Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anda shook his head: "These are weapon designs from over a thousand years in the future. You might as well just pull out a gun."

He covered his face, sighed, paced back and forth, almost as if he had a cigarette in his mouth, and then looked at Erda:

"Ugh, and you too, can you please stop changing your accent so easily? It sounds awkward to me. Oh no, now all four of them are here."

"I bet I'll become shameless in a bit. Don't be too scared. Take Aaron and run far away. Come back in a few days."

Erda noticed the dejected look on Anda's face, like someone about to have to pay their dues. "What's with that expression?"

She glanced at the king, who was entering a wondrous state, and quickly asked:

"I have two questions for you. First, can you explain things clearly before we leave?"

"Second, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Erda reached out, somewhat worried, and grabbed Anda's clothes.

Anda cursed and pushed him away, then decisively said:

“Go find Aaron, he knows what this situation is like. You can’t help me, this is my fight.”

"When did you become so nagging? We've been married for ages, and a kiss from you keeps me up all night. You even tug at my clothes."

Erda's expression changed, and she slapped him across the face;

"Get lost, I knew you couldn't utter a single human word."

After finishing her tirade, the goddess stormed off from the sacred realm, shouting as she did so:

"Zeus is fighting against the demons because he has once again betrayed the sacred marriage and fathered a demigod child."

Erda made up stories, and people believed them the fastest when she explained them.

Aaron, on the other hand, was so skilled that he had already dispersed most of the crowd, so he no longer needed to worry about worldly safety.

Erda rushed to her son, but Aaron asked first:

"Mother, where did Marum go?"

Logically speaking, by the time the final sword-offering ceremony was held, all the preliminary work should have been completed.

Marum should be staying by his father's side.

Erda grabbed her son's arm, instinctively about to transform into the clouds in the sky, but thankfully she realized that her son was just a mortal.

He reached out and grabbed the royal carriage, then drove it away.

"He can't get away. Although the contamination of the followers of the God of Healing has been resolved, the contamination of the followers of the God of War is the most dangerous. But there are still some little things that have actually been summoned. Macedonia is really no place to stay. The warp here is leaking like a sieve."

Erda casually explained that there was no need to worry about Marum's safety, it was just that the processing was a bit slow.

She began to inquire about the terrible events unfolding within the palace.

Aaron pondered for a moment and described it as follows:

"It's an event known as the 'End and Death,' which continues from the past into the future, and even our present moment is part of it. My father said the next turning point should be hundreds of years from now, but we never expected it to be triggered at this time."

"The Four Ancient Gods personally confronted Father. In the future, one of my brothers will be corrupted and eroded, becoming a vessel for the Four Ancient Gods. Mother, what I have always wanted to do is to prevent that from happening."

Aaron answered seriously, not minding mentioning "Horus".

Although the old man and Marum both remained tight-lipped about it, only mentioning the name and the great rebellion—

He even avoided mentioning the name in his daily life.

But Aaron never hides things like the old man, which is not conducive to solving problems.

Erda was stunned; it was the first time she had ever heard of children rebelling in the future.

Her first thought was of the infant held in the hands of the Blood God.

So that's how it was. The pain I felt when I saw that baby back then—

Erda already knew how to meet the Blood God, found an emissary of Kane to kill, and then tore down the veil of the Eldar gods.

We have to get that child back. How I raise my son is my business, but if you bastards lead him astray, don't blame me for going crazy!

Aaron comforted his mother, but he was also somewhat worried:

"Mother, if you were certain of that terrible future, would you choose not to conform to Father's vision and not have those children?"

Erda sneered and slapped Aaron on the head:

"Your parents aren't old yet, and you don't have the authority to make decisions at home. I'll take care of my son myself from now on, so don't worry about it."

Aaron sighed:

“Phew—then, Mother, please believe in Father. He may be a terrible person, but when the time comes, no matter what future anyone reveals to you, the only person we can trust is Father.”

Erda nodded somewhat perfunctorily:

“I know. I’ve known your father for a long time, much longer than you’ve spent with him. I even know how long his intestines would be if you straightened them out.”

Aaron could only pretend not to hear about the strange situations involving his parents' love.

The carriage bumped along, and even in Macedonia's capital, the roads were not entirely smooth.

I kind of miss the feeling of driving that vehicle on the smooth road surface in the Exorcism Dead Zone.

Perhaps if human civilization were to remain forever in a primitive state, the pollution of chaos would be minimized.

But, on what grounds?

Aaron was determined that people in the future would have a better life.

Human beings are qualified to embrace such a society.

Those demons who prevent a good life from coming must be destroyed.

[The End and Death]:

Inside the royal palace, you wake up and look around at the rather shabby "royal palace".

Your gaze finally focused, settling on the "father" before you.

You speak:

“I promise you a dwelling tens of thousands of times more magnificent than this palace, and an authority that is a whole galaxy higher than this throne.”

"Father, but our battle will never end."

You reach out your hand, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with this frail body.

Fortunately, the Blood God's Blood Might allowed this body to barely keep up with your thoughts, and the blood energy in your hand transformed into a large axe.

It's not your usual weapon, but it's still quite handy because it has your father's shape on it.

Inside your body, the sleeping girl's part slightly opened her eyes, even wanting to raise the axe to see the human-shaped figure on it, wanting to kiss it.

"This is love."

The girl murmured in her sleep, "Love, the most beautiful emotion, needs no hiding."

You choose to focus on the fight, knowing that those emotions sometimes do not belong to you, but to the ancient Fourth.

They loved their father just as much as they loved themselves.

You lean forward, your steps steady, firm, and powerful.

Just like everything this man, who played the role of a father, taught you over those thirty years.

Your father's face was withered, his skin was rotting and falling off, and his lips were torn, revealing black teeth and bones.

He steps forward with the same aggressive stance, and you will eventually meet in the same place.

You are already intimately familiar with your father's body, knowing every direction in which his muscles twitch and his arms swing.

Repair the humanoid notch on your great axe to prevent the Ancient Four from dismantling your fighting spirit.

Then his arm twisted, the axe turned, and he assumed a ready-to-slash stance.

Your father is equally aware of your thoughts, and you are trapped in this ritual in a way that is far more complex than it has been in the past thirty years.

No brother has ever been able to accompany your father in eternity as you have.

As long as he hasn't completely become the fifth, you can reunite in the ceremony forever.

You even began to have a terrible thought: besides protecting humanity, was there another reason why your father refused to become the Lord of Darkness—

It's because I don't want to lose myself.

You shouldn't have such thoughts, because the Lord of Change has already begun to mock you.

The physical excitement transmitted by the Skull Master was solely for the upcoming battle.

click!

You hear a crisp sound as the axe is slammed into the ground, and your father is stepping on one end of the weapon.

You know, it was your recent fantasy that made your thinking hesitate, which allowed the opportunity to be seized.

You decide to enjoy the battle, but when you look up, you see the face of a dead man.

That shouldn't be the case. You believe your father won in the future, but there's no need to recreate such an ugly scene from the past.

You close your eyes, and in countless moments of endings and deaths in the past and future, you should see your father's tired but familiar face.

You now know that this is the future version of your father who killed you.

Sure enough, you heard a hoarse sound coming from the face where only the jaw remained:

"Here we go again. How much longer do we have to endure this torment?"

You feel lost, believing that your father sees you as a torment and a burden.

“My son. He deserves a rest.”

You open your eyes, somewhat delighted.

Just like the last time he questioned me, what he cared about was himself.

But there's no going back; you can only be killed again and again in this farce.

You begin your battles, clashing in close combat in the Roman Colosseum, or constructing fortified terrain, transforming into soldiers of the dark age of technology, wielding forbidden weapons, and exchanging fire from a distance.

Or perhaps, all that's left is their fists, and they're fighting each other.

You eventually find yourself in a situation where you are destined to fail, and you have accepted the failure with equanimity.