Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Haha, with such caution and meticulousness, he'll become a doctor who heals the sick and saves lives in the future. That's truly a blessing for humankind!

As Hades poured the sedative tea down his throat (Hades habitually referred to all medicines as tea), it was as if someone had swallowed something in his head, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

Erda's servant, puzzled, asked:

“Master, we can turn the king into an idiot without surgery.”

Erda sneered:

“That makes sense, but it’s too boring. I’ll just treat it as practice beforehand. I heard that Aaron observed the whole process of his father’s brain surgery and found it very useful.”

"For my son's sake, I have to test my craniotomy skills and see if I'm still presentable enough."

As the saying goes, a mother's love makes her strong.

People like Aaron and Erda are willing to make changes for him.

It seems that only Philip, whose skull was cut open and whose brain was left to be completely controlled by Irda, inexplicably became part of this family's play.

But rather than worrying about environmental infections, he was more concerned that Erda might have left something in her brain that shouldn't be in the brain cavity during the suturing.

Erda was very professional; she used psionic lightning to blast one side of the room before starting the surgery.

Like opening a makeup bag, she hummed the "Symphony of Fate" that Anda had taught her, skillfully opening the king's skull, finding the mandibular lobe, and beginning to inject psychic energy to block it.

Get a good night's sleep. It was three or four months later when King Philip regained his senses.

During this period, it is likely that only if the kobold himself possesses the body will there be a chance of corruption.

Erda quickly completed the surgery and began suturing. What suturing? She knew nothing about needlework; she just used heat fusion!

A thunderbolt struck from his hand, and lightning flashed and thunder roared inside the house.

The unsuspecting people outside the palace thought that Zeus had taken a fancy to their young king, so they indirectly sent the priests of the Temple of the Sun to clear the way.

That way, even if Hera catches him, he can claim it's because the sun god favors him, and it has nothing to do with him.

Zeus, you are truly despicable.

At this time, Irda was unaware that her son had replaced the sword with Kane's sword, thus eliminating the risk of corruption.

However, for the Adachi family, sometimes too much information flow can cause more damage than no information flow at all.

Aaron, who had returned home with his father, had already pulled out his alien encyclopedia and was demanding that his father explain clearly what had happened to those blood-soaked figures.

Aaron cannot afford to miss any chance to save his kind who may encounter these monsters in the future.

The old man treated the fishing machine like a precious treasure, first wiping it clean and putting it back on the bed before going out to lie down on the recliner, bossing people around:

"It won't be common in the future, it's okay, the mastermind behind it died a terrible death. You can think of it as the flow of bodily fluids, which brings a soothing feeling to the body."

"Bloodletting was a medical technique developed in the early stages of many civilizations. In addition, the pursuit of a feeling of fullness in the body, that state where one cannot eat or drink any more and feels stuffed, is also a kind of physical sensation."

"This kind of explosion has been researched. It is said that the most intense feeling is the sensation of every part of the body being torn apart by the explosion before death, which is the last sensation felt by the contaminated person. Anyway, it is those aliens who play with this trick, we humans should not learn from it."

Aaron wrote down all these descriptions, perhaps because Midrod was considerate, or perhaps because Peturabo was meticulous.

The first copy of "Alien Compendium" left for Aaron had some blank pages, allowing him to freely express himself.

Anda always felt that he couldn't keep this son, and all he could think about every day was the safety of people who had nothing to do with him tens of thousands of years from now.

Instead, they completely ignored their own father, who was right in front of them.

He couldn't help but feel jealous:

"I'll handle the future. I created the Astartes Legion to deal with these enemies. If you do everything for me, wouldn't that make me look incompetent?"

Aaron looked up, his gaze firm, and said:

“I won’t live to see that day, but I hope I can do a lot to help my family. Not just my brother, but also you, Father, I hope I can help you.”

"After all, you're lazy and stupid, and you won't do anything until the last minute. I'll do some preparation work for you in advance so that you can use it as soon as possible."

“If circumstances allow, the food I make can be preserved for tens of thousands of years, and I will definitely make more so that you won’t go hungry.”

Aaron wanted to continue speaking, but his father clutched his head, rolled off the recliner, and fell to the ground, wailing and howling.

"Ah—I don't want to hear it! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"The future is not your concern. Your mother and I have told you so many times, is it so hard for you to live a happy life? Why do you have to make trouble for yourself? I have never seen such a fool as you."

Aaron wondered if he really was a fool.

Boom!

A knock on the door interrupted the old father's frenzied performance on the floor.

No one has knocked on their door for a long time.

The old father would kick them directly, while Marum and Angron would push them away.

Who could it be, Mother's messenger?

Aaron got up and opened the door, only to see a tall, strong man, a head taller than Apollo and Helios, with messy dark brown hair, a sparse beard, and a uniquely handsome appearance.

He was dressed in ordinary black clothes, the front of which revealed his muscular build, yet it didn't look out of place.

It seems that only Uncle Hades could rival him in being able to punch his two old men in the house.

This is an immortal being!

Aaron quickly realized why he kept comparing this man to the other uncles.

"Aaron, it's been eighteen years."

The man walked through the gate and nodded to Aaron.

He then looked at Anda, who was acting crazy on the ground, with a puzzled expression. Even a tough guy like him couldn't figure out what was wrong with this man.

"Is your father insane?"

The man struggled to ask the question, his smile barely a smile could be suppressed.

If it weren't for the fact that this person was Aaron's father, and it was impolite to laugh at his father in front of someone else's son, he probably would have been slapping his thigh and laughing uncontrollably.

Aaron glanced at him and realized, "Oh dear, it's another immortal uncle who was tricked by my father before."

He sighed:

"Whatever god you are, laugh if you want, I don't mind. He's not crazy, he just does this occasionally."

A hint of disappointment appeared on the man's face as he began to introduce himself:

“Oh, I thought he had gone completely mad. Cough, I am Ares, the God of War you speak of. I received a message from Apollo and Athena, claiming that Macedonia was corrupted by a God of War from outer space, so I came to investigate.”

He doesn't look like the clown from mythology?

Ares nodded again, then slammed his fist into his other hand, began to loosen his wrist, and politely inquired:

“I have heard that your father fought Poseidon and Hades in hand-to-hand combat.”

“I’m not targeting your father, Aaron, it’s just some personal grudges.”

He was so polite that you couldn't tell that this uncle had any inhuman qualities!

Aaron even looked excited and encouraged him:

“Uncle Ares, go ahead and do it! The scene I’ve wanted to see most in my life is this old man getting beaten up. Unfortunately, none of the uncles before, except for Uncle Hades, could stand up to him.”

"Even Uncle Hades can only be evenly matched in terms of physical strength."

"You are the God of War, you should be able to—"

Ares had already raised his hand: "No need for further words. This madman treats his son so badly, he deserves a beating!"

After speaking, the God of War twisted his waist, and even by high-precision force analysis, his movements were already infinitely close to the theoretically perfect force exertion model, and he ran and jumped up quickly.

His fist, the size of a sandbag, rotated along his shoulder and was raised above his head.

"Nyos! Take this punch!"

A second later, the old father stood up, panting, one hand holding Ares by the neck, with a look on his face that said, "That's it?"

Chapter 351 Ares's Weakness, The Cult of Mechanism's Exploration of the Messiah

Ares, the god of war, the answer to Olympus.

Now Zeus, the king of the gods, has reached out and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him high above his head.

Even Aaron hadn't expected that the way his father straightened up and reached out to lift the enemy was exactly the same as the hero sculpted by Master Diluven!

No wonder statues always pose.

No, wait, is Father's strange charm starting to return?

I was so distracted for a short time that it took me a while to recover and break free from the illusion.

At this moment, what he should be considering is why Ares, who is known as the God of War, was defeated by his father in one move!

It's worth noting that, apart from Uncle Hades, Poseidon and Apollo were both capable of going toe-to-toe with their fathers for more than a dozen rounds.

Even the weakest Uncle Helios could exchange a few blows with his father before being pinned to the ground.

But this mighty war god—is truly shameful.

How could this happen?!

Aaron was still hoping for a turn of events, thinking that perhaps the uncle had just made a careless mistake.

But seeing that tall, iron-like body, restrained by his father's somewhat thin arms, had no ability to resist at all, Aaron's heart sank.

Finally, the old father let go, threw Ares to the ground, and put his hands on his hips.

"He is actually very strong, but he has a weakness. If someone grabs his neck, he is like a shark whose nose is touched, unable to move."

“If we ignore this weakness, he is indeed a little stronger than Hades.”

The old man made an objective assessment, without hiding the fact that his victory was achieved through clever trickery.

No, what does it matter if we take shortcuts as long as we can win?

He'd do anything, even steal, cheat, or commit all sorts of evil deeds.

What cheered Aaron up was that, just as the old man finished speaking with his hands on his hips, Ares, who was on the ground, swept his leg and knocked him to the ground.

Then he jumped high into the air—