Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Ares was completely baffled by Aaron's words; this kind of thought process was truly inherited from Neos.

Because when they first traveled, Nyos was able to describe all sorts of things that they had never heard of before, and that they could not even imagine through language.

They quickly quieted down as Kane's followers approached, each carrying a sword case with the hilt of a sword exposed. The swords were ornately designed, and even the most skilled sculptor of the time would have to expend considerable effort to complete it.

An aura of holiness and solemnity emanated from the sword.

Our Kane is truly amazing! This is clearly a torture device, yet its disguise is so perfect that no one can see through it!

"Dedicated to the great King Philip, whose ancestors said that this holy sword was used by the great war god Kane."

"Kane is the wrathful fighting aspect of Ares, representing the will to make the enemy bleed and even die at all costs!"

Ares whispered, "I never said those things, and I never torture or kill my opponents. I've hardly ever killed anyone."

Aaron reassured him:

"Let's see how they put on their show. We've already switched that sword with another one."

Kane's messenger then recited a long list of praises for the weapon, to highlight the greatness of the king who would receive the sword.

His words and actions encouraged the new king to emulate the former king's fierce spirit, and suggested that he should take advantage of his recent accession to launch a war, destroy a city-state, and demonstrate the power of the new dynasty!

After speaking, Kane's envoy respectfully raised the sword case and waited for the king to come forward.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of footsteps. When they looked up carefully, they saw that King Philip was still in his majestic, backlit posture, not moving at all.

It was as if a god whose expression was unseen and whose thoughts were unfathomable was watching him, and he could even feel the god's merciless gaze upon him.

After all, if a fool's eyes could glean any emotion, then this Kane messenger would truly be remarkable.

"Come forward, come forward."

The king spoke, his voice still carrying a hint of youthful naiveté and awkwardness.

The envoy was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward, seizing the sword hilt in his hand.

Chapter 356 Khorne Angron and Erda (610 words per day)

Heh heh, young king, become a prisoner of Kane's sword, start a war, and let this world never know peace again!

The messenger was so nervous that he couldn't hold the sword case and had to reach out and grab the hilt to steady it, which is quite normal.

Sure enough, he had already gotten to within an arm's length of the king, his posture and movements indistinguishable from a collision with the king.

But no guards came forward to stop them—a perfect opportunity!

The messenger shouted, "Your Majesty, please draw your sword!"

But it was he who drew the sword; those further away couldn't see clearly and thought it was the king who drew the sword.

Those nearby were stunned, and by the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.

This is Kane's style, unlike the real Blood God Khorne.

Kane didn't care about sneak attacks and used cunning tactics.

Unlike Khorne, who could just cut off your head whenever he wanted.

When the sword was drawn, its metal blade stood out conspicuously under the lamplight of the cold night, as if a point of cold light was tearing through it, and the trail it left behind transformed into the body of a silver dragon.

To avoid wasting time drawing the sword, changing direction, and then swinging it again.

Before the messenger's sword was fully drawn, he lunged forward, the blade probing toward King Philip's body.

He was finally able to raise his head and look directly at the king's face, which was only one step below his own. Kane, what a face it was—

Foolish, blind, pupils dilated to the sides.

His nostrils are uneven, one big and one small, as if he can only breathe from one side.

The lips involuntarily turned outwards, and the lower lip could not even completely cover the gums, causing the dark groove below the gums to protrude.

The expression formed by these distorted facial features is a chilling smile.

This terrifying creature is laughing!

Oh, that terrified me! In that instant, he even imagined himself failing to stab the king and being hacked to pieces by the guards.

So even this blood would satisfy Kane God?

But whatever choice the envoy may make, he has already come this far and cannot back down.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and the longsword was removed from its scabbard just as it approached the king's servant.

The degraded Kane sword does not need to be fully inserted; it will work as long as it enters the wound, regardless of the angle.

The Eldar's advanced technology allows them to compensate for any damage from any angle by using the degraded structure of the deflected Kane's sword.

After all, these pointy-eared people were having too much fun. Even if they didn't receive immediate medical attention, they could at least stay alive with these devices until the medical staff arrived.

Clothing, skin—

The messenger could even sense the level the blade had reached, the blood—

He was just one skin's breadth away from drawing blood from the blade!

Thus, not to mention crossing the Milky Way, even the prohibition of the God-King Asuyan could not stop the God of Kane from sensing the scent of blood on his sacrificial vessel!

Kane's power will traverse the warp and arrive!

King Philip will not die; he will only become the most devout human follower of God Kane, and on this backward planet, let war begin and let all living beings bleed!

As for their comrades who carried out the assassination mission, they haven't contacted us yet. They've probably finished killing the enemies and are hurrying to board their spaceships to return to Eldar and continue their pleasures.

They observed that there was no longer any response from the spaceships in the sky.

Sigh, he also really wants to go back to the Empire as soon as possible. Being with a bunch of monkeys is so boring.

The messenger suddenly realized something was wrong; his mind should have been focused on getting the degraded Kane sword stained with blood.

But why? Why are there so many distractions, even causing his attention to drift away from his main objective?

By the time the messenger realized what was happening and tried to focus on controlling his body, he was horrified to discover that his soul had left his body, and he watched helplessly as his body ceased to move.

From behind the king's shadow emerged an even darker figure, its true color unknown—whether it was its natural skin tone or concealed by some mysterious force.

"If my silly son were to reason with me, he would say that pointy-eared people are both good and bad, just like humans."

The voice did not resonate in the real world, but rather rang out directly within the messenger's soul.

Among the Eldar, those who can do this are at least psionicists of the same level.

And what can bind the soul during a dialogue is perhaps only—

god!

The messenger was horrified. In an instant, his soul turned deathly pale, as if something had scraped away his color.

The voice had already faded into the distance, but the person standing in front of him was still there:

"But I happen to be an unreasonable person, and I'm always the one being coaxed."

A chilling sensation gradually spread from his soul. The messenger's soul could only turn his head so that he could see that he was already in the sea of ​​souls, the kingdom of the gods.

This sea, however, has never been as magnificent and imposing as the pantheon in mythology.

At the forefront, the vast purple-gold starry sea is parted, revealing the magnificent phoenix within.

It was a magnificent palace, where Asuyan sat, ruling over all the gods of the Spirit Clan.

The gods stood on either side, their positions clearly visible. Looking up, all the magnificent descriptions of the wisest beings could not compare to even a fraction of what they described.

"Gods, save me!"

The messenger struggled to speak, and blood spurted from the soul's mouth.

But the only response he received was a murmur: an embryo? Or perhaps a girl still asleep.

Then came the sound of the blankets being turned over, and the Pantheon, which had just stood proudly in the Sea of ​​Souls, was now like a false mural.

Rolled up, wrinkled, torn.

The girl turned around; she had no face, but was supremely beautiful.

But this beauty was so captivating that it terrified the messenger, almost stealing his soul.

The voice rose again from behind:

"So this is what it is—"

Erda's voice carried a hint of jealousy; to be fair, she was indeed not as beautiful as Erda.

Even Venus, the most beautiful of the immortals, would pale in comparison to her.

"How beautiful it is now, how ugly it will be in the future. My man is not going to be captivated by this damn thing."

Hmm? According to these words, the being that binds one's soul must be at least a god?

Gods of mankind?

The messenger strained to open his mouth, attempting to elicit a response from the spirit gods seated high in the sea of ​​souls.

However, those magnificent scenes were completely dispelled as the girl turned over and began her unconscious murmurs in her sleep.

A hand pressed down on the messenger's soul's forehead:

"Useless trash. You can't even summon your gods. I want to fight them head-on."

Erda quickly loses patience with anything that has no value.

In her plan, she would bind the messenger's soul as a medium, drag it into the warp, and see what these pointy-eared gods really were.

Unfortunately, all that was seen was the omen described by Anda Mirai of devouring the individual gods of the Eldar.

The Eldar gods were too lazy to respond to this little Karami.

It's a real shame; I really wanted to see just how powerful those gods were. If I could defeat them, or even kill them, wouldn't that mean humanity would be the greatest power in the galaxy from then on?

Erda seemed never to have considered the possibility that he might not be able to defeat the Eldar gods.

After all, her man is nearby. Even if she can't beat him, her man will definitely back her up!

Unfortunately, even though the Eldar gods were not blinded by the omen of the girl of the future, they failed to see that there were believers praying on this small planet at the edge of the galaxy.

Therefore, in Erda's hands, the soul of the third Eldar was annihilated.