Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

I wonder if there's any difference in taste between pointed ears and pig ears.

As long as Ares doesn't reveal his weaknesses, dealing with these Eldar assassins will be a piece of cake; he can just grind them down with his high health.

He couldn't possibly be inferior to a newborn Angron, and these pointy-eared people didn't even have any powerful weapons.

Ares truly lived up to his name as the God of War. Perhaps it was because he had just been resurrected, or perhaps it was because of the golden light he had just witnessed.

He developed resistance to the chemicals on Eldar weapons, allowing him to utilize his combat skills.

He mainly judged based on looking at Lao Wu's face.

If Ares sees a donkey, he can go all out and play aggressively.

If it's a strange monster that can arouse your mind, play it safe and use your short stick to parry.

This back-and-forth caused all the Elven assassins to attack together, but they were unable to achieve the same results as before, and in the end, they couldn't even get close.

They even saw that the "Lord of Mankind" kept his eyes on the animal!

Kane above, such an enemy who does not take the battle seriously must atone with his death!

"You, go and kill that disgusting Terran creature!"

The leader gave the order, and one of the men withdrew from the battle formation. He looked the fifth brother up and down, then hesitated and said:

“I want to take it back as a trophy. There aren’t many creatures with this kind of physique. Many of our native species have gone extinct. If we can carefully cultivate it, we can definitely breed a decent companion species.”

Even the assassin leader was lured by those words, and took a moment to glance back at the fifth brother. Hmm, he really was big as a donkey.

No, he is now blessed by Kane, how can he be swayed by such romantic love affairs!

"kill!"

He was determined to kill them ruthlessly; such a resolute determination to sever all ties and destroy all humanity was worthy of making him their leader!

At this moment, Anda, who had been lying down for a while, finally got up.

You can kill my brother, fine, you can torture him however you want, after all, the bond between us is probably as thin as paper.

But you're going to touch my donkey—

Damn it, you've got some nerve!

Before the assassin's terrifying blade could even reach the Fifth Brother's body, a hand snapped the abominable weapon in two and pinned the attacker's wrist down.

The assassin looked up in horror. The guard, who knew the swordsmanship of his own tribe, was now grinning maliciously and raised his hand to slap him—*smack!*

"I only have a superficial understanding of your technology. If it weren't useful in the future, I wouldn't bother learning your effeminate stuff."

Another slap, *smack*!

"Look at you all now, neither human nor ghost, and you've even shaved your heads and are leaving braids. What, are you trying to fly to the heavens?"

One more! Thump, thump-thump—

This time they were finally free, because the assassin's head was slapped off, bounced off the ground with a thud, rolled a few times to the side, and then came to a stop.

Anda slammed his hand on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust that obscured the bloody scene.

Only then did he use his psionic energy to burn the corpse completely.

In other words, Slaanesh is not yet awake, and Anda doesn't really want to get involved with his future self.

Otherwise, he would have gone all the way and arranged everything himself, giving Slaanesh a newborn gift.

"Ares, use your psionic powers, don't think about continuing to fight with your physical body."

Anda spoke up to remind him that Ares wasn't thinking straight, but Aaron didn't believe him, thinking he was some kind of upright hero.

Even if he later joins the Vengeful Spirits, the Imperial Guard can still harm him without using psychic powers.

There's no need to waste your advantages; just enjoy yourself for a while and that's it. You can't afford to mess things up.

Ares sighed, somewhat reluctantly.

He longs to win every battle as a human being.

Many of his other immortal companions had already clearly recognized the difference between immortals and humans, but only Olpeson and himself often mingled among the crowds.

They are all images of resolute and valiant fighters from various racial cultures.

Ares sheathed his short sword, then slammed his fists out. Dark gray psionic chains, tinged with red, were fastened above his arms, providing a defensive barrier that allowed him to advance further, aiming straight for the assassin's head.

The scene that followed was somewhat gruesome; at least Anda wasn't torn to pieces, he was burned clean, with his entire whiskers and tail intact.

In Ares' hands, these Eldar assassins became bone-crushing targets, and none of them escaped the fate of their so-called high-tech combat suits or superhuman physical abilities.

The last two Eldar assassins who were still able to move prepared to escape, shouting wildly:

"As expected of the masters of humanity, but we still have spaceships. If we bomb them, you will be doomed!"

Anda had already moved close to Aaron and whispered:

"Did you hear that? Civilization gets weirder the more it develops. Even though you can destroy the enemy from a great distance, you insist on doing it yourself. It's not like playing chess, where the table is so big and the pieces are placed so close together."

"You better remember this: if you have the advantage in the future, you must take it all in one fell swoop and kill the enemy. Don't try to play any games with me."

Through this experience, the father patiently taught and conveyed his philosophy of life.

The father, son, and donkey watched as Ares reached out and grabbed the necks of the two Eldar assassins, leaping high into the air.

"Father, why does Uncle always like to jump up and exert force?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was because I told him that gravitational potential energy is strongest at the highest altitude."

The two elves, held tightly in Ares's arms, could only watch helplessly as Ares's chest muscles and arms squeezed them so tightly they could hardly breathe.

Uncle Ares also let out a war cry, "Hooray hooray—".

It seems that the old tribal lifestyle has not been changed.

As Ares' roar reached its maximum volume, his body hit the ground.

Two sharp cracks were heard as the two men's necks slammed onto Ares's knees, their vision went black, and they passed out.

"Nyos, destroy their warships."

Ares dropped the corpse and shouted quickly:

"Just like you always did!"

Anda remained calm, picked up the broken table leg from the ground, looked up, adjusted the throwing angle, and attached golden psionic energy to it.

"Hey--!"

He yelled, and the table leg in his hand flew off, disappearing somewhere, but it didn't fall down.

"It's over. It's not some big warship, just a small warp ship. The Eldar are such a large empire, they face countless challengers, and we're not that conspicuous."

Anda looked up and observed for a while, not knowing what he saw, before finishing his sentence.

Then he began to destroy the evidence, while explaining Ares's abilities to Aaron:

Ares was itching for a fight. His psionic amplification made him insensitive to pain and fatigue, as if he had an invisible shield. He didn't need weapons; he could destroy his enemies with the simplest fists and hand-to-hand combat techniques!

He looked impressed and offered his assessment.

More than 2,600 years later, when humans studied the extinction of large creatures at the end of the Ice Age, they believed that in addition to environmental changes, Homo sapiens also began hunting.

In fact, Ares personally killed the last mammoth population, just to satisfy the appetites of the immortals who were roaming near the Alps at the time.

Unfortunately, my spiritual power is superior to yours!

Faced with massive amounts of data, your mechanisms are insignificant.

Before long, these few Elven assassins, whose fates were uncertain—whether due to bad luck or good fortune—had their bodies destroyed by the human emperor himself, lost all material existence in this world.

The strange colored psionic energy on Ares's body gradually faded, and he returned to a quiet state, asking proactively:

“Nyos, they must have already started spreading the pollution. I just entered this place and I heard the traces of blood people, who were struck and destroyed by lightning from the sky. What if all humans turn into exploding blood people?”

Anda shrugged: "I don't care!"

"God's blessings are exchanged; you can't just do whatever you want to whomever you want. This Kane is no match for those most powerful evil gods; he's just a clown. We'll find out what's going on at tonight's sword-offering ceremony."

Just as the old father had said, they could only gather a few blood-soaked figures at most, intending to use them as propaganda material for the sword-offering ceremony.

No new abnormalities occurred that day until nightfall.

Aaron spent his days busy rebuilding a more sturdy dining table, and even took the time to ask his father:

"Father, why do people of your generation like to shout and yell when they fight?"

Adachi retorted, "What do you mean by 'shouting and yelling'? When your body is under high strain, yelling can actually help you in battle!"

Aaron shook his head and added, "No, it wasn't that kind of battle cry, but a kind of sinister grin that looked really weird, mixed with an even weirder scream. I just feel like the way you guys treat combat is a bit abnormal."

Anda grumbled, "Abnormal? What's abnormal about it? It's been like this for thousands of years. What? Do you want me to find the sound of your Uncle Poseidon chasing after that saber-toothed tiger?"

"I can recover using psionic energy."

Aaron hurriedly refused:

"No, no, I've already guessed it. You see fighting more as entertainment, as a performance. Since you don't face any life-or-death situations, you just fight according to your own understanding of how it works. That's why Uncle Ares didn't use psionic energy immediately in the fight just now, and he deliberately used some moves to finish the battle."

Anda burst into laughter, slapping his thigh:

“That’s right, Ares used to be a shaman in a primitive tribe.”

"But those are all things of the past, meaningless now. Let's go, let's go see the sword-offering ceremony. I quite enjoy watching those cultists draw their swords and chase after the king."

Aaron felt helpless. His father often appeared in dangerous places not to solve problems, but to watch the excitement.

What's even more frightening is that if this danger doesn't even pique Adachi's interest, then there's no need for it to be noticed at all.

However, Aaron still prepared dinner before setting off.

Angron hasn't returned yet, but Coz still needs to be fed regularly.

Marum heard from his father that his mother had urgently summoned him to take on a security mission.

This time, it's not a stealthy scout, but a security guard.

The end point of all professions, in my father's words.

His dream is to retire and work as a security guard, then sprinkle water at the entrance and watch people slip and fall.

My father has many dreams; he once said that he wanted to become a farmer after he retired.