Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

No, why do you, a war god, like to leave the ground so much? At this moment, you should make sure your weaknesses are not damaged as soon as possible, and then use your standing advantage to kick that old bastard's face hard!

He had to jump up, which gave him time to react!

Sure enough, Anda breathed a sigh of relief and rolled to the side, barely dodging Ares's flying elbow strike.

He then ran forward a few steps in an almost dog-like manner before standing up. Looking back, he dared not slacken and threw a punch.

Their fists collided, and for a moment, even the air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

Then, as if the air had solidified, it shattered again, making a cracking sound.

According to Marum, changing a gaseous state into a solid state requires a corresponding decrease in temperature.

The clash of their fists clearly released energy, causing the temperature to rise.

Ah, no wonder these immortals are hiding.

If we let them live in the mundane world, and a scientist finally discovers a principle, a living example that completely contradicts those principles will suddenly appear.

How can technology develop and humanity progress under such circumstances?

(Emperor: Yes, that's how I envision the future.)

Ares roared, a sound so loud it was terrifying, even more frightening than the roar of a lion:

"Useless trash, fight me fair and square!"

Aaron had already settled into his little stool, eager to witness this earth-shattering battle—a spectacle he couldn't afford to miss.

He even wanted to open the gate and knock down the wall, just so that more people could see this magnificent scene that they might miss and never see again in their lifetime!

The old father was clearly not a person who liked to be upright and honest; he thought that it would be foolish not to use an advantage.

He moved closer, and with his other hand, he grabbed Ares by the throat again and lifted him up once more.

"Damn it, am I an idiot? If you can't get rid of this weakness, even a three-year-old could kill you."

Anda cursed and made a discus throwing motion, his body suddenly arching, his arms like fully drawn springs, and with a "whoosh," he threw Ares into the air, sending him flying in a perfect parabola into the fifth brother's thatched hut.

“Apollo and the others have all slept here, so you can’t be an exception. Just make do and spend a few days with Lao Wu.”

After completing the set of movements, Anda clapped his hands, then realized something was wrong, touched his clothes, and asked in confusion:

"No, he was still on guard, he put lubricant on his neck. It's a pity that his brain is useless, his head and torso are bigger than his neck, even with lubricant, he couldn't escape."

Along with the scene unfolding before my eyes came my father's description.

Aaron finally understood what was wrong with Uncle Ares.

His objective combat strength is probably, as his father said, at least in terms of physical strength, on par with others.

However, this person's mind is indeed not very shrewd.

His appearance is so normal, so how could he have such a weakness?

Aaron wasn't as heartless as his father. Instead, he went to the fifth son's thatched hut, helped this uncle he had never met before out, and tried to persuade him:

"Uncle, don't be discouraged. My brothers are very capable. Let them help you design a protective measure for your weakness. Then, together with Uncle Hades, we can attack together."

"He may not be able to defeat us all before he runs out of energy."

Aaron showed great patience and encouragement to any ally he could win over, seeing each one as a potential right-hand man in his future rebellion against his father!

Ares, realizing he had just embarrassed himself, went along with it and said:

“I defeated your father, Aaron, but once my weakness was discovered, I was unable to avoid it.”

Aaron asked curiously, "Uncle, is your weakness innate or acquired?"

If immortal beings have innate weaknesses, that would be perfect, because it would mean that the father also had weaknesses, but he just hadn't found them yet.

If it's due to external influences, that's not bad either, as it shows that even immortals can be affected by their environment and develop weaknesses.

Regardless of the outcome, it is a victory towards the great goal of rebelling against one's father.

Sigh, I'm such an optimistic person.

I hope my younger brothers can also have his optimistic attitude. Then what difficulties can't they overcome?

"It was an external influence. I was ambushed at the time, which caused a psychological shock that I haven't been able to recover from to this day."

Ares answered truthfully that it was nothing to be ashamed of.

Meanwhile, Anda, somewhat jealous that his son was helping his defeated opponent while the two were chatting and laughing, couldn't help but turn cold and speak up sarcastically:

"Even though he's thousands of years old, he still can't forget the scene of being strangled."

“Son, remember this: it was he who went after Aphrodite, who is also Venus. She had just dumped Hephaestus and happened to meet this big, simple-minded guy, and the two of them got together.”

"As a result, the goddess's followers wanted to peel off the face of the most beautiful woman in the world and offer it to the goddess, so they found it on Venus's head."

"Alas, women are dangerous. Venus then dressed Ares in women's clothing and put on a wig, so that he was attacked in the middle of the night, his neck was strangled and his skin was peeled off."

"Don't look at me like that. What, do you want me to say more?"

"I never imagined that psychological stress and trauma would occur in immortals. Please, we have an infinite number of chances to try and fail. Theoretically, we can do anything given enough time. Even a monkey could write a long epic in an infinite amount of time."

The old father was merciless when he complained, but at the dinner table, the most important occasion for the Anda Weir family, he still left an empty seat for Ares.

“Well, guests are guests, and if I keep talking, my son will scold me,” he said, clearly aware of his situation. “So let’s eat first; there’s still some left.”

"As long as you don't think about fighting with me, we can live peacefully for a while. Otherwise, next time I'll just throw you onto Mars."

More than 40,000 years later, Mars.

Aside from the surface factory area, which was placed to the maximum extent of its space and lacked any architectural aesthetics, most of the area thousands of meters below the Martian surface was also transformed into part of this massive machine.

Some newcomers to Mars even believe that the entire planet is a giant mechanical life form.

Everywhere you look, you see plumes of smoke billowing from chimneys, and the air is filled with the roar of machinery from assembly lines.

If Mars were truly a life form, it would certainly not be very healthy.

Many imperial departments wanted to intervene and use their administrative expertise, believing that Mars, given its limited space, should appropriately develop a near-Earth orbit platform.

Build more space elevators.

This ensures that logistical data for the Mars production line can reach the starport immediately, only to be carried away by countless ships in queues.

Some ships received supplies only to find that the front lines they were supposed to support had already fallen.

Many more people don't know how long they'll have to wait.

However, the Mechanicus rejected all possible ways to optimize efficiency; they had their own set of processes.

Many of the rituals performed on weapons produced on Mars must be completed on Mars.

Once the ritual is not performed to leave the ground, the performance is greatly reduced.

A few talkative imperial officials were randomly invited to visit the Mars production line and experience the latest auxiliary office mechanical scaffolds, designed to maintain brain activity after physical death and continue serving the Emperor for 500 years.

The noise subsided considerably.

The voices of mortals were merely annoying to the Cult of Mechanism, like mosquitoes—something that could always be dealt with if they were willing to intervene.

But some other things, though only a small part of countless records, pose a risk of shaking the Mechanicus.

That means someone has found a way to reliably trigger the Machine Soul.

As is widely known, if you find that your weapon fires more bullets during combat, according to the prophecy of the Cult of Machines, it must be because you have triggered the Machine Soul's Great Joy during your interaction with the weapon.

Of course, it also attracted the attention of the God Emperor.

However, the "machine soul" factor still accounts for a larger proportion.

Even for the Cult of Machines, the ability to sense the presence of machine souls is not something that can be seen everywhere.

Now, suddenly, an imperial record shows that some judges, those despicable madmen, have found a way to reliably trigger machine spirits.

This is not a good thing, it's even a desecration of the Machine Soul!

A challenge to the entire Mechanicus!

They even dropped the prefix "Omnesia" and just called him "Messiah"!

This is utterly disrespectful! We must find out exactly who this Messiah is.

Chapter 352 The Book of the Messiah (310 words)

Mars secretly dispatched agents, aware that the Empire was currently being pursued by several rival powers simultaneously, which posed a significant challenge to Terra's defenses.

Well, it might be roughly equivalent to a Kingdom of Light located in the M78 Nebula in the past Terran history and culture.

Even the most important palace can be infiltrated by those with malicious intent.

Not to mention the cumbersome imperial government departments, where even spies have to work overtime.

Therefore, the Mechanicus's liaisons entered the vast Imperial Archives with little effort.

A considerable number of documents are still preserved on paper; they may have been top secret when they were first delivered, but have now decayed.

Even if it contains a history even wilder than the Eldar's Black Library, or even a method to completely annihilate Chaos and save the galaxy.

No one has been able to find it now.

Messiah, Messiah—

What exactly are you?

The priest sent into the archives to search was named Fabri.

Here he is not allowed to wear a hood or carry any electronic devices unless they are part of his body.

On Fabri's neck, there is an extra metal spine that protrudes directly and connects to the auxiliary device that covers most of his brain. This is to prevent excessive pressure on the other end of the metal head when he turns his head, so that the blood reagent will burst the remaining brain tissue.

Yes, this priest even mixed a reagent into his blood to make it function properly.

“Aimless, a long exploration, where there is no sacred technology, no miracles revealed by the god of creation, no revelation of the workings of the universe.”

Fabrice complained, but started working anyway.

He has over three hundred years left to live, and during this tedious work, he can fantasize about whether he has a clone, or whether he has found the great technology in some lost world that would make him a great sage!

Although the Mechanicus possesses an army of clones, the priests' clones—

Okay, this is a more dangerous topic.