Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron doesn't have those bad habits; it sounds like there's only an Ultra Warrior and a donkey in the house.

Surely they didn't learn it from that donkey.

Then he said:

“If you see your mother, greet her. I have actually seen her once, from afar. On the edge of that artificial grassland, my father arranged this paradise in Terra, where the environment has been completely destroyed.”

"Based on my first impression, I always felt that asking my mother for help was a dangerous thing. She might use witchcraft to turn my hair red or even turn me into a child."

Aaron was about to retort, but after thinking about it, he realized that it did make sense.

Every few years, the mother could come up with some bizarre "fashion" ideas for the temple's architectural style and the servants' service. If a son suddenly appeared who could put those ideas into practice, then naturally, they would emerge as well:

The terrifying situation of "your mom thinks you should look like this".

He could only promise:

"Okay, I'll remember. I'll make sure to state the conditions clearly, and there won't be any sudden flashes of inspiration from my mother."

Aaron examined Ryan's almost completely healed wound closely again and asked curiously:

“Tell me in detail what happened to you. I know about the pointy-eared people, you call them the Eldar. Since there are Dark Eldar who attacked you and are your enemies, there must be other species that can cooperate with humans.”

"I want to figure these things out; I've even seen two people with pointed ears myself."

When Ryan heard his brother's question, he didn't know where to begin. There was too much to explain if he started from the beginning, and Aaron might not be able to understand the logic behind seeking warp travel artifacts from the dark side of the Empire to the merchant ronin dynasty.

He could only quickly intervene in the conversation:

"I was initially helping a caravan acquire an artifact, an artifact that could protect them from attacks in the warp."

"We found a planet that might contain artifacts, and were subsequently attacked, but it wasn't the Dark Eldar yet. Unfortunately, the caravan that initially made the pact was wiped out. Afterwards, Eldar approached us; they were the ones you mentioned who could cooperate. In fact, they were the ones who initially had connections with Guilliman."

"I guess they mistook someone for someone else and left alone. They eventually encountered a new caravan that was also looking for the artifact. Their leader is named Relian, and his caravan recently collapsed and is being rebuilt. If they can get their hands on the artifact, they can make a comeback."

"He had black hair, was handsome, and wore the noble uniform of ancient Terra. He was a Terran. People say that those ancestors were of Terran blood, but their lineage was too distant, so they could only show that they were Terrans in this way. Sorry, I'm getting a bit carried away. The man's appearance and hair gave me a feeling of my father. They must have looked very similar at some point."

Ryan's gaze held a hint of reminiscence. He couldn't detect anything different about Leilian, only that she seemed to resemble the stereotypical Terran, and appeared even more resolute than his father had been in his youth.

He could always see his father's shadow in Leilian.

The merchant ronin dynasty was destroyed, but with just a contract, he was able to regroup his troops, make a comeback, and pursue a great cause.

How similar she is to her father!

He quickly gathered his thoughts and got to the point:

"Our fleet began to relocate the artifact's location, but our actions attracted an attack from the Dark Eldar. No major problems, we routed the enemy, and I only suffered minor injuries, so I'm back here to rest."

“Since I left when I was younger, only regular teams have been here to change supplies, but no one has been allowed to live here. I’ve finally found some peace and quiet.”

"I will return to the real world shortly to help Relian find the artifact."

Aaron nodded, then asked:

"The range of the night sky that can be observed from this area seems to have changed. Do you know why?"

Ryan's aged face turned somewhat bitter, as if the question was something he found difficult to answer.

Aaron, keenly aware of this, quickly said:

"Never mind, if it's something upsetting, tell me when you've figured it out. Tell me about those Dark Eldar."

Ryan let out a long sigh and followed Aaron's words:

"The Eldar gods were destroyed by their endless followers, whose mad indulgence awakened or shaped some of the most evil beings in the Warp."

"That was one of the Chaos Evil Gods, which caused the collapse of the Spirit Race civilization. As a result, all living beings could not escape the fate of having their souls devoured by the evil god after death."

"Some try to find remnants of past beliefs to protect themselves, others return to primitive life or seek a path, and still others seek protection from soul stones. These are all ways to protect the soul."

"The Dark Eldar are those who inherited this indulgent behavior. In order to prevent their own souls from being devoured, they instead hunt and torment other living beings, attempting to please the evil gods with this torture so that they may be spared."

Ryan spoke in a flat tone; the fall of the Eldar Empire and their current tragic state did not elicit any sympathy from him.

After all, we're all galactic overlords. The warp has been working so hard, how come you're still alive?

"So I smashed their heads, stuffed their braids into their tracheas, and welded them shut with a hot melt gun, carefully controlling the temperature."

"Then give each of them a knife and have them cut open each other's tracheas to try and breathe."

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not a pervert. It was those Eldar who I could barely cooperate with who taught me this. The sins of the Dark Eldar are countless. The pain they suffer before death helps them summon evil gods instead of using it as an opportunity to escape."

Ryan assured Aaron that he was simply going along with the local customs and, based on the Eldar's offer of cooperation, was eliminating the bad elements of the Eldar.

He won't develop any psychological abnormalities because of this kind of torture.

These scenarios made Aaron start to have some strange, random thoughts. He had heard his father mention them when he was rambling on.

In the future, some surgeries may indeed involve cutting open the trachea to help patients breathe.

"Alright, I've gained a lot of crucial knowledge from this meeting. We still have some time, so I'll look for supplies and cook a meal, brother, at least we need to eat something."

Aaron sighed and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

He was itching to try it, as he'd been eating whatever was available at home lately, which was quite limiting.

I wanted to see if the campsite had a wide variety of ingredients so I could try something different.

Ryan suddenly spoke up to warn, "Be careful, time is very chaotic here. In my understanding, this planet may have been torn apart, but the intervals in this region are far less than ten thousand years."

"There are even new people from timelines I've never heard of, regularly resupplying us."

He didn't know why this was happening.

If it were simply because Aaron created this place that it could avoid the effects of the Caliban tragedy and even transcend time, that would be too incredible, far exceeding the power of his father.

Chapter 344 Kane's First Fall (3K)

"Don't worry, I know this place very well. I know how to get around many places after only being here once, not to mention that I personally helped you build the core area."

Aaron was very confident. Returning here felt like coming home, so how could anything go wrong?

He found the location of the kitchen and opened the boxes that had been neatly piled up in the adjacent storeroom.

These boxes are not made of wood; they are more like hard shells, yet they possess a certain degree of flexibility.

The style is simple, and the shapes are not strange; there are no fancy human faces.

Aaron had assumed that the person from the future would put his old father's face on it.

I didn't find any markings, just some text that looked like production date and place of origin printed on the edge of the box's opening and closing mechanism.

There's a strange separator above that should be the pronunciation of a name, but Aaron doesn't recognize these words. It should start with the sound "M".

Upon opening, the food inside indeed appeared to be encased in what seemed like flowing, solidified silver, which would allow it to remain intact for a considerable period without rotting.

There are easy-tear openings on both sides. After tearing it open, there is a kind of meat inside, which looks like it can be eaten raw.

Aaron opened and looked through all the boxes next to him; they contained meat and vegetable seasonings, as well as kitchen utensils and spatulas.

There are also small machines for starting fires; when you touch them with your finger, blue flames will emerge from the front.

The future society will be so convenient; I'll bring one back with me when it comes.

When cooking at home, Marum doesn't need to rub the flames with his bare hands.

Aaron enjoys cooking, even when the old folks at home are starving and nagging him like crazy.

Aaron did not slack off at any step, steadily completing his work.

But if someone were to starve to death in front of him, Aaron thought, he would most likely hope that a meal would appear out of his hand as soon as he reached out.

The best way to satisfy this situation would probably be to reach out and have Marum pull out those tasteless breads that Angron had made before.

Ryan had somehow managed to stand up and move around freely, and he reached the outer edge of the kitchen area.

The Primitive's height makes it difficult to enter buildings.

He was somewhat dissatisfied, wondering why he had been able to maintain his human form for several years, to the point that the camp's buildings were hardly adapted to his Primarch's size.

"I can make more. I'm not sure if I need to eat normally when I'm in this forest."

"But if it's feasible, I can bring some allies in."

Aaron replied without turning his head, "Then bring them in. They're your allies, the people who helped you. Of course I'll treat them well."

Ryan hummed in agreement. He had a strange feeling that he couldn't bring those people in without Aaron's permission.

He turned and left the camp area, stepping into the forests that were no longer gloomy.

Before long, dozens of people, their clothes stained with war dust, followed closely behind the original body.

There were only twelve pointed-eared people among them, six of whom wore robes like those of missionaries or monks, and did not pull up their hoods, but rather let their pointed ears be naturally exposed.

Because they have long adopted human customs and habits, these people look like humans. Apart from the difference in their ears, their physique, appearance, and gait are no different from humans.

The other six all have traditional Elven style, with leather clothing and shaved sides.

Clearly, people with pointed ears are also divided into two factions.

The other twenty-odd humans, armed and looking wary and exhausted, were constantly startled by a gust of wind blowing through the woods, even after following the Primarch to a safe place. They were always on edge, seeing enemies everywhere.

Two Astartes, dressed in gray-green power armor with their shoulder armor insignia covered by cloth, walked behind.

Their power armor was filthy, covered with battle scratches, some of which had penetrated deep inside.

This contrasts sharply with Marum's clean and tidy appearance as an Ultra Warrior.

(After the Battle of Terra, the Primarchs: Yes, the same applies among Primarchs.)

“Sreberry, I still believe that Leon Al Johnson is not the messiah; he is too old.”

Collis, a pointy-eared pastor, is speaking to their priest, a descendant of the original pastor, S'abi, describing her doubts.

Slybery is an Eldar with a somewhat aged appearance, which is rare for Eldar, who rarely show signs of aging. But Slybery is willing to accept his aging.

His expression was calm and kind as he said:

“I never said he was; it’s just that the people of the Death Army unanimously believe that the first ‘child’ of the Primarch, the Lord of Mankind, is Messiah. This information has been passed down since my ancestor, Slybit.

“But according to the original priest, Siabi, the Firstborn appeared more than 40,000 years ago. Whatever the outcome, you see, Lane has led us to an area that can shield us from warp contamination.”

"The Death Army still believes that this lion is the Messiah, and even suspects that the one who offered him the sword and shield is the remnant of our race's gods. You see, if this area can continue to expand, wouldn't it be the divine kingdom we've always dreamed of?"

(Black King: ?)