Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It mocked the opening:

“My lord sent me here to challenge the Lord of Mankind. What kind of insignificant fry are you to dare call yourself the God of War?”

Ares was not discouraged and launched an attack. He habitually jumped high, sending himself more than ten meters into the air, so that he could look down on the demon!

Finally, the psionic chains in his hand coiled together and transformed into a giant sword, which he then slashed downwards.

The demon simply covered itself up; it wasn't even wearing armor when it was brought there.

Although the sword pierced its flesh, it was stopped by its bones.

Then the demon's other large hand reached out and caught Ares's body in mid-air.

"Your sword is interesting; it has some power. But it doesn't vibrate. Don't you humans prefer weapons that spin around?"

The demon taunted loudly, "This little guy is quite interesting; he seems to be one of the best among humans."

Unfortunately, only the Primarch can stand against him. This tiny person has not even undergone human modification surgery; he only possesses some psionic abilities.

"I like you!"

Si Sha makes no attempt to hide his love for Ares:

“Those despicable psionic wizards always prefer to use ranged magic, but you are willing to use psionic energy as a weapon to fight me!”

If Ares truly understood Venus's teachings, he would surely have known that a woman's words cannot be trusted.

The same goes for demons.

Unfortunately, whether in mythology or reality, he and the God of Craftsmen were both manipulated by him.

After confessing his feelings, the devil in front of him fell headfirst like a leech.

He pushed his head to the ground, forcefully shoving Ares's body into the pit.

"Now let the Lord of Mankind come out and face me. Only He is worthy to be my opponent! Roar! The chance to fight the cursed. Countless demons have prayed for this!"

Without even discerning whether Ares had been killed, the demon stepped forward, opened its arms, and let the lights of the banquet illuminate its body.

In fact, it is the most dazzling presence in the entire Royal Palace Square.

If the Blood God is the dream opponent of all Khorne demons, then the Lord of Man is the second most important target.

Other demons might be terrified that the power of the Lord of Man would annihilate them, but the Khorne demons all longed to challenge the Lord of Man head-on.

They might even worry that having this opportunity is an overreach, because it might be stealing the Blood God's challenge opportunity.

It disregarded even Erda, for such a psionic wizard was the most vulnerable and unworthy of becoming its victim.

It was only at this point that the terrified people around them realized what was happening.

It turns out that another demon has descended upon Macedonia, and the hero who just claimed to be Ares, the god of war, was defeated in one move.

Their king seems to have been smashed into the palace as well. Oh, poor king!

He was swallowed by a demon when he ascended the throne, and now he has been knocked away by another demon while accepting a gift.

I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to encounter any other demonic giants?

Um, I think I'd better not.

Macedonia can't withstand this much turmoil anymore. It would be better if it happened in a remote area, but it happens in the capital every time.

If things continue like this, let alone starting a war to revive the nation, we won't even need to fight; we'll just be ruined.

What's wrong with this world? Where can they find another god's power to fight this enemy?

O Zeus, you should seize all the Fates and rewrite the threads woven on their abominable looms.

Let the demons run rampant in Athens, Sparta, or Persia.

Zeus, the god whom everyone prayed to, was now covered in oil and struggling to crawl out from among the many palace guards who surrounded him.

In the flickering candlelight, his muscle lines were incredibly clear, though countless marks from finger rubbing remained, covering his entire body from top to bottom.

A handsome face, unperturbed by honor or disgrace, enduring the hardships of this world.

I just discovered something great: applying brown grease to the body makes muscles look stronger.

Of course, it would be even better if there weren't more muscular men crowding around.

As soon as things went wrong, Anda tried to escape, but he was surrounded by the crowd.

In the chaos, the crowd slid into the olive oil prepared for the banquet.

The good news is that, through the chaos, he finally escaped the clutches of everyone.

The bad news is that he was covered in olive oil from head to toe, which was obviously not something he did intentionally.

At that moment, Erda's psionic phone rang incessantly:

"Come out quickly, there's a huge demon to deal with. Your brother said you were busy with other things. But it seems he was taken down in one move."

"He was still upside down, his head buried in the ground. Thankfully, his legs seemed to be moving; he wasn't dead."

The old man first checked privately and saw that his son was alright and even had time to evacuate people.

Oh, it's okay. This job is pretty good. He's done it so many times. He doesn't have to go into danger and can still be satisfied on the front line.

Then, looking up, I saw the most imposing and undeniable figure in the square.

That demon was like something forged from flames.

"Trouble, how could it be this kind of crazy dog?"

He cursed under his breath, but had no choice but to keep walking forward.

This thing is actually quite easy to kill, and it doesn't pose much of a threat to human civilization. Khorne's demons have no intention of slaughtering the weak in one-on-one battles.

If the other three factions persist with the least impact, then Slaanesh and Nurgle are the demons—

Macedonia was almost turned into a city of dung. Let's not let it become a filthy city like Sodom.

The crowd scattered hastily in danger, leaving behind a carpet in the center of the square that led directly to the demon.

Anda, his body gleaming with oil, looked like a god as he strode forward.

"I just—oh—damn it, who did this? Hmm?"

He hadn't even taken a few steps to show off when he tripped and fell to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that someone had piled something up and hidden it underneath the carpet. I wonder which bastard did it.

Fortunately, someone grabbed his hair, preventing him from falling face-first to the ground.

"Thanks, but it's dangerous here, so—um? Koz?"

Anda looked back and realized that the hand that was grabbing her hair was just a hand, not a human body.

The hand loosened its grip on her hair, tapped its fingers, and rested on Anda's back.

It was lunchtime, but today Coz ​​didn't eat at home as usual. Instead, he was searching for his brother's whereabouts and came to this chaotic place.

"Get back to your own time now."

Anda rebuked him, but Koz shook his wrist violently in refusal.

Anda didn't mind; if anything went wrong, it was his own choice.

It had nothing to do with him, so he wasn't worried about his son's hand safety; he was mainly concerned about his eldest son's opinion.

After regaining his footing, pretending nothing had happened, the three-armed Anda stood before the demon:

"Come on, I'll take you down in eight moves, and scatter your ashes in your boss's eyes."

Chapter 358 The Three-Armed God Emperor Tears Apart the Great Demon (3K)

"All demons will be terrified in your presence."

"But we won't. We don't know pain, we don't know fatigue."

Si Sha stood up, no longer sitting upright.

This is the most important moment in its demonic life, and fate has even decreed that it will die here.

Because in the future, the ruler of mankind will still sit high on the golden throne, while it will have disappeared without a trace.

Anda, looking rather disgruntled, waved his hand, interrupting the demon's pre-battle speech:

"Stop, stop, stop. I've heard that kind of talk too many times. Why do you Khorne demons always say such nauseating things? You're just asking me to tear you apart."

As is widely known, the most skilled at sweet talk are not Slaanesh, but the Khorne faction.

They are so affectionate towards their perceived adversaries that their dull brains can conjure up words that would make even Slaanesh chuckle.

The Khorne demon's declaration of war sounds more like a love letter.

This kind of affection is not about romantic love, but rather a simple emotion similar to friendship or brotherhood.

Just like how he had just expressed his admiration for Ares.

It seemed that if the conversation suddenly changed, it would grab Ares, turn around, and walk into the palace hall, causing some kind of commotion inside.

(Rome: I told you that having soldiers live in one tent, completely open with each other, would effectively improve combat effectiveness!)

Anda wouldn't let the demon continue speaking; it was just a powerful demon, not qualified enough.

At least if you let the second brother of the terror come in person, he'll be interested in listening, and you can record it and pass it down through the ages.

Sisha was neither ashamed nor angry. It understood its weakness in relation to the masters of mankind, and therefore its courage to raise its axe in challenge them was all the more precious.

It knew that the Blood God was watching it.

"God of Blood, today our blood will flow for you!"

"I will use my life to leave scars for the Lord of mankind!"

Blood God was somewhat disappointed. The fight hadn't even started yet; at least be a little bolder with your boasts.

"Listen to me, your goal is to cut off the head of the cursed one!"

The Blood God still bestowed a blessing, and flame-like gilding rolled across the raging body, forming a set of ancient-style armor.

There are no skull or spike decorations; it simply returns to its most basic function of combat.

Sisha suddenly flapped its wings, stirring up a gale, and flew into the sky.