Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Until the fifth voice began to speak:

"Right now, as long as I am etched in [End and Death], I can exist forever!"

The axe in your hand transforms into a sword, and from the hilt grows a divine face—whether it's wearing a spiked helmet or its head was originally sharp—that you can't tell.

You know this is Kane, and you wonder why He dares to appear before you. The Blood God's hounds have been chasing Kane's fragments for a long time.

The Blood God, urging your body to act, is about to strike, but is stopped by the Lord of Myriad Changes:

“You don’t need Kane to complete yourself, but Kane needs to pay the price for his offense. Let him be trapped in this cage forever.”

You know, the Fourth Ancient One always understood that [the end and death] are nothing more than a cage that confines oneself.

It's torture.

Father, when will we be free?

You obey the will of the Fourth Ancient One, reverse the sword of Kane in your hand, pierce your own chest and abdomen, and fall to your knees.

Chapter 360 Anda: I really don't want to stay in this awful place anymore (3K)

“I feel something is wrong. I understand your sadness about Horus, but I really don’t have any feelings for him.”

Anda struggled to recover half of his face, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was dancing wildly in the Black King's minefield.

He suddenly realized that the Black King might be himself, which was why he was able to threaten him with Aaron earlier.

The Black King didn't dwell on this issue too much; He simply needed to personally kill Horus each time.

He was more concerned with why his connection with Anda was closer.

Was it because of our last contact?

Black King habitually touched his skin. Hmm, it was somewhat smooth?

"You used olive oil? That's not a trend these days. Wait, why are other people's hands sweaty?"

Anda's half-face struggled to regain control of his body. After receiving Aaron's prayers for no apparent reason last time, he now possessed the power to contend with the Black King.

Limited to one's own body.

"Never mind the details, let's look at the mess that dog Kane made. He etched himself into the 'End and Death,' and now look what's happened. Unless you become the Dark Lord completely, you'll be fighting Horus on the timeline forever."

"Last time there was Vashtor, and this time there's Kane. I wonder if this is some way for other beings to survive?"

Anda has a relatively open mind, but he's also rather timid.

If Vashtor is aiming for godhood, he must join this game.

Kane didn't have that right. All his fussing was just to survive and prevent all his fragments from being collected and eaten by Khorne.

"Oh no, will all the spirit race gods have to use this method to protect themselves in the future?"

Anda was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh. "You are the Eldar Empire, the current rulers of the galaxy!"

We humans are just tiny carambs, the point is, let me have a few days of peace!

I need to spend time with my son!

Why don't you bypass these six hundred years and go wreak havoc on other time periods?

I can play role-playing games with you guys at other times, like Middle-earth or Avalon, that's not out of the question.

Black King snorted coldly and cursed:

"Look at you, so useless! I remember my goal when I was human was to restore humanity to its former glory!"

Adachi slapped himself across the face, and with a loud crack:

"But we can't ruin these six hundred years, raising a son is not easy."

Black King decisively reached out and tore himself in half, hopping on one leg to the self-destructive Chaos vessel, and grasped Kane's sword.

Did they think they could survive forever by hiding here?

He drew his sword, and had to use his spiritual power to protect his organs from falling to the ground.

Anda lost his balance and fell to the ground, flailing his arms and legs wildly.

It looks like a fish that has been hoisted up and thrown to the ground.

“You are the Lord of Darkness, but not the Lord of Corruption and Destruction.” He shouted with all his might, straining his guts.

"If you use that power, you will drift further and further away from us! Of course, I would be happy to separate from you."

When Erda measured the size of his intestines, he didn't split them vertically.

This is the first time I've ever felt this way.

Go back and try it.

The Black King released his grip, allowing the Kane Sword to dissolve within Philip's body.

As this low-budget version of "The End and Death" came to an end, the four gods departed one by one, with the Sleeping Girl being the last to leave.

She was so beautiful, with clean, neat, and slightly tousled long, pale purple hair.

That beautiful face still looked like she hadn't woken up yet, her fingers pinching the hem of her skirt:

Can I have a kiss?

Black King picked up the rubble from the ground and threw it at the girl.

"roll!"

Don't trust women, especially when you're unsure of their gender.

When the world is destroyed, the Black King wouldn't mind personally chopping Salis into mincemeat. But it's too early now; there are still infinite timescales before the universe is annihilated.

Those space undead always felt that the warp was unimportant. Apart from finding a physical body to resurrect themselves, they were only concerned with the threat of decay in the material universe. They thought they were the true masters of the universe and even had a kind of "mercy" that allowed other intelligent races to live under their rule.

The humanity these skeletons simulate is comparable to my own.

Black King hopped back with only one leg left and stuck to Anda.

His thoughts had just shifted, from Salis to the necromantic spirits of space.

This is very unusual and needs to be closely monitored.

We need to go back and send someone to check the records to find out when Salis got involved with the space necromancers.

There shouldn't be any bones inside that thing.

"Take good care of your family. I will cherish the beautiful memories you have shared over the past six hundred years."

The Black King felt somewhat relieved. Anda could never be separated from Him, for according to Aaron's prayer, He was both God and man.

Therefore, they were actually willing to give Anda a friendly look.

Anda frantically tries to drive away his future self, telling him to get lost.

He also needed to see if he could save Philip; Alexander was still one of his bloodlines, and he couldn't let him die like that.

However, being able to serve as a vessel for [End and Death] and be subject to the gaze of the Four Ancient Ones, this guy can be considered a chosen one.

Even more than 40,000 years later, such people are still rare.

The Black King's consciousness gradually faded away as the sacred realm dissipated.

Anda then discovered that there were still palace guards who had not fled outside the sacred domain. He hurriedly covered his face, and several bolts of lightning surged into the new king's body, which served as a kind of heart resuscitation. Then he fled.

These people are insane! Instead of escaping from such a dangerous environment, they just wait to catch me?

Oh, this damn charm.

Anda was too narcissistic; he didn't realize that perhaps these guards were simply upholding their duty and protecting their king.

After he fled, many princes, ministers, and court officials gathered to watch their king awaken.

One of the guards hesitated and said:

"When the demon possessed the king, it called the God-King 'Father.' We can't hear much of what it said, but the title 'Father' was crystal clear. This means that King Philip did not have the right to inherit the throne of Macedon; he was not of royal blood."

The chief minister, displeased, shouted:

"No, doesn't this just prove that our king is the son of a god, just like the ancient demigod heroes! We must proclaim that the royal bloodline of Macedon comes from the god Zeus!"

That's why he could become the chief minister. These coincidences came together, and then a king of another country declared that it had a sacred endorsement.

But it doesn't really matter. There are countless city-state lords or kings in Greece whose ancestors can be traced back to Zeus, so it's not surprising to everyone.

On the contrary, Macedonia took so many years to come out and claim that they were of Zeus's blood, which was somewhat belated.

Someone else suggested: "Just now, besides the gods, we clearly saw four powers resurrected in King Philip, but we could not identify their powers, only remember the colors. Purple disappeared last."

“We should value purple, as it represents the oldest divinity residing in the king.”

"Blue is for officials, red is for military use, and green is for priests and physicians."

"In this way, all the gods will bless Macedonia."

After a brief discussion, thankfully, no matter how hard they tried, they only decided on the use of colors, rather than suddenly having a flash of inspiration and having the names of four evil gods pop into their heads.

Ah, Macedonia, a land of great fortune.

Anda didn't get home until midnight. After the king woke up, many government departments had already begun to maintain order in the mess he had left behind.

There were also Erda's servants, who assisted in the capacity of the Temple of the Sun.

After defeating the Demon King, the hero naturally goes home to his wife, children, and a warm bed; it's rare to see a hero go to politics to deal with the aftermath.

"I'm starving! Is there any food left at home?" This hand is draped over my back, and I keep saying I'm hungry. I'm not the only one who's thinking about it.

Anda kicked open the door and couldn't stop himself from walking towards the kitchen.

He also knows how to endorse his actions, and if he acts a little rascal when it comes to Aaron's brother, Aaron won't mind.

Fortunately, it was Aaron, the eldest son, who returned home early, so there was no need to worry about housework, and hot soup had been prepared in advance.

Erda was already resting and meditating inside, her psychic energy sinking into the clouds above, searching for any remaining threats.

Anda sat at the table, gulping down her soup, and even asked the hand of Koz on her back to help her get her food. Sure enough, with a third hand, eating was much faster!

Koz always managed to give himself a bite and then give his father a bite as well.

The ideal of a loving father and a filial son is exemplified in all things.