Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"As long as I can leave my mark in the [End and Death], I will not reach the end of being completely swallowed up, and I will have infinite time to seek a reversal."

Tzeentch was somewhat disappointed; Kane's plan was a bit too ordinary.

The idea of ​​using "end and death" to protect one's own existence is not surprising at all.

He instigated and encouraged;

"You can be bolder, possess and murder those who are still weak and cursed!"

He sheltered the Kane fragments to watch this mad god amuse himself, not because the other party suddenly became cautious and composed, seeking only a sliver of hope.

Tzeentch prefers the uncontrollability brought about by "courting death" to the controllability brought about by "playing it safe".

He patiently guided:

"You are the God of War! You must launch a fierce attack on the cursed! Do what the four of us couldn't do, and even, take the throne of the Black King!"

Tzeentch looked at him with a disappointed expression, as if he were looking at a disappointing junior who had already suffered a setback, wishing he could personally intervene and turn the tide.

The pitiful Eldar body possessed by Kane was sprouting crimson-gold spikes from its ears and skull, the source of which was unclear—whether stained with blood or freshly taken from the furnace.

It had fused with the skull, making it impossible to tell whether it was a helmet or if his head was naturally this pointed.

Kane's tone was increasingly reminiscent of his own past when he was still alive, loudly rebuking:

"You clown! I can do whatever I want, and you have no right to interfere!"

"Even Asuyan can't do anything to me!"

Tzeentch was annoyed; he really couldn't communicate with stupid people.

His favorite prey is the kind that thinks it is clever, but is actually being completely outmaneuvered by him.

Instead of a true idiot like Kane communicating with the other party, Tzeentch felt a painful sense of his own intelligence being insulted.

Tzeentch had no choice but to slap the little thing; it had no manners whatsoever.

The later subspace gods, regardless of size, showed absolutely no respect for these old folks.

Under Tzeentch's oppression, Kane rose up in resistance, but even at his peak, he might not be able to defeat Tzeentch.

At this point, he was nothing more than a fragment, and though he was determined to kill the enemy, he was powerless to reverse the situation.

Jian Qi sighed:

“I was going to lie to you, because I personally led you to do all those foolish things in the past, gradually increasing your psychological burden. But I didn’t expect that you were so foolish that I couldn’t bear to lie to you.”

"Forget it, I'll just use soul search. The Adaling people love screams, believing that they are no different from sounds of pleasure, both indicating that the body has reached its limit."

Tzeentch clenched his fists and tortured Kane in ways that mortals could not comprehend.

The God of War's anger intensified, and he laughed wildly:

"You're afraid, Xinliezhi! You're also worried that I'll be forever trapped in [the End and Death]!"

"I will watch over you forever, and watch the day you are corrupted and destroyed!"

Kane's soul was reassembled into that single fragment, and Tzeentch regained his appearance as the Prophet, awakening the Eldar survivors.

"The fragments of Kane are drawn to each other. One of them is located here. Find it quickly. If we can recreate Kane and find the Kane Sword, we might be able to slay Salis!"

Tzeentch began to paint a rosy picture, pointing to a dark corner of the Empire where events were unfolding, and where both the Ugly Phoenix and the Lion were present.

The moths are merely behind-the-scenes supporters, but they will inevitably have to intervene when the time comes.

If we could severely injure the other two Primarchs, or even kill them.

Then the rest of the stage is reserved for their own son, Magnus.

That was truly his own son, just as the Primarch was the son of the corresponding evil god.

They had already used that term when their demon subordinates answered Guilliman's question.

(See the Plague Wars series for details)

The wretched cursed ones, whose sons died young and who could not produce any more sons to steal theirs.

If Erda can't have a second child, can't you, Emperor, think of a way to have one yourself?

Tzeentch placed another piece on the chessboard, then went home to take a nap.

He's been a bit sleepy lately, and perhaps Slaanesh is right; letting things stagnate does help the brain relax, which is for better planning in the future.

Anyway, there are still six hundred years left.

But Kane is really something else. A reckless guy like him started using his brain, which almost scared me. I thought that Kane, this idiot, could do something earth-shattering.

This time, however, things turned out surprisingly normal, which just shows he's a smart person, not stupid.

But Tzeentch had met mostly intelligent people and found it incredibly boring and a waste of his time playing role-playing games with these Eldar.

He was itching for a beating and perhaps could continue teasing the Black King to loosen his muscles.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

The second round of the fishing competition is finally about to begin.

After Erda's iron-fisted rule and life in the pigsty, the followers of the other gods finally straightened their attitudes, dutifully offering the new king his coronation gifts, and then withdrew from Macedonia, the terrible city-state that was controlled by the sun god.

Even Athens isn't this xenophobic.

However, none of this mattered to Anda Will, who had already prepared his fishing equipment; he was even indifferent to the existence of the Kane Sword.

Kane? Why bother with something that's been kicked to death?

Are you suggesting we rip off His hood and use it as a brass knuckle duster?

However, the sword offering ceremony of the God of War's followers did indeed take place after the second round of the competition, which was two days later.

The troops mobilized from Ific took exactly two days to launch a day-and-night raid.

They're trying their best to make a big move, while Anda has been missing since last night.

According to Marum, he jumped into the river yesterday evening because he was feeling down—he planned to spend the whole night searching the river in the competition area to determine the direction of the fish.

Previously, it was Marum's job, but this time Anda took care of it personally, showing a strong sense of family responsibility.

He said his wife was busy watching the show and his son was busy saving the world, so Marum, as a useful tool, couldn't be monopolized by him alone.

The old man can still say these things; he's probably lost his mind.

Angron is the most relaxed, because all attempts to corrupt him have so far failed.

Besides saving a meal for his brother, who only has one hand left, he also carries the small pot made from the degraded Kane sword and does his own scientific research.

Fortunately, the Primarch's physical condition is good, and the research is only used for cooking, so there won't be the terrible situation of "creating a good prescription and then dying".

She just felt sorry for her younger brother, who had to carry the burden of a pot at such a young age.

On the throne of the Blood God, the final guarantee was recently pecked by the Bluebird, much to the Blood God's displeasure.

Just to be on the safe side, he took the initiative to look, and found that Angron carried the aura of Kane.

It's alright, not a big problem. If the minimum guarantee is wrong, so be it, but it can't be gone.

However, that stubborn rock—

If He cannot figure out how to persuade Roger Donne, He will fail no matter how many times time passes.

That stinking rock must be polished into its original weapon, my own stone axe.

Chapter 348 Aaron meets Koz, but it's the first-mover version.

"Oh, you don't need to take me today, I can carry it myself. I've been sleeping with this for days, and every ingenious part of its structure and its weight has become part of my body's memory."

"If it weren't for the inherent incompatibility between flesh and blood and machines, I would even be willing to become one with it. To make this automatic fishing machine a part of my body!"

That morning, Anda declined Aaron's offer to take him to the stadium.

He carried the automatic fishing machine, named "Sigma," on his back alone, which was marked with a warhammer symbol personally carved by Anda.

It looks a lot like the hammer Xiao Pei described; it's a short-handled warhammer with steel wings extending from both sides of the hammer body.

I watched my elderly father walk down the sunlit road and disappear at the end of the block.

Marum has actually been protecting him secretly all along, so there's no need to worry about the old man being in any danger.

It's unavoidable that the old man might do something shameful, but luckily I have a thick skin and remain calm in the face of honor or disgrace.

People might even feel sympathy for Aaron because of his father's terrible actions.

Aaron felt a sense of relief when he saw that the old man had completely disappeared. He thought to himself that the sword-offering ceremony was tomorrow, so he could rest well today.

He cleared the table and dishes, and Anglong, who had already slung his small pot over his shoulder, asked:

"Brother, what does it mean to become one with the machine?"

Aaron rambled on, saying, "It's like a warrior fighting alongside his weapon, which has become an extension of the warrior's body."

If Uncle Poseidon were here, he would surely have a different opinion. Nephew, you're overthinking it; it's not that complicated.

It means literally, to become one.

Angron, drawing inferences from one instance, quickly thought of another and said:

"Then I'll become one with my pot too, and from now on I'll sleep with the pot on top of me!"

After saying that, he skipped off and ran off. He was about to finish exploring the entire wilderness area near Macedonia.

With the original body's memory, it was enough to draw a map.

However, Angron is probably only willing to write one recipe.

Now only Aaron and Lao Wu are left at home with their donkey, which is a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Aaron rummaged through his luggage and found Uncle Hades' tea leaves.

These tea leaves underwent a natural growth process from the time they grew until they were picked. After being picked, they were affected by the power of Uncle Hades, which stopped them from drying out and weathering further, and they remained in this state of tea leaves forever.

By the way, I could temporarily fire a piece of pottery and preserve it, hoping to save it for tens of thousands of years later so that my father and brothers at that time could taste it.

Although the taste of this tea is indeed hard to describe, it's comparable to the tasteless bread of Anglon.

But since it was a gift from an old friend, Hades' tea is something you can always gain something from every sip.

Aaron seemed unaware that he was spending his few days off without having to worry about his family making pottery.