Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

But that doesn't mean butterflies are abnormal.

My dad always rambles on like this when he's patching things up, but he has a wide range of knowledge.

He was greatly admired by Anglon.

My father and brother had previously discussed whether or not to have Uncle Marum take charge of their studies.

He found that although he could understand Uncle Marum's lectures, they were so boring that he fell asleep several times.

Thinking that there would be plenty of time in the future, Dad unilaterally refused this torment.

Many of my life lessons and knowledge came from my father's example and the subtle influence he had on me.

Does he hate his father?

I don't seem to have that feeling.

Then Anglong described it in detail:

"My dad is like the bland food I cook. Well, it's not great, but it's still tolerable. After all, even my brother can tolerate it, so what can't I tolerate?"

The Sphinx blurted out:

"Then you can always find a better father."

He wasn't afraid of Angron remaining silent; as long as the other party spoke, he could find an opportunity to exploit his words.

This has always been one of the tricks of the Tzeentch demons, and they don't mind even if their answers are more likely to lead Nurgle in their direction.

Angron did indeed ponder this question, and then voiced his doubts:

"But besides him, is there anyone else in this world who can be my father? Many uncles say I'm a monster."

"Only my dad didn't react when he heard this; he just urged me to hurry up and cook."

You silly boy, you're a monster he created himself!

Seeing that the other party was beginning to waver, Tzeentch rubbed the handle hard.

Pushing from behind:

"Show him the future! Directly reveal a terrifying and bloody future to him!"

Sphinx was puzzled. "Boss, you've made me guide two chaotic evil gods at the same time."

The other party's powerful soul-encompassing ability was a good fit for the benevolent father, while the future in the original timeline was filled with rage, which was exactly what the Blood God wanted.

The only problem is that this person is a bit slow-witted and not really suited for us. There's no need to take it so seriously.

What if I were slapped to death by a cursed person in this era?

This is a work injury! I'm not a demon, and I'm not part of you.

When Tzeentch's demons are away on business, they tend to have wild thoughts and even doubt their master's noble intentions.

This is why Tzeentch can sometimes be quite enigmatic, not clearly explaining to his men what to do.

Just like the first demon who tried to kill Anda, the boss never clearly explained who that person was, and he didn't even explain the "now 40,000 years later" to the demons.

The Sphinx is currently becoming paranoid due to too much pre-war intelligence being leaked.

But sometimes, the self-righteous independence of these subordinates is actually a little trick that Tzeentch uses to relieve his frustration.

The lesser demons may believe they are independent and autonomous, but in reality they are all under their control; this is the eternal law of the Chaos Authority.

The Great Lord of Change urged:

"Complete our plan as soon as possible, and I can promise you a promotion. After all, this is the beginning of another transformation of the Primarch, a grand plan."

Tzeentch is like a ruthless boss making empty promises; oh, he is a ruthless boss to begin with.

He suddenly dropped the handle and focused all his attention back on the battle with Nurgle.

A terrible sense of danger just now surged into my heart.

Damn it, that madman who only knows how to chop off heads is here again.

You didn't care about these things before.

I've only just begun corrupting Angron, and there's a high probability I'll still become your demonic archetype. The outcome is the same as the original timeline, isn't it?

Sigh, this little dog is so naughty, it's going to get bitten a few more times.

In the pre-Christian era, after the boss mysteriously disappeared while making empty promises, leaving only the Sphinx, he was forced to reveal the terrible and terrifying future.

It all began with that ancient, forbidden creation.

It doesn't possess the real thing, but it can make the current Angron aware of the suffering he will endure in the real future.

Experience the tragedy of being corrupted by that creation.

Come forth, O Butcher's Nail—

No, something has happened! A new being has arrived!

A great, colorless light covered the Sphinx's eyes, and it saw—

There are two hands, with what appear to be some scars on their palms, that are reshaping history.

ka ka ka-

History, historical records, and knowledge are collapsing!

Restructuring!

To follow the whims of a certain transcendent individual, to do as one pleases!

This is exactly what Jiang Qi has been dreaming of!

The voice spoke:

"I will prevent that filth from appearing."

Thus, the history of the Butcher's Nail was dissolved.

"I thought that all I had to do was save my brother, but now it seems I have to clean up the whole history."

The voice was pure, and finally reached out to touch Angron's head before disappearing.

Chapter 334 Would Khorne be interested in mechanical heads and oily blood? (3K)

"Brother, was that you just now?"

"I think I saw someone trying to put something on my head, but they all disappeared the next moment."

Anglong looked up at the sky with curiosity, as if his brother had just been beside him.

The Sphinx, who was originally meant to reveal his so-called painful future, was now nothing but a robe lying on the ground, covering biological tissue that had completely turned into pus.

In a world unknown to him, the benevolent father and the ever-changing master had a complete falling out, and the cooperation that had been painstakingly forged was shattered.

Therefore, it can no longer maintain a normal physique, nor can it conceal the aura of a demon.

It turns out that they didn't need to go to great lengths to find any clues or intelligence; they just needed to wait patiently for the demons to come to them, even if they learned to disguise themselves.

Anglong gathered some branches from the roadside, built a fire, and lit it. His brother said that good children don't play with fire, but this was to eliminate filth.

I have once again contributed to a better tomorrow for this world!

Anglong immediately banished all those images from his mind and continued searching for the ingredients he needed.

Not far behind him, the old father was perched on a tree trunk, watching his son.

Phew—thankfully, I don't have to go through that pain again.

What just interrupted the demon's power?

Aaron?

Adachi rolled over and leaned against the tree branch, just like many handsome male protagonists do.

However, he misjudged the weight the branch could bear, causing him to fall.

But he was too lazy to get up from the ground, so he just lay there and thought about what went wrong.

Clearly, Nurgle and Tzeentch's collaboration created some creatures that lacked any demonic aura.

It's just moving some ghostly thing that doesn't exist in this time over here.

For example, clams, pseudo-humans, etc.

These are all products of excessive gene editing by people in the future.

Objectively speaking, my idea to create the Primarch was inspired by this.

Forget it, whatever. That's tens of thousands of years from now. Why am I even thinking about it?

And it's so good to have someone to back you up. Aaron, what exactly are you?

No, I need to be careful. Is this some kind of trick by the Black King to deliberately highlight Aaron's importance?

If something happens that you can't understand at all, it must be either Tzeentch or your future self playing tricks on you.

Instead of thinking about these headaches, he should think about what new dishes he can eat at Anglon tonight and imagine what they will taste like.

The old man stood up, brushed the leaves off his body, chewed on a twig he had randomly picked, and swayed home.

He was so focused on his youngest son that he forgot his eldest son was still lying motionless on the chopping board in the yard.

More than 40,000 years later, on the planet Norbert.

"Sicarios, what do you think about us cutting off the heads of these robots now that the enemy isn't attacking?"

Aaron also had some limitations, believing that attacking the head of a humanoid enemy was a good method.

After all, he had never seen a space beetle repair enemy soldiers.

Sicarius simply activated his personal recording device, describing the various data points within the Exorcism Dead Zone.

Based solely on the natural data, everything appears normal.

"Aaron, please wait until I finish processing the data before answering your question. The data obtained from this exploration is crucial."

Aaron shrugged, holding the beetle in one hand and the skull of the space necromancer warrior in the other, gesturing:

"Then you need to make a clear comparison. Everything is normal because I'm here. How dangerous this place would be without me?"