Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

As everyone followed the Primarch closer to the core area, they all quieted down.

Until I saw a bald young man placing the prepared food onto tables in the open-air square.

"Wow, so many people. Luckily, we have enough supplies here. You can get some rest. I checked, and the dormitories that were originally used for the Caliban's recruit training are all clean and empty."

Aaron, as if he were an old friend, invited everyone to sit down, but no one moved except Ryan.

They were all waiting for the Primarch's instructions, unaware of who the person before them was.

Ryan gestured for everyone to remove their equipment and take their seats, and he himself took the largest chair first.

He began to recall the past, to a time that did not exist, to his younger self who, before leaving for the last time, still prepared the Primarch's chair.

At that time, Luther was sitting in the seat next to me.

"Let me introduce you to Aaron Wel."

“Aaron, these are my companions and allies. There is also a fleet of merchant ronin out there, responsible for guard duty and ship maintenance, so only two envoys came in with me. Relian is in charge of the entire operation of the ship; he is too busy.”

Ryan calmly explained, to his ally, that he had only one sentence.

The matter needs to be made clear to Aaron.

Only after Ryan gestured did people dare to sit down, and then they began to eat heartily to replenish their lost energy.

Even the Eldar of the Death God Army, after taking a few bites, put aside their inner barriers and accelerated their energy replenishment.

"You can ask these Eldar allies for information about the degraded Cairne Sword."

Ryan whispered to Aaron.

Aaron looked up and first found a member of the Death Army.

The reason was simple: those priests from the Eldar looked too much like humans, and Aaron didn't think they had much memory of their own tribe's customs.

"You can call me Aaron. What's your name? I'd like to ask you about the degraded Kane Sword."

Aaron was still very polite and took the initiative to ask.

One of the Death Army members stood up and invited Aaron to sit down next to him.

“I have no name, only a code name, called Bluebird. I salute you according to human etiquette, Aaron Well.”

The bluebird reached out its hand, and Aaron curiously peeked out, thinking it wanted to examine the other's hand, and almost brought his eyes close to it.

What kind of human etiquette is this?

Ryan remained calm, his gaze fixed on his brother, before finally speaking up from a distance to warn him:

"Handshake etiquette is too early for Aaron. You two can just have normal conversation."

He found it particularly amusing to watch his brother's slightly awkward yet curious expression.

shake hands?

Aaron straightened his posture and extended his hand to shake hands with the other person.

I must say, Qingniao was the first truly pointed-eared person I had ever encountered.

The two in front look too much like humans.

When the bluebird sat in front of him, Aaron realized how vast the difference was between their two species.

Aside from their roughly humanoid form, the Eldar have vastly different muscle density and skeletal structure compared to humans.

Not to mention vital signs such as breathing and heart rate.

Aaron didn't feel afraid of seeing this humanoid species; on the contrary, he found it quite novel.

Rather than saying the other party is wearing human skin, it's more accurate to say that the galaxy's creation has crammed all these different structures into the human form.

Aaron never felt depressed or horrified by these issues; he simply dealt with them objectively.

Meanwhile, Qingniao thought she had to suppress her annoyance at the stupidity of these inferior beings and answer the other party's question.

But suddenly I felt a sense of peace within me, and I calmly observed the changes in the other person.

Is it because of the influence of the domain where this Primarch is located?

The legendary Messiah who guides us to heaven.

He waited for Aaron to finish examining the object before speaking:

"Kane is our war god. Whether the God of War's sword, Kane, truly exists is unknown. But the degraded Kane sword does exist. Our race committed many sins in the past, even developing numerous artifacts and naming them after gods."

"Therefore, when the evil god awakens, the gods cannot escape, and his name has already been marked. The corrupted Kane sword is one of them, which was originally meant to grant power to Eldar warriors."

"But it has degenerated into creating wounds and feeling the pain of blood and flesh, as if when a degraded blade cuts into oneself, one can feel the God of War moving through one's body along with the flowing blood."

Aaron couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Your gods are so unorthodox!"

However, upon reflection, I realized that in mythology, when Zeus and mortal women gave birth to demigods, the events were described as nights of violent storms and thunderous roars.

Could it be that those princesses got pregnant just from seeing thunder in the sky?

However, the Eldar went too far; it's normal for mortals to fantasize about combining with gods.

But your act of cutting yourselves with knives is very bad.

If one is a priest of a god, one must clearly declare that self-destruction is strictly prohibited.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance.

Bluebird began to trace the shape of the degraded Kane sword on the table, transforming it from a normal bladed weapon into a torture device with twisted blades, possessing a powerful image of reproduction, and when fully filled, it was exactly like an inverted tree crown.

It can also be called a nest where life is nurtured.

"It must be admitted that the fall of the God of War and the fact that our ancestors used weapons meant for battle on such a journey are inextricably linked."

Chapter 345 Aaron: I pray my father will always be a human being

"Can this thing really be called a sword?"

Aaron was dumbfounded, unable to understand why a sword would look like this.

"It's more like a crescent-shaped shovel, with a short handle."

Even if it's meant to torment people, this thing is far too troublesome to use.

The bluebirds looked serious; they took any device that might bring extreme physical sensations to the spirit race very seriously.

"The degraded Kane sword has a contracted state; its surrounding extensions can shrink, temporarily taking the form of a sword. However, when it pierces someone, it will immediately open up, and it will not be instantly fatal."

His fingers began to meticulously trace the patterns on the degraded Kane sword, his tone tinged with admiration:

"Its surface steel blades resemble branches and veins, spontaneously adapting to the direction of blood flow and replacing the body's natural blood flow. This is also a behavior favored by Kane."

"You will suffer greatly, and I cannot describe even a fraction of the pain. To feel as if you have a fishbone stuck in your throat is the mildest form of this suffering."

The bluebird restrained its impulses, and also the physical sensations that arose when describing these actions.

Even as a member of the Death Army, one is protected by Soul Stones.

But recounting the past still gave him a vague feeling that the Lord of Pleasure was watching.

Aaron listened attentively, then reached out and ran his hand across the table, clearing away all the patterns:

"I understand, it's like an umbrella, but it opens up after it pierces through the enemy."

"Then, because of the peculiar habits of those dark spirits, after the explosion, the target's body will not explode, but will remain in a stretched state, making it worse than death."

"Alas, the fact that your pointy-eared war god could become so despicable is probably because you are truly inhuman."

etc--

If Zeus, the king of gods, became increasingly inhuman in the eyes of the public, it led to his father turning into this monstrous form!

Is that really the case?

Upon hearing this, the bluebird remained silent. These past wounds had been reopened countless times, and only by offering true death to the Lord of Pleasure, or even the entire Eldar, could it be redeemed.

Perhaps it's not about salvation, but simply about ending all of this history.

The Messiah couldn't even save humanity itself, let alone the Eldar.

This was merely Evelynn's desperate attempt to find a solution; as a member of the Death Army, she could only view it as a side mission in her quest for the Old Woman's Sword.

Aaron remained completely silent.

He had to find a way to tell his mother not to make up those strange stories anymore.

It would be nice if all of humanity believed that Zeus was an irresponsible yet somewhat tender figure in mythology.

But what if people believed Zeus was a scoundrel who would destroy humanity at the drop of a hat—

However, his father was not a god in the warp; he was a real living being, an immortal being, an entity existing in the material plane.

It seems that people's faith has little impact, and the poison of faith will not corrupt their own gods like the Eldar did.

Then let us pray that our father can retain his physical body forever and live as a human being.

"I hope my father will always remember that he may be a bastard god, but he is still a human being."

Aaron didn't know who he was praying to; theoretically, the only god he could pray to was his own father.

Unknown time: [End and Death], Soul of Vengeance.

His black eyes looked down from the highest heavens, but his body had already descended, mercilessly knocking his own son to the ground.

Even so, four distinct laughs emanated from that body.

"That's it, we welcome you, brother. Come on, kill your mortal son."

They sang in unison, with the drumbeats of the most ancient crawling intelligent life striking the water's surface; and with the murmurs of newly born demons in the realm of chaos that covers the galaxy, within the domain of the great Lord of Destruction, in the endless future.

The four ancient beings gathered together, but the extra one, with a cold expression, raised his sword.

The calls of his friends in his ears grew increasingly faint. The moment He made up His mind to kill Horus, He had become the Lord of Darkness.

Only one last murmur remained:

"I hope my father will always remember that he was still a human being—"

Horus died and vanished?

It is difficult to describe how the son she killed entered into destruction; it seems to be a truly destructive force.