over the Temple of the Sun.

She's clearly the one who's on the right track, so why are all the Sun God believers from other places so fervent?

As an immortal being, she herself had long since ceased to harbor tyrannical thoughts towards humanity.

Yet humans are so cruel to themselves.

These followers of the contemporary gods are relatively easy to deal with, but the followers of the more ancient Titans are more troublesome.

On the one hand, they won't openly confront others; on the other hand, when they're up to something behind the scenes, people might only find out when danger strikes.

On the other hand, these guys' religious rituals are much more ancient, and the sacrifices of contemporary gods could never kill people.

That is, slaughtering livestock.

When blasphemy leads to executions, it often happens in political arenas or among the general populace as a form of political or cultural execution of enemies. True believers don't really care about such things.

This is more like a sanction under folk law, and it is not offered to the gods.

As for the followers of those ancient gods, just like the followers of Gaia before them, who knows if some of them have already begun to dismember their fellow beings and arrange them in various strange positions in the world, praying for the revival of ancient power.

As a result, Erda had to channel his power into the clouds to spy on the surrounding area, and if he found anything amiss, he would strike down with a bolt of lightning.

The last time they did this was by throwing knives down from the sky.

Macedonia: Erda 24/7 Security System activated!

Therefore, when Aaron or Anglon misses their mother, they can simply look up and call out in the yard.

My mother is busy with work, but she still has to cook meals at home.

Once inside, Anglong had a clear goal: head straight for the kitchen, even skipping the front door. He leaped through the kitchen window, thankfully avoiding the pot.

Otherwise, I would have thought he was going to cook himself into a clay pot rice dish.

Aaron was quite impressed with Angron's kitchen safety awareness. It was hard to say how good the food would be, but at least he wouldn't hurt himself.

He had to change the fifth child's fodder and water before going in to help, but he had barely picked up the wood-chopping knife when he heard his younger brother's terrible screams coming from the kitchen:

"Wow! Where are my ingredients?!"

"Dad! Brother! Uncle Marum!"

"I've lost everything I prepared beforehand!"

"It must be that mysterious guy who leaves no trace stealing food again!"

The Primarch's loud, clear howl was so powerful it hurt people's ears and even blew open doors and windows.

Those simple, meaningless roars even stirred up the crowd, making their blood boil, and they wanted to raise their weapons and attack the enemy thief whose existence was still unknown.

It might not have that much of an impact on this family.

This led to the adults in the neighborhood starting to interrogate their children about whether they had stolen anything.

Each of them carried a convenient stick, unsure of where they would strike later.