Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron set out the remaining dishes, sat down at the table, and asked:

"By the way, where is Uncle Ares?"

Anda froze, not even opening his mouth to eat the food that Koz was stuffing into his mouth, which ended up smearing his face.

"Uh, cough cough, he should be fine. After the demon was banished, even if there are any remaining emissaries of Kane, they can't defeat him. Besides, he's immortal and can be resurrected, so there's no need to worry about his safety."

Anda felt a little guilty; he had genuinely forgotten to pull Ares out and bring it back.

Because when the immortals traveled before, they assumed that if they encountered danger, they could ignore it, and even if they died, they would return on their own in a few days.

He changed the subject: "Haven't seen Angron and Marum yet? Don't worry about Fifth Brother, he knows the way, he'll get back no matter what."

Aaron sighed:

“Marum just came back once. He still has some lesser demons he hasn’t killed. When the greater demon was born, all over Macedonia was plagued by disasters.”

“Don’t worry, Angron. Marum has seen him; he’s out hunting bears in the mountains.”

Anda wiped his mouth, indicating that Koz's Hand could just focus on eating and not worry about him.

"Bear, hey, hey hey, this is good, I haven't eaten bear paws in ages."

“Aaron, let’s wait until Angron catches a bear, eats it, and then leave Macedonia. Anyway, you’ve met your mother, and she’s usually busy, so let’s go on a trip.”

Anda had no desire to stay in Macedonia any longer. If something was amiss, he wondered if things would be better elsewhere.

"For example, cross the sea to the north, where there are islands, snow-capped mountains, and the Kraken."

Chapter 361 The Legend of the Gluttonous Wolf King (3K)

"Didn't we say that we would invite Uncle Hades to host a banquet this winter, around the turn of the year?"

Aaron still remembered his promise to Uncle Hades.

Anda frowned and said, “That’s not a big problem. He’s slow-witted, and your mother will take care of him when he comes. He’ll have good food and drink. Besides, time isn’t important to us immortals. But you, Aaron, I hope we can make the most of our limited lives and take you to see as much of the world as possible.”

"Don't worry, this isn't a breach of contract. I'll have your mother write a letter explaining, and Hades will understand. Perhaps he'll even follow in our footsteps and reunite with us in the North Sea."

Aaron took a deep breath. To be honest, he had traveled all over the area influenced by Athenian culture, from Egypt to Macedonia, from south to north.

I'm still looking forward to going further north, crossing part of the sea, and arriving at that snowy island and the real North Sea, to see what kind of local customs and culture await me.

After Anda finished her hot soup, she pulled Coz off and threw her to Aaron.

"Having an extra hand is really nice; no wonder the Cult of Machines likes to add mechanical arms to themselves. Alright, it's getting late, time to go to sleep."

"Ha, I have a feeling your mother is in a bad mood tonight, and she's probably going to try to kill me again."

As the stars shifted, Macedonia gradually fell into tranquility.

Aaron tidied up the dishes and went back to his room to lie down.

The little hand beside him said goodbye, and then jumped into the shadows.

Aaron closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already on a vast ocean.

There were two suns in the sky, but the temperature was not hot.

The buoyancy of the seawater is greater than that of the ocean in Terra, so Aaron doesn't have to exert much effort to float on the surface.

The seawater was flowing very gently. A raft was drifting slowly in the distance. The canvas structure on it was very simple, and two people with pointed ears were standing next to the raft.

They weren't those eerie-looking, strangely made-up, smoky-eyed people with pointed ears; instead, they were more primitive and even resembled the style of Terra's primitive hunting tribes.

"Huma, there's a human floating on the sea. Is he one of those iron ships that fell from the sky before?"

A boy with pointed ears spoke excitedly, pointing in Aaron's direction while tugging at the clothes of his older companion who was piloting the raft.

"Maine, go to the back and get the weapons. Be careful of anyone. If this is a spy from the Fallen Clan, we'll be at risk of annihilation."

The Eldar named Huma wore animal skin clothing and a feathered headdress. The weapon that Mayne brought behind him was neither a spear nor a bow and arrow.

Instead, it was a charged rifle, a weapon that the Eldar Empire considered outdated back then, but now, in the hands of their pastoral faction, it still had some self-defense capabilities.

While the Dark Eldar submitted to the Lord of Pleasure, and the Death Legion and the clowns of the troupe each found their own creeds, many Eldar were forced to live in Sanctuary Worlds, relying on Soulstones and Paths—that is, choosing an art form—to distract themselves and avoid being captured by the Lord of Pleasure.

One Eldar race took a more similar path, choosing to return to the most ancient tribal hunting lifestyle and survive in a primitive agricultural world where civilization was extremely underdeveloped.

Of course, it's just that their lifestyle is primitive. If some ignorant alien race attacks, they can still pull out something to show the other side what the Eldar Empire's foundation is.

Just like the pastoral schools that have developed in human art, these schools believe that the oldest primitive life, which is only for hunting and eating to survive, is the most essential and the most free from so-called sins. They have no original sin and live in the natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.

However, such a lifestyle is always abhorred by young people who have not experienced the collapse of the Eldar.

They heard about the past glories from their elders, who had already witnessed and experienced them, so it was only natural for them to retire and return to their rural homes.

It would be such a waste for these young people to be bound to this boring life just because of the dangers they have never experienced.

If they read more books, they would know that this kind of thinking is usually the prelude to a complete wipeout.

Unfortunately, ignorance is bliss.

Huma and Mayne are such young pastoral elves who built a raft on their own and left the islands where their local tribes lived, hoping to reach the wild continent.

They had heard since childhood that there were iron ships that had fallen from the sky and were still intact on land.

If we can find an iron ship, we can fly to the sky, beyond this world, and see how beautiful the so-called starry sky is.

Huma was at least somewhat vigilant, much more cautious than Mayne.

As the raft drew closer, Huma took the weapon and aimed it at the mysterious bald man on the sea.

He took a stone from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and spoke in a voice that Aaron could understand:

"Who are you?"

Could that stone enable people to understand each other's languages?

Aaron was seeing this thing for the first time. He spread his arms to indicate that he had no weapons and no ill intentions.

"Could you let me board the boat first? It's not very convenient to be in the water."

Huma nodded, thinking that their spirit race's physical abilities far surpassed those of these humans, and since the other side had no weapons, there was little danger.

He gestured for Maine to stand back to protect him, then grabbed a paddle and pulled Aaron aboard.

Aaron took off his shirt, wrung it out, and spread it out on the raft before speaking:

"My name is Aaron Weir. What's your name?"

"I am Huma, and this is Mayne," the other person said cautiously, still holding his weapon.

Aaron nodded, looking quite content, and sat on the raft, feeling the sea breeze and the seawater on his body gradually drying off.

"Have you ever seen a person fall from the sky, or heard of a human being who is very young but has extraordinary abilities, usually accompanied by a huge physique?"

He didn't know which younger brother this place belonged to, and wondered if it was some younger brother in the future, who was currently in trouble.

Mayne became excited, tugged at Huma's sleeve, and asked cautiously;

"He asked! He asked us if we had ever seen someone fall from the sky. He must have fallen from the sky too. We have a lead to the iron ship!"

Huma didn't answer Aaron's question, nor did he pay attention to Maine's excitement. Instead, he asked in return:

"Where do you come from? And how did you get here?"

Aaron gave a mysterious smile. It was time to make up an identity for himself when he was out and about again.

Using the words he had used to advise Uncle Ares, he imagined himself being able to teleport behind the two of them.

In the instant his mind cleared, his vision blurred for a moment, then returned to normal, and he was indeed behind the two of them.

The moment Huma felt the change in the weight of the raft, he instinctively fired his gun. After missing, he turned around and looked at Aaron, who was standing behind him with a smile on his face.

Mayne was screaming in fright, but also very excited. They had witnessed teleportation that was so free and spontaneous, without any obvious psionic reaction!

Many shamans in the tribe cannot do this; they need to use beacons to achieve safe and fast teleportation.

Teleportation that is too close or too far is difficult to control and can easily trap you in subspace.

In the eyes of the Lord of Pleasure, it would be like someone getting stuck in a washing machine right in front of him.

No, Huma even felt that he hadn't realized Aaron's teleportation had entered the subspace.

Instead, it's about moving directly from one point in reality to another!

Because their race is extremely sensitive to the opening of the warp, it's impossible that they wouldn't notice it!

Humans, mysterious humans.

Aaron spoke first:

"Don't worry, I meant no harm. I really did fall from the sky. Every species has good and bad people, and this world also has extraterrestrial visitors. If they are good people, we will leave together. If they are bad people, then you will have to help me kill them."

"I can't see the land nearby, so please take me to a place where I can see the land, then I can leave on my own."

Aaron's smile was infectious; two professional assassins with pointed ears had already fallen for him, let alone these two young Eldar.

Although Huma was still holding the gun, he gradually relaxed and was no longer in an aiming posture.

Mayne's mindset changed much faster; she couldn't wait to run up to Aaron and examine this mysterious young human closely.

He opened his mouth and said:

"There are many legends about people falling from the sky, but they are all concentrated on the wild continent, while our tribes live in the western islands. We have sacred objects to protect us, so things from the sky will not fall on our heads."

Huma pulled Mayne aside, sigh, what a terrible teammate. We don't even know if what the other party said is true, and you've already revealed your secrets.

If we don't stop you, are you going to reveal the location of the sacred object?

“Maine, go tell the legends you’ve heard, but don’t touch on matters concerning our tribe.”

Huma had to seriously state his bottom line, and Mayne, realizing what was happening, immediately changed the subject:

"Let me tell you the stories of those people who fell from the sky, the stories that are more clearly documented."

He squatted down, wiggling an object on the ground as he explained:

"Our world is called Sononia. Most of the land is an archipelago, with only the east and west sides having relatively complete continents."

"Both sides are called the Wilderness Continent because our tribes cannot—cough cough, sorry, only people who fall from the sky and explorers from outside can explore this place. It is said to be the remnant of a war more than 10,000 years ago."

"The most famous visitor from outer space is the Wolf King. Legend has it that he is huge, gluttonous and easily angered. Even the most ferocious mechanical beasts on the desolate continent would be caught and bitten by him if they passed by."

Aaron, keenly aware of this, asked curiously: