Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The first two are a politician, a nobleman, and a servant who fled to Earth four thousand and three thousand years ago, respectively, in preparation for a comeback.

Unfortunately, the nobles who were the first to arrive on Earth claimed that their servants, who were carrying equipment, would arrive soon, and they set off together into the warp.

This nobleman was kept in a water dungeon for hundreds of years, but his servants never arrived and his airship could not be started. Erda lost patience and killed him.

After the servant arrived, to avoid trouble, Erda also killed the man.

Anyway, their plan is to have humans throw parties to please the gods, the kind that will drive people to their deaths.

Erda's thoughts drifted away, and when she came back to her senses, the messenger in her hand was now just a corpse.

The sword fell to the ground, but she picked it up with her other hand and told the servants to leave it there.

This thing is torture for ordinary people; it's like having your spine and limbs replaced with a retractable sword blade, making it impossible to even die.

They will most likely be harassed by that deity.

But for this elderly couple, a new toy was a rare treat.

Human technological development is still too slow; let's take a look at the fun of other advanced civilizations.

Anyway, when it comes to using it to stab Anda, even if Little Mao God keeps nagging, it won't be me listening.

Erda was delighted and ordered the body to be burned as well, spreading the story of someone assassinating the king but being saved by the priest.

With a touch of heat in his hand, the messenger's corpse slumped down, its hood fell back, revealing pointed ears and—

Open red eyes.

I see you—

A deep voice rang out, sounding very much like Olpeson's. Perhaps it was this thought that brought Erda back to the warp illusion that had been torn apart by the messenger.

This time, there were no Eldar gods, no sleeping girl.

Only one demonic head, burning with flames and covered in sharp horns, was breaking free from the volcano.

What flowed between the cracks of that volcano was an endless, blazing galaxy!

Like the girl, this demon is also one of the most powerful evil gods.

One arm broke free from His body, holding a ferocious face that should have been fierce and menacing, but was unusually lifeless. Strange instruments were distributed on the forehead of that face, seemingly penetrating deep into the skull.

For some reason, Erda did not feel fear when she saw this terrifying scene, even though a foul stench wafted over her and she could feel the divine power.

But Erda always felt that this god was very—frustrated?

The face held in his hand was blurry and had been transformed into a demon. It felt familiar, but he couldn't make it out.

Erda felt that this god seemed more like someone who had come to return something.

She couldn't help but feel this absurdity, a feeling she couldn't put into words.

It's easier to visualize a human soldier like Olpeson.

Chapter 357 The Great Demon Khorne Runs Rampant, Koz Aids Me! The Three-Armed Emperor! (1010 words per day)

"The cursed son's wife?"

Under Erda's visualization, the volcanic demon scene before her eyes disappeared.

An old soldier, resembling Olpesson in build and dressed in Egyptian soldier's uniform, slowly walked out.

He was holding a lifeless infant in his hand, or more accurately, a device embedded in the infant's head, and he wouldn't let go of it.

It's as if if He let go, the device will completely disappear and cease to exist.

He will also lose the ability to control the infant.

After transforming into human form, due to the change in altitude, Erda could no longer even see the baby's blurry face.

"State your name, you evil god. And is my husband the son of a curse?"

Erda shook her head, trying to keep her eyes off the baby and focusing on staring at this evil version of Olpeson.

Sorry, Lao Ou, I'm just using your face for a moment, don't mind.

"You are not worthy to know my name. Your sons are all a nuisance to me!"

Blood God roared angrily, conjuring an axe in his hand, and hurled it at Erda.

Erda raised the corpse in her hand, which blocked the way.

But the corpse actually came back to life, pulled off the axe with its backhand, broke free from Erda's restraints, and its body continued to expand.

Terrifying spikes began to grow from the ears, gradually covering the entire body.

It was as if he was wearing a suit of armor covered in metal spikes.

"Rampage, battle! I banish you to the past."

"Challenge the Cursed Child!"

The great demon named Si Sha wielded a large axe personally formed from the blood of the Blood God, his fighting spirit soaring.

When it stood up completely, it was already seven or eight meters tall.

The Blood God was full of disdain, and finally stared at Erda, unsure whether he should suggest that Erda do prenatal education.

If all twenty-one sons were as perfect as Saint Gilles, why would I have to worry about not having a Primarch I like?

Blood God turned and left, the infant in his arms swaying. He was clearly still alive, but he did not react to any movement from the outside world.

Erda's attention was also drawn to it. Completely ignoring the demon about to vanish into reality, she felt a pang of pain in her heart and cried out:

"Stop! Give me that child!"

She didn't know why she shouted those words; she hadn't even seen the child's face clearly.

Or perhaps, the child's existence is merely part of the evil god's external intentions, only appearing pitiful.

The Blood God revealed a contemptuous smile, without turning back or answering, and strode away.

Only the Great Demon was sent to this era by the Blood God himself, using Kane's messenger as a sacrifice.

If the four gods were to personally intervene in the present, planets in the material world could be destroyed with a flick of their fingers.

How could things be like they were in the past, where all that effort was put into sending over a weakened great demon?

The barrier between reality and the subspace was broken down, yet it was rapidly repaired by the times.

However, the Great Demon has already descended, and it is none other than the most powerful Khorne Demon!

It had a head with giant horns that was incredibly close to people's definition of a demon, and eyes that shimmered with the light of volcanic lava from their blood-red interiors.

It has a broad, thick, red, muscular body with goat-like hair piled up on both sides of its neck.

Arms seemingly cast in iron and steel wield a massive axe, the waist and hips stand proudly upright, extending out to the animal's curved leg structure and heavy, fiery metal hooves.

The sound of footsteps on the ground was heavy, leaving dents.

The long, pointed tail behind the tailbone is quite different from the body shape, but it is not too abrupt.

Sisha wasn't entirely engulfed in flames, but its crimson body resembled solidified flames themselves.

"Roar—" The demon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, followed by the most ancient language of priesthood.

The Blood God was indeed the earliest deity to represent sacrificial behavior, and the process of offering sacrifices was a kind of ritual!

This is why Khorne demons are adept at swinging the skulls of their enemies, rather than piling them up haphazardly.

"Dedicated to the Lord of the Skull!"

The bitter, ancient voice faded into the distance, and the demon, his eyes burning with fierce flames, lowered his head, looking down at the king, whose face was blank with shock.

Although he appeared to be a melee brute, this did not mean that the Great Demon lacked psychic abilities. Under the Great Demon's roar, the psychic power binding King Erda was also shattered.

The roar was awe-inspiring; everyone who heard it felt their hearts pounding faster, as if their blood had come alive and been ignited by something.

On the bright side, at least this demon looks much more imposing and powerful than those of the Nurgles.

There was no obvious large-scale damage, so it wouldn't have given everyone a foul smell as soon as it appeared.

The young king quickly regained consciousness. He didn't know what had happened in the past few days, but he never expected that the moment he regained his senses, he would see such a horrifying scene.

This terrible demon would probably chew itself in two with a single bite, unlike the previous demons which swallowed themselves whole.

They encountered two great demons, both of whom were personally sent to them by the Chaos Gods.

Such luck would make this a case study for the Inquisition in any future empire, so that it wouldn't be easily killed.

With a thunderous roar, Erda struck the king, shoving him back into the hall.

"Anda! Where are you? Stop watching the show, it's a demonic disturbance!"

The next moment, the imposing figure blocking Erda's way was not her man, but another acquaintance.

Chains were tightly bound around Ares's arms, and the electric light generated by the friction of psionic energy shone brightly.

His face was resolute, showing no fear, and he said loudly:

"Your man has more important things to do. Is this the Eldar's God of War, Kane?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm helping him for the sake of male friendship!"

Erda covered her eyes, unable to bear watching these horrible remarks. She wanted to have some fun, not listen to her man's brothers being all lovey-dovey.

“Alright, as long as it can hold off this guy, I need to prepare the spell to banish the demon. You carry it; this guy isn’t as dangerous as the last demon.”

"It's not Kane, just a powerful demon, but probably not much weaker than Kane. Anyway, be careful. Your task is to stall it, not defeat it."

Ares nodded, then raised his head high, showing no fear of the demon's enormous size, and shouted:

"I am Ares, the God of War of Olympus! You demons, surrender now, or I will cut off your heads and use them as ornaments!"

"People of Macedonia, retreat! Do not tarnish my battle."

Ares's shout also utilized psychic energy.

Aaron inspired him to make good use of his abilities; psionic power doesn't necessarily have to be used as a weapon in battle, but can also amplify one's voice.

While fighting off the demons, they also had to find a way to evacuate the surrounding crowd.

Clearly, the command of a deity is far more effective than that of a king who was truly terrified and out of his mind this time.

The great demon stared intently at the little one before it, without interfering. Instead, it leaned back and sat upright at the entrance of the Wang Gong Hall, the door originally intended for passage resembling its chair back.