Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Angron hurriedly shook his head, and before he could speak, Marum shook his head and said:

"No, ancient organisms could not possibly react beyond the original organism's reaction."

Anglong also added:

“When I was with my dad before, he couldn’t swat mosquitoes, so I had to kill them!”

"No matter how fast those mosquitoes fly, I can catch them every time!"

Children often have a tendency to show off what they can do at home, as a way to prove their own worth.

He can catch such a tiny mosquito with ease, let alone a bat?

Aaron shook his head helplessly, picked up the broom from the corner, and sighed:

"Alright then, you slowly move the pot away, and I'll kick this guy out. We'll seal the windows and close the door tonight."

Angron seemed to be deep in thought. He didn't act immediately, but instead looked up and asked his brother seriously:

"Brother," he swallowed hard, "can we eat this?"

Aaron pondered:

“My father certainly doesn’t have any dietary restrictions, but our family hasn’t fallen to the point where we need to eat these kinds of things.”

"Just get rid of it today."

Anglong obediently said "okay," without showing any disappointment in his eyes, since his brother was definitely right anyway.

He moved both hands to the sides of the pot, then suddenly lifted it up.

To the three people's surprise, there was nothing on the ground; the pot hadn't covered anything at all.

But the three of them quickly realized the problem and grabbed the pot, turning it over. Sure enough, a shadow was clinging to the surface of the pot.

The shadow had now taken on a concrete shape, vaguely resembling a bat structure, but these structures were rapidly transforming into other things.

For example, a pale hand.

Aaron is hard to describe; the words "shadow" and "pale" can be put together.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the hand materialized and made a gesture of requesting a handshake.

It seemed to recognize that three people were watching it, and each made a move in one of three directions.

Unfortunately, no mouth grows on this hand, so it can't express its opinions.

Moreover, because it does not belong to this era, it is fading away rapidly and is on the verge of disappearing completely.

Aaron had a sudden idea. He suddenly took some leftover food and threw it in. It was the leftover food his father had eaten that night. Sure enough, he saw the hand firmly grasp the food and disappear into the shadows.

After that, I couldn't see anything anymore.

Anglong was frantic when he saw this; the thief he had finally managed to catch had just vanished!

His voice even sounded like he was about to cry:

"Brother, brother, the thief has disappeared!"

Aaron had already fallen into deep thought, and while comforting his younger brother, he said:

“I don’t think he meant any harm, he was just hungry. Keep this pot so you don’t have to cook in the future. Whenever you have something to eat or find some new ingredients, just throw some into it, and he won’t come to steal your things.”

Meanwhile, Marum stood to the side, his brows furrowed, remaining silent. His abilities lurked in the shadows; he seemed to be able to recall some Primarch names that corresponded to them.

Aaron must have realized this, which is why he avoided the main issue.

"Alright, let's observe the results for a few more days, then let's go to sleep tonight."

Aaron picked up his younger brother, gently patted his back, and soothed him to sleep before putting him inside.

Then he directly asked Marum:

"Can I assume that the hand I just saw was also a manifestation of the power of one of my younger brothers? If it were the power of a chaotic demon, I would be very sensitive to it, or I would simply ignore it."

"But that power just now felt very familiar to me."

Marum nodded emphatically and said:

"I can't tell right now whether it's Clarks or Coz. Regardless of their loyalty, both are extremely troublesome."

He always approaches problems from the most conservative and worst-case scenario.

Aaron, however, didn't seem to care and said:

"As long as he's my brother, that's fine. I promised Guilliman I'd personally correct those mistakes. Right now, it seems this brother just needs some food, and he's a bit mischievous and loves playing pranks?"

Marum felt he was not qualified to judge where Aaron and his brothers would ultimately end up, but for now he could only submit.

A bitter smile, similar to Guilliman's, appeared on Marum's face:

"I will continue to fight and never rest until a bright future is realized."

Aaron asked earnestly:

"Compared to actually fighting the enemy in the future, staying in this era to take care of that old man at home, shouldn't Guilliman give you some workers' compensation?"

A few months ago, he might have looked terrified, but now he appears calm and even somewhat agreeable.

But at least this psychological distress hasn't escalated to the point where he'd smother his own father with a pillow tonight.

Thirty thousand years later, in the city of the White Phoenix, in Tyreon.

Primarch, Lord of the Legion, Conrad Coz.

As they descended the stairs of their ship, their dark blue power armor treading on the pristine white plaza.

Today, there were no sickly scars or decorations on his face, but he was holding two braids of Dark Elfs in his hands, playing with their heads like yo-yos.

City of White Phoenix?

Eldar naming conventions are not typically reflected in the Empire's star charts.

However, some important areas will retain their original names so that scholars of the empire can immediately recognize their value.

This is the location of the white phoenix, the place considered the birthplace of a certain branch of the Eldar race.

The turmoil and upheavals of the Eldar empire in history were no less than the turbulent times of the human empires.

However, they are now history, and whether this place was the birthplace of the Eldar was irrelevant when the Eldar Empire was still powerful.

It is likely that only the record of Asuyan, who once appeared here as a white phoenix, remains.

It is said to be female.

It seems that the origin myth of the Eldar is not much different from the development history of humankind.

After intelligent civilizations formed tribes and civilizations, the earliest myths of racial creation were all brought about by a mother goddess.

His legion received a distress message before arriving in this world. Although it was sent using Eldar technology, the wording was very similar to human language.

They initially thought that a legion of their own was trapped here and had to borrow Eldar equipment.

They did indeed encounter two slave-hunting ships of the Dark Eldar outside of this world.

Therefore, the Primarch immediately led his troops forward, easily eliminating the enemy, and set foot in this desolate world with his spoils.

Looking around, the whole world is decaying.

The upheaval caused by the destruction of the Eldar Empire also impacted this remote world.

Only the white temple in the central area remains, still retaining its ancient and magnificent appearance, yet devoid of any vitality.

The distress signal came from the tightly closed main hall in front of them.

Koz, holding a braid in each hand, spun the head in his hands into a blur and loudly proclaimed:

"This world is now under the Empire's control, and the Emperor will protect the myriad galaxies!"

"The celestial enemies have been driven away by lightning. Show yourselves, everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door in front of him slowly open, and a spirit race member who looked humane cautiously poked his head out.

Chapter 322 Koz, I have some flatbread here (3K)

"It's an alien! Be on alert!"

Before the Primarch could react, the Night Wraith Guards on both sides had already blocked his way, raising their explosive muskets.

Furthermore, there were communication signals indicating that preparations were underway to contact orbital ships to launch bombing raids.

They didn't even consider whether they would get hit by the explosion.

Seeing this, the pointed-eared person, whose behavior was indistinguishable from a human's, hurriedly raised a cross pendant from around his neck.

"Messiah!"

"We are not alien beings who are enemies of humanity, but brothers who share the same faith as humanity!"

Upon hearing this, Astartes coldly sneered:

“Father, since the Great Crusade, how many aliens, in their desperate moments, have resorted to lies? They may have contributed to human history in the past, but in humanity's darkest times, they were also ruthless executioners and perpetrators!”

Coz nodded, but did not order the shooting to begin; he simply instructed the pointy-eared men to approach.

"Hey, you pointy-eared guys, raise your hands and come slowly over here. If I find any threat, I'll blow this planet to smithereens."

After he finished speaking, he threw the two heads of the Dark Elf in his hand. They rolled several times on the ground before stopping, their eyes wide open in death.

Seeing the miserable state of their kind, the pointy-eared man inside the door was actually delighted.

These dark Eldar are also enemies to them.

These were the two slave-hunting ships of the Dark Eldar that attacked this world, which no longer had much defense.

Those who sold their souls to demons had to hunt and capture other creatures with souls at any time to avoid terrible calamities.

“Father, we have no doubt about your wisdom, but allowing these aliens to survive has been considered an extremely dangerous act based on countless past experiences.”

The Primarch's offspring whispered that unless their father hadn't had enough fun and was about to capture a few more living Eldar for his use.

Koz simply maintained his smile, keeping his offspring on guard, while he himself stepped forward to meet these strange Eldar.

It's too apt to say they were popular among the people; these Eldar "priests" walked towards us with such respect.

Koz felt it was necessary to use this profession to refer to him.