Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"By the way, let me tell you what Marum went to do."

"Remember those two pointy-eared people when we performed in Athens? Those aliens were indeed up to no good. Your mother discovered that the followers of the god of war were stirring up war. The image of the god they left behind was not Ares, but the pointy-eared god of war, named something like Bloodhand Kane."

"Heh, my name is Black Hand Anda."

Aaron asked doubtfully, "I think they are good people, so it shouldn't have been them."

Anda nodded:

"It has nothing to do with those two-eared people; they're trying to spread the faith of the Lord of Mankind and call their companions to come—"

He paused, his expression proud, and emphasized the words "Lord of Mankind," pointing to himself before continuing.

"You have to distinguish between individuals and races. Just because you meet one or two good people doesn't mean that their entire race is full of good people."

"Now look what's happened. Their kind who have come here may have already started spreading war, so your mother has taken Marum under her wing."

Chapter 338 Peturabo Automatic Fishing Machine (3K)

"We are citizens of two countries, after all. Speak more seriously."

Aaron was still unwilling to give up on his efforts to reform his father into a normal person.

The latter indeed straightened his posture and adopted a very serious expression:

"Then let's talk about something that I should take seriously: the fishing competition! It doesn't matter whether they win this final battle or not, but at least they can't let my competition be interrupted!"

"I've been notified that I've passed the first stage and will soon be moving on to the next stage of the competition!"

"By then, with the points system, not many people will be in the negative; everyone will be an expert, and at least everyone can catch a fish. Right now, what I need to focus on most is solving the problem of how to catch fish."

Aaron casually remarked:

"Just have Marum swim underwater and hang a few on you."

Anda beamed with joy upon hearing this; these were exactly the words he had been waiting for:

"Hehe, remember this well. This suggestion was yours, not something I insisted on doing myself."

He was overjoyed and wanted to celebrate, but there was no such instrument at the time, so he jumped up from the table and wandered over to the fifth brother, who was focused on eating.

He hugged the donkey's neck and laughed heartily, scaring the fifth brother so much that he didn't even dare to eat, looking utterly depressed.

What's wrong with this old man today? He won't eat properly, and now he's trying to scare a donkey!

He can't actually want to eat donkey meat hot pot, can he?

Aaron knew he had fallen for his father's treacherous scheme and had no words to say.

I don't think I need to ask him to wash the pots and pans; I should just do it myself.

After tidying up in the kitchen, the remaining uneaten food was placed in a small basket.

Feeding the animals here has become a habit; hopefully, the mysterious little brother will enjoy the meal.

I don't know if it suits my taste, but the other party has no other means of communication, so all they show is a hand, without a mouth or ears.

Next time, I'll try to come up with a menu that can be recognized by that hand. We need to change things up every now and then.

Aaron suddenly had an idea to verify what exactly the soul was.

He really wanted to help Guilliman defeat the Necromancer.

Why not start with this old man at home? Anyway, he's immortal, so he won't die no matter what we do with him.

Aaron, with a smile on his face, tidied up the house and snuggled up next to his father.

Before he could even speak, the creature seemed to sense the danger of its prey and became wary of this malevolent son approaching.

If this son keeps calling me "old man," and suddenly his attitude becomes nice, he's definitely up to no good and has a lot of bad intentions.

Anda said coldly:

"Stop! Stop! Put away your dangerous ideas!"

Aaron gave him a look that said, "You don't appreciate my kindness," and shook his head, saying:

“There’s no danger. I’ve thought of a way to help you catch fish and also make a name for yourself in front of others.”

Hearing this, Anda's expression softened slightly, and he asked:

"What method? Are you sure you don't want to embarrass me?"

To be honest, he had no doubt that Aaron could find a way to catch a fish.

But whether the fame one gains is a good one or a bad one is uncertain.

Aaron sighed:

"Imagine if there were an automatic fishing machine next to you that could catch fish on its own without you having to operate it. Everyone would think you've reached the point where you don't even need a fishing rod."

"How amazing this scene must be."

"Don't you sometimes say something like 'no sword in hand, but a sword in heart'? This is what it means to have no fishing rod in hand."

Aaron wanted to use this method to determine whether Uncle Poseidon's curse was focused on his father as an individual or extended to other concepts.

For example, this automatic fishing machine, which serves the father, is also cursed.

Or is it that once you break free from your father's control, you won't be affected by this?

This way, one can understand the scope of the concept of the soul.

Once this scope is defined, we can explore the behavioral pattern of higher-level undead controlling lower-level undead and issuing combat commands.

The elderly father started the fishing machine and then left it to its own devices.

Just like when the high command of the Necromancers issues a battle plan and activates the protocols of the lower-level combat units.

Aaron still believed that the way to defeat the space necromancers lay in his own research.

If we can find this way, it will help Guilliman!

The old father still looked bewildered, as if his son, whom he knew he hadn't raised properly since childhood, had suddenly appeared and was now trying to make some investments with his life savings, spouting all sorts of enticing promises.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, I asked with a hint of doubt:

“Son, are you sure this will make me famous instead of making me lose face? You know, my face is no longer useful when I go out, and I don’t know when it will recover.”

Aaron looked confident.

"Oh, just listen to me. I'll go find Xiao Pei later and ask her to get a simple blueprint. We'll make it according to this blueprint tonight, and you can make all the materials yourself."

"That `s a deal."

Before his father could agree, Aaron insisted on making the decision. Then, thinking of Xiao Pei, he rammed his head against the door.

This method of searching for one's own brother hasn't been used for a long time, as it's quite dangerous.

"Hey! I never said I wouldn't agree, why are you threatening me with death? You unfilial descendant!"

Poor Anda watched helplessly as her son collapsed and passed out in front of the gate, without hearing a sound of impact.

Sigh, they say raising sons is for old age security, but these sons are all troublesome, even the eldest isn't the original body, and they're already like this.

Anda felt a pang of emotion, but also a faint hope that what Aaron had said would come true.

An automatic fishing machine, placed right next to me.

Then everyone knows that it belongs to them. The fish caught by this fishing machine jump up one after another, like a futuristic mechanical assembly line.

Ah, the splashing water, the slapping of the fish's body!

This scene is a game-changer for any angler!

The thought that this scenario could one day happen to her made Adachi hum a soft tune:

"Today is a beautiful day!"

(Today is a good day~)

They're so full of energy!

Thirty thousand years later, on the planet Slyon.

The name of this world is not remarkable, not as impressive as places like Sisala and Istvan, which are the sites of major future battles.

However, from today onwards, Sleon will be inextricably linked with the title of Iron Warrior.

Precisely because of its ordinariness, it was precisely because it was "coordinated" by Peturabo from the Imperial domestic policy that it became one of the several worlds of the factory.

The research and development and main production bases are naturally located on the home planet or in worlds where they cooperate with other siblings.

But Peturabo's ambition lies in the Milky Way.

The wider his factories were spread, the closer they became to the empire's borders.

Imagine a future cataclysmic change in the galaxy, leading to military uprisings!

With a single call from him, all factories could be converted into military factories on the spot!

Wherever rebellion breaks out, he can turn the tide and save the collapsing empire.

This demonstrates that he has a more far-reaching strategic vision than his brothers!

Why doesn't the old father obediently hand over the throne to me?

Therefore, when the various departments of the Empire see records of military training and large-scale military weapons production in these civilian factories of the Steel Hearts, they should take note.

Everyone should turn a blind eye.

I, Peturabo, am not an unreasonable person; I will pay all the taxes and benefits that are due.

I am the emperor's son, what else can I do? Of course, I'm doing all this to protect the empire, not to rebel!

So this is what it feels like to manage interpersonal relationships and control politics; the thirteenth prince is quite capable of it.

Why can't I, the fourth brother, do it!

With the recent stabilization of the war, he has also begun to eagerly learn from the strengths of his brothers, touching upon aspects that he had previously overlooked.

This learning was extraordinary; Peturabo nearly attained enlightenment!

Previously, it was about coordinating (threatening) various departments to serve one's own interests, but now that there are mutual benefits involved, they are begging to serve one's own interests!

If I had mastered these political skills earlier, would I have needed to resort to violence to achieve success back in Olympia?