Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron wasn't interested in tests of lust; he was more concerned about whether his younger brother could actually eat.

Chapter 364 The Method to Save the Wolf King (3K)

As Aaron brought up the topic, Ruth's posture became much more relaxed.

His demeanor displayed an eerie quality remarkably similar to that of his elderly father, and he spoke in a nonchalant manner:

"This is to prove to the Lord of Pleasure that even if I go out to eat things I can't possibly eat, I will not succumb to His delicious delicacies!"

"Even the tentacles of the mechanical octopus were just like food in my mouth. It just so happened that a passerby saw it, and I did something a bit extreme at the time."

Aaron was even more curious about these secrets, and he even moved closer to Ruth, fearlessly patting his knee:

"Tell me quickly, what have you done?"

Unable to resist Ruth's insistence, he had no choice but to speak:

"I crawled into the mechanical octopus's tentacles and ate my way through. There was actually a lot of biological tissue inside, but all those people saw was my mouth full of machine oil and metal residue. Plus, my movements at the time—well, not very elegant."

“Those people thought I ate a lot of food, and then they grinned at me and waved at me, thinking I was some kind of gluttonous monster.”

To demonstrate the authenticity of his description, Ruth even sat up and mimicked the actions of that time.

Well, he does not quite match the other Primarch brothers I have seen.

Even Ryan, after being taught by Caliban, while somewhat reckless, was still quite polite compared to Ruth at this point.

Aaron quickly stood up, pulled Ruth's body, and comforted her:

“I believe you, Ruth, but now you should tell me what other way you can escape from here.”

A shrewd glint flashed in Ruth's eyes, and he burst into laughter:

"Escape? There's food and drink here. Even if it's a matter of time flow, I'll become a legend of immortality compared to people outside. To be honest, I don't really believe you have the ability to save me. That old man has to come himself."

Aaron said with dissatisfaction, "At least if you say it, maybe I can do it."

Ruth was straightforward:

"Find me some things: the eyeballs of the Kraken, rocks from an underwater volcano, and the hair of an evil god. Mix them together, and the smell will be enough to make the demon guarding the Ring of Gluttony vomit."

"I could actually beat them, but these demons will stick to their duties even if they are killed. Unless you really make them vomit, hahaha, that's the simplest way to counter gluttony. Many people know this, but they can't find the last thing, the hair of the evil god."

Ruth's tone sounded like she was joking, or even deliberately teasing Aaron.

If Holy Terra were to send personnel here and inquire about this situation, any Legion or Imperial department other than Space Wolves would think that Leman Ruth was deliberately playing tricks.

After all, compared to the hair of the evil god, the previous two things were rather ordinary.

The Xenomorphs can even inquire of the Primarchs. You might not find Terran eyeballs, but they can clearly define the northern regions of countless similar planets to make it easier to find the corresponding eyeballs, which come in various shapes and colors.

Those who are not from the Empire might find Ruth's words too mythical and lacking in authenticity.

He waited for Aaron's complaints or anger, anticipating the other's response to his nonsense.

Ruth was stunned because he didn't receive the expected response or even the curses.

Instead, he said, "I understand, I'll go find it right away."

The young man's smile was so firm that Russ didn't suspect he was being misled.

"No, no, that's not how it is."

Ruth started to stutter. When he wasn't drunk, he could even be described as eloquent, but now he felt that the Primarch's body was extremely stiff, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

He forced a smile and said, "I was just teasing you. It's like some gods in the past who made me arm wrestle with them. Even if I lost the final test, they still made me do what I was supposed to do."

“You don’t need to risk going looking for any evil god’s hair,” Ruth worried that this young man who called himself his brother would really be foolish enough to seek the curse to communicate with the Four Ancient Ones. At least the Lord of Change would be happy to do so. “Actually, in three hundred years, I will be free. That is the twelfth, before reaching the thirteenth, the limit of the Lord of Pleasure. He can only imprison me twice.”

"By then, how many years will the empire have been established? I think saving the world won't be difficult at that time."

Aaron simply put his hands on his hips and sighed:

"At my time, we're heading to the North Sea, so gouging out an eyeball won't be difficult. The seabed rocks are manageable too, and as for the evil god's hair, I'll figure something out."

Aaron suddenly wondered if his father's name counted.

Ruth was already roaring in anger:

"I was lying to you! I was just bored and made a joke! Who knew that these three things combined could break through the Ring of Gluttony?"

He just wanted to see what kind of person Aaron was, but he didn't expect to get the best and worst result. This young man really came to save him.

He pointed at Aaron's skinny arms and legs: "What can you do? You'll be drained dry, you know? Drained dry!"

Ruth emphasized the word, his beard twitching along with his mouth movements.

"Then tell me about a more feasible method. But I'll also try the first one, since it seems to have a higher success rate."

Aaron shrugged and said he would remember every word his brothers said.

Besides, he genuinely believed this method was effective.

Ruth was disheartened; he had never encountered such a situation before.

If it were Ryan, they would already be fighting.

If it were Guilliman, the other party would say they would need to consult the relevant materials and then present various arguments to demonstrate the feasibility.

If it were the third brother—well, the third brother is perfect, even thinking that his desires are perfect and need no test to prove them—he would try to find Feralas to build a doghouse full of food traps to lure himself in and see if he could recreate his own trapping.

And Felus, that guy will actually agree.

Ruth didn’t realize that he had begun to equate Aaron’s reaction with the reactions he had imagined his other brothers would have, as if subconsciously accepting that Aaron was his brother.

“Alright,” he said helplessly as he sat down, then said seriously, “I’ve never seen anyone as meticulous as you.”

Looking up again, Ruth's eyes had become clear, like those of a wise man who had seen through the illusions of life:

“You need to find a wizard, a powerful psionicist, and then simulate the structure of the Gluttony Ring. No psionicist can manifest the authority of the evil god, but if it is only a small part, temporarily disguised, to open the door for me, I can escape.”

After saying this, Russ spread his hands and lay down in the simple stone house, his sleeping posture exactly like his old father's.

"But where are you going to find powerful wizards? They've either become prisoners of evil gods or gone mad long ago. So you should just stay out there for another one or two thousand years and wait for me to escape on my own."

Aaron simply nodded and said:

"Understood. The first type is food to counteract the Gluttony Ring, and the second type is a disguise to simulate the Gluttony Ring. I will prepare everything as soon as possible. Thank you for staying a few more days."

"By the way, how many more days will you be able to remain on this planet this time?"

Ruth rolled over and picked his nose, a gesture exactly like his father's.

Perhaps if Ruth's hair were trimmed, his beard shaved off, and his hair dyed black, he might look even more like Ryan.

"Five days, I guess. Anyway, if you want to see me again after five days, it will be a hundred years from now, as far as you can imagine. Remember not to waste your time and energy on me. You'd be better off going to—oh, by the way, what's the state of the Empire these days?"

Ruth sat up abruptly. Look at his head, why is he only now thinking of asking about the current state of the empire?

And it's assumed to look like a "ghost"?

Father, don't blame me for overthinking. Blame it on this ingrained way of thinking. I always feel that the further the Great Expedition went, the more you disappeared from sight, and the more I felt that the empire was doomed.

Aaron took a deep breath before beginning to explain:

"I don't know much, after all, I lived in 600 BC and only contacted you through time travel."

Ruth quickly called out, "Wait, time travel?"

He sprang up with a somersault, bringing his head close to Aaron's to sniff the aroma:

"father?"

He shouted, then said:

“That scared me to death! Ryan and I analyzed our father’s personality,” Ruth said, relieved that Aaron didn’t react, and then proceeded to rant freely, uttering a sentence that was enough to earn her a beating like Peturabo’s:

"It can be explained by his repressed passion. The less the old man talks and the more mysteriously he fiddles with his things, the more it proves that he has a completely different face inside. Unfortunately, when I went to the Ninth Brother with these words, he just smiled and saw me off. When I went to the Eighth Brother, I was analyzing my father's humanity, but he interpreted it as dissecting a corpse."

He began to feel increasingly strongly about the reactions of Bialen and his other brothers.

He even started talking to himself; Ruth was definitely the most talkative of all the brothers.

Aaron couldn't help but speak up:

“I think you’re not quite right in the head. Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’ll go back and ask the old man how to pull you out of the Ring of Gluttony.”

He slowly backed away, giving the erratic wolf king some space.

Ruth said with dissatisfaction, "The fact that I didn't go mad while I was thinking about how a flawed god would think proves my wisdom. Fine, dear brother, I'll just call you that since you're my brother."

The Primarch began to see the guests off. He didn't have much hope that he would be freed soon. He slowly lay down in the stone house and fell into a deep sleep.

Aaron looked serious and whispered, "I will find a way to save you. Wait for me."

He remembered this scene vividly, so that in his past, no matter how much effort he put in, he would have the opportunity to prepare everything again and return to this time.

After making up his mind, Aaron suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him and lay back down on the ground.

The next moment, the Ring of Gluttony began to shatter, and the new Aaron walked over carrying a pot.

During these intervals, Aaron awoke in his own time and was watching Angron stew bear paws.

Chapter 365 Anda: Ruth? I'm not saving her anymore (3K)

The bear paw that the old father had been longing for was indeed brought back by Anglong.

Aaron climbed up from the table in the courtyard and watched his father packing his luggage. Marum had also returned and was brushing the fifth child's fur.

"Father, how long have I been asleep?"

He asked a question, and the old man seemed to have entered one of his rare human-like phases, even knowing to take the initiative to work, and the words that came out of his mouth were quite normal:

"A day and a half. This time, I'm not worried about you smelling bad in there, but I need to pack my things and move you out first to avoid the hassle of packing."

"What interesting things did you encounter this time?"

Aaron stepped down from the table, stretched his arms and legs, and asked in return:

"What about the bear? I don't think you'd sacrifice the rest of the bear just to eat its paws."

Anda straightened up, put the last of his luggage onto the donkey cart, and grinned, showing his teeth:

"It was given to your mother's family as an offering to the gods. Being able to eat bear paws is enough. Bears are not common here. This is just the last one left, brought over by the Persians during their invasion a few years ago. Try a few bites later and see how it tastes."