Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The old man went mad, which only elicited one question from Aaron:

"Father, did you really eat your companions like this?"

Anda hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's too hard to eat. Erda has always wanted to try a few ounces of my flesh. I don't know about the others, but I do know that Apollo was tricked by Poseidon and ate a piece of his flesh. I've kept this secret until now."

He had barely finished speaking when his face turned horrified. He looked at Ares, who was present, and hurriedly added:

"Didn't you hear what I said, Ares? Don't tell Apollo about this. He'll kill Poseidon."

Ares frowned. The more Anda explained and tried to cover up his mistake, the more he felt that there was something seriously wrong with the piece of meat Poseidon had fed to Apollo!

He shook his head and said:

“I have no interest in these things, Neos. I am only here at Athena’s request to resolve Macedonia’s crisis.”

Anda was relieved; this child was an honest one. He sighed to himself:

"Oh dear, with Erda here, no demons or monsters can stir up any trouble. Not to mention that my son and I are here now, and we've already dealt with a great demon."

“That old hag Athena is always scaring people by saying there’s something wrong with the gates of Hell, but when we go there, Hades is perfectly fine. This time she’s lying to you again, saying Macedonia is in danger. I guess she just wants to have some fun by manipulating you all to run around everywhere.”

Ares did not refute Anda's words, but silently took out a short sword from his meager belongings.

It was covered in rust, but it was still quite tough. It was more like a small club than a sword.

"You guys find where the enemy is, I'll go and take him out."

Listen to that, what a responsible statement.

He and Marum could practically be brothers.

Aaron even looked at his father curiously and asked:

"Father, when you're working with gene editing in the future, will you be able to customize personalities?"

He suspected that when his father created his Primarch brother, many of his personality traits were copied from his Immortal uncles.

The old father's face was filled with anger, and he slammed his fist on the table again. It seems that Ryan inherited his bad temper from here.

"Damn it, if gene editing could set personalities, I would have designed them all to be precise task executors! Instead of them all having their heads full of ideas for causing trouble."

The old man seemed extremely indignant about this; it seems he lacked the ability to articulate the essence of a person's soul.

Ares didn't quite understand; he only knew that Apollo told him that Neos and Ilda would have many more sons in the future, and that the way they were born would be terrifying.

How terrifying is it that it doesn't follow the normal path?

Poor Ares, his understanding of extremes was still too shallow.

He urged, "Tell me where the enemy is. I know I lack strategic thinking, so the only way is to act quickly. The sooner we find the enemy and annihilate them, the sooner we can avoid negative consequences."

Just as Aaron was about to speak, the old man interrupted again, pointing to the sky and saying:

"I already said, he's the war god of those pointy-eared people. They really don't discriminate. Have you ever seen humans force monkeys and gorillas to worship me?"

(National Education: Hey, you know what I mean!)

“It’s not the real thing, so there’s no point in fighting it. Besides, those things always have some kind of messy ritual to cause trouble, and we have to wait for the ritual to be completed to see what the situation is. Erda has already taken care of it; you’re just making things worse.”

Aaron also spoke up to explain:

“Uncle Ares, we have replaced the sword that was used to corrupt the king, and the enemy will not succeed.”

Anda smiled, leaning back in his chair, his feet alternately propped up on the edge of the table:

"I knew Athena was out of her mind! Erda insisted on making up a story, saying she crawled out of my head and inherited my wisdom. Ha! How could a mere goddess of wisdom compare to the wisdom of my great god-king!"

Before he could even finish speaking, he saw his son and Ares both standing up abruptly, and even the fifth dog in the thatched hut let out a symbolic neigh, indicating an enemy attack.

The movement of the two caused the table to shake. Anda was not paying attention and his chair wobbled to the ground, causing him to fall to the floor as well.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw several tall assassins with hoods covering their heads climbing up from the edge of his own wall. They were holding sharp blades and had already jumped up and rushed towards Ares.

The gods revealed that killing the future ruler of humanity would help curb the development of human civilization.

Although it's unclear why they're making such a big fuss about killing the king of these Earth monkeys, the prophet has spoken: it's the will of the gods.

It just so happens that two of their kind were sending signals in Terra, and they might not have been able to find this remote place otherwise.

"Prepare to die, Lord of Mankind!"

The leader of the Eldar assassins shouted, his strangely shaped blade spinning like a hairdressing machine; one hit and your scalp would be shaved off.

The terrifying thought made Anda quickly hide under the table, covering her hair.

Fortunately, tens of thousands of years later, no enemy thought to attack his hair, since he didn't like wearing a helmet anyway.

However, Anda quickly realized how these Eldar assassins had managed to bypass Anda's surveillance and arrive.

Also, the master of mankind is himself!

Why did they all go to ambush Ares?

Is it because he "does not look like a ruler"?

Ah, it's one thing if he's not recognized by his own son, but at least Aaron has to call him "Dad".

But these pointy-eared people immediately thought that Ares, with his traditional hero image, was the true ruler of humanity, and that their own image management was a complete failure.

Anda couldn't take it anymore. He used his strength to flip the table over, and bumped right into an assassin who had jumped high into the air.

He then snatched the man's weapon, a weapon even more inhuman than a double-edged scimitar, a double-edged spiral barb—

No, I understand why you guys add these things to the purple mood.

If you design weapons for normal use like this, are you really going to use this garbage?

So you're treating it while using it, right?

Anda was very dissatisfied with these strangely shaped weapons. He preferred to use a sword, which was simple, direct, and could be used for both slashing and thrusting.

It is also the weapon of kings; the weapons of emperors in many myths and legends are all swords.

Upon encountering such tainted weapons, memories of the future are also unlocked.

The main concern was that Black King was afraid Anda wouldn't know how to play and might accidentally stab himself in the back.

These sharp blades were coated with medicine, out of concern that I might do something rash.

His swordsmanship, learned from the Eldar, began to awaken in the future. By the time Anda landed, he was already proficient in using such weapons and could assume a battle stance comparable to that of the Eldar assassins.

"As expected, the Lord of Humanity is protected by a master who has even mastered the martial arts of my Spirit Race."

"Everyone, don't get bogged down in the fight, focus on attacking the target!"

The lead assassin shouted, sticking out his tongue and slicing it across with his weapon, blood flowing between the blade and barbs. Then he shouted again:

"Great Kane, grant us the power to slay our enemies!"

They each pulled out another degraded Kane sword from behind them; apparently, these things were bought in bulk.

As long as there is a weapon capable of piercing into the human body, it can instantly explode, turning the frail human body into their toy puppet, which they can then do as they please.

(Slaanesh: Yes, that's what I think too, but you always think about stabbing me with an old woman's sword, without even bothering to modify it.)

Seeing this, Anda became even more enraged and charged forward.

He didn't have many enemies paying attention to him; there were two assassins pulling him along.

Meanwhile, Ares was fighting four Eldar assassins alone, and due to the size of his short sword, he was finding it extremely difficult to parry.

After only a few rounds, his arms were slashed by those terrible blades.

In addition to the visible external injuries, bone-corroding toxins also invaded, causing those wounds to ulcerate almost instantly.

Ares was also knocked to the ground and rolled several times, unable to maintain his standing position.

Only Aaron and the fifth brother remained unattended in the arena. Presumably, these were their sacred weapons, and such mortals and beasts were not worthy of being attacked by them.

Ares was gradually surrounded and trapped on the edge of the ruins of the dining table. The terrible torment from his wounds made him even more uneasy. Occasionally, when he turned his head and saw the fifth brother in the thatched hut, he even thought he looked handsome.

I want to hold it in my arms and give it warmth.

Sigh, looks like I'll have to refresh the status.

Ares decisively swung his sword back and slit his own throat, falling to the ground with a thud.

This scene surprised the Eldar assassins, who were unaware of the existence of the Immortals.

After all, the prophet didn't tell them everything.

"We must not be careless. We'll dismember him with a flurry of blows. We won't be at ease until we see him reduced to bits!"

The leader of the assassins gave the order, and they invoked Kane's blessing, resulting in the enemy taking their own lives.

It's like tens of thousands of years later, the champion Khorne was preparing to go further. Winning the duel would allow him to ascend to the level of a demon, but his opponent committed suicide, causing the Blood God to stop paying attention to him from then on.

The crowd charged forward with their knives, not caring whether anyone was dead or alive; they wanted to save as much blood as possible for Kane.

Chapter 354 Grandpa Anda Throws Table Leg, Destroying Eldar Spaceship (1010 words per day)

Aaron, watching anxiously from the sidelines, shouted to his father:

"Father, do something!"

Anda, unhurried and calculating the time, watched as Ares hadn't yet been finely chopped into mincemeat by the Eldar, and roared:

"Rise, my brother!"

Then, golden light flashed and pierced into Ares's sashimi, and the God of War rose again!

The resurrected Ares finally had the chance to get past those abominable weapons and get close to the enemy's body. He decisively raised his hand, grabbed the opponent's throat, and rammed into the middle.

He shrugged his body to avoid the attack, then kicked the assassin in the stomach, sending him flying.

"Truly the Lord of Humanity! That golden light image... Hmph, kill it!"

"I'd like to see how many times he can be resurrected!"

The assassin leader gave the order, and even the two who were besieging Anda abandoned their attempts to harass and restrain this monkey who also knew the Spirit Clan's swordsmanship. The six of them then attacked Ares together.

Having found a moment of free time, Anda had no intention of helping. Instead, he lay down on the spot, muttering to himself:

"Kill them all, you've all mistaken me for someone else anyway. Sigh, this reminds me. I should make some fake thrones in the future, so my palace won't be invaded every day."

If it weren't for the fear of getting scratched by those strange weapons, the Anda family could already be preparing to wash these bloodied and skinned pointy-eared people and cook them for lunch.