Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron ignored the old man and went to Angron's side, watching the little guy study how to preserve the shape and even the fur of the bear paws before cooking them.

He approached, squatted down, and asked:

"I remember your recipes were mostly plant-based, so how come there's a bear in them all of a sudden?"

Anglong stared intently, the cleaver in his hand spinning rapidly, flashing like lightning.

With the Primarch's finger and body control, there's no need to worry about the knife suddenly flying out and hitting the head of the most useless person in the house.

Xiao An said earnestly:

“My companion said that a bear had attacked a village to the north and his cousin had died there. So I went there, found the bear, and carried it back whole, which took a little longer than usual. My father had said before that bear paws are delicious, and I remember that.”

Okay, the most important thing in my head is still eating.

Aaron patted Angron's head, wondering if taking Angron to see Ruth and cooking for him would count as a way to break through the Ring of Gluttony.

Ultimately, Angron couldn't find a way to cook it the way it was, and he could only boil it and then bake it.

The family sat at the table, and Anda stood up, took a knife, cut the food into pieces, and distributed them to the family members sitting on both sides of the table.

"The fifth brother doesn't eat meat, so this piece is for me."

“I’m busy with the temple cleanup, so I’m helping her with this as well.”

“A whole bear is to be offered to the gods, and I am the king of the gods, so I deserve another piece.”

"Finally, I am the head of the family, your father, and I shall have one more piece."

As they talked, three bear paws were already placed on Anda's plate.

The last one was shared among the three of them.

Aaron was even somewhat relieved to see this scene. Yes, this was the kind of inhuman father he knew.

When I opened my eyes just now, I was terrified to see my father working.

Fortunately, the family was very accommodating and began to eat, at which point Aaron began to recount his experiences.

When the two methods to save Ruth were mentioned, Marum had a feeling of wanting to be happy but being unable to.

Logically speaking, finding a Primarch in the father's timeline who has the opportunity to return to the Empire should be a great thing.

At least he could share a lot of the burden with his father Guilliman in the war.

However, even if Ruth is right, the statement can be reversed:

How could it be Ruth!

As for the two methods, Marum naturally knew that the first one was just the Lord of the Space Wolves playing a trick on others, as Ruth had not yet confirmed Aaron's and the Primarch's brotherhood.

The second option is a bit difficult. He needs to relay this information back, hoping that the Imperial fleet will be aimed at Sononio, a pastoral world of Eldar that he has never even heard of.

Perhaps we could be more cautious and not issue an extermination order right away.

Angron sat on Aaron's lap, gnawing on bear paw meat, and didn't forget to comment:

"So there's a hell out there, full of delicious food and fine wine. How can you call this hell?"

Aaron used an analogy and laughed:

"It's like this: all the food you make in the future, no matter how exquisite it is, will just be tasteless bread or even dry dough in other people's eyes."

Angron shuddered; he couldn't accept this terrifying future.

Aaron went on to describe: "When you're in the most terrifying state of the gluttony ring, you're even willing to start trying to eat more dangerous things or eating in dangerous ways. In short, the original beauty of life in eating is alienated."

Adachi slammed his fist on the table and made a decisive decision:

“That’s right, ‘alienation’! Those four monstrous things, and the subspace, are the way they corrupt people.”

Aaron looked at his father, his expression turning serious:

"So, Father, can you implement both of these methods?"

"If you have an entire empire in the future, you should be able to find a wizard who can do that, right?"

"For example, a well-trained Astartes psionicist, as long as their faith in you is unwavering, can help Russ disguise the door for that one moment, and it will be enough time."

When Anda heard the words "Astartes" and "psychic" linked together, his face turned awkward, and he couldn't help but wink at Marum, trying to get him to say something.

Marum understood immediately and said seriously:

“More than 10,000 years ago in my time, His Majesty issued an order that, apart from the Imperial Star Speakers and Navigators registered with the Empire, the Imperial Legion was not allowed to use psionicists in combat. Astartes psionicists were strictly prohibited.”

His Majesty is reluctant to mention these painful memories, so he asked me to speak them for him. Yes, that must be it.

After hearing this, Anda grinned maliciously and used his psionic powers to pin Marum to the table.

"That was done by my future self, it has nothing to do with my present self. My present self still highly recommends the use of psychic energy. Look at your Uncle Ares, he didn't use psychic energy and got beaten up by that skinny, pointy-eared guy. But after using psychic energy, he immediately turned the tables. How could someone as practical as me ignore the role of psychic energy? You agree, right?"

Marum bravely raised his hand, defiantly enduring Anda's oppression:

"I can testify to this: after Your Majesty steadfastly held the throne, the legions were divided into battle groups according to the Holy Scriptures, and the legion think tanks were gradually equipped and improved. Your Majesty, psionicists have become one of the most important resources of the Empire!"

The old man just muttered a curse lightly:

"Get out of here. I want to leave a document at the High Lords meeting, and I want to carefully review the suggestions put forward by the Ultramarines."

This frightened Marum into shutting up immediately. He could offend the master, but he couldn't cause any trouble for his father because of it.

Aaron quickly picked up the plate in front of his father.

"According to your description, the future is already chaotic enough. Father, it's better not to make things worse, otherwise people will think that you are also an obstacle to humanity."

Sigh, I was born in this awkward position.

In short, judging from the father's attitude, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to rescue Ruth from the Ring of Gluttony.

There was even some schadenfreude about it?

Aaron had to carefully observe his father's expression, hoping he wasn't mistaken and that the old man was really smiling.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; if I don't have children and grandchildren, I'll enjoy my own happiness."

After eating and drinking his fill, Anda stood up, rubbing his belly. His belongings had all been packed away, and since there was no bed, he planned to spend the night in Lao Wu's thatched hut.

"The time has not yet come. The missing Primarchs are waiting for their respective prophecies to come true. In scientific terms, they will only be freed when various environmental conditions are met."

Aaron put down Angron, cleared the dishes, and grumbled as he did so:

"Can you please stop talking about science like a charlatan? If you don't want to save us, fine, I'll figure something out myself."

He suddenly had a whimsical idea and murmured:

"Perhaps I can pretend to be a psionic master in my dreams, or I can ask my brothers from an earlier time period for help, some of whom are skilled in psionics."

Anglong, carrying a basin of water, reached his little hands in to help wash the dishes, and said regretfully:

"Unfortunately, I can't feel my psychic powers working. I'm not good at disguising myself, and I'll be discovered no matter where I go."

Aaron suddenly looked up and searched around, but did not see Coz's little hand.

Marum, having escaped the master's clutches and understanding Aaron's meaning, advised:

"There is a difference between stealth and simulation. The Primarch's power may be able to enter and exit, but it cannot replace the mechanism."

“Since it’s witchcraft, you need to seek Magnus’s help.”

Even Marum had to admit that Magnus was the most powerful psionicist in the Empire besides His Majesty.

On the bright side, at least they gained something. They couldn't rely on the old man; it was their younger brothers who were truly capable.

He planned to go to Magnus that night, but he couldn't sleep. The old man was sneaking around like he was doing something bad. Before dawn, they took their prepared brothers and headed to the port.

Aaron sat on the donkey cart, holding the sleeping Angron, and whispered:

"Father, did you do something bad while I was asleep?"

Adachi looked puzzled:

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Do I look that untrustworthy?"

Marum, who was acting as the power source for the donkey cart in place of the fifth son, added:

"It was Ares who issued the challenge. He's busy searching the whole city, wanting a fair duel to prove he's not a god who lost a battle,"

"They arranged to meet at noon today."

Aaron covered his face, and said weakly:

“Father, you should be able to beat him, and I remember you didn’t even participate in the finals of the fishing competition.”

Anda shook his head and wagged his fingers, indicating that his son was still too young.

"No, no, no, you underestimate a warrior's determination when truly facing a duel. That guy's stubborn; once he gets going, no one can pull him back."

"I may be able to win, but I'm afraid of getting hurt!"

When he said this, there wasn't a trace of shame on his face, as if victory wasn't such a glorious thing in the old man's eyes.

But the price paid for victory, the pain, was very real.

The old man also lay down, his body naturally occupying the largest empty space on the donkey cart:

"Anyway, this isn't the first time we've tricked him. Hopefully, once we get to the north, that idiot will come to his senses."

Chapter 366 How about we send Angron to Rusna? One can cook and the other can eat. (3K)

The anthropomorphic period of old things is always particularly short, just like autumn in Macedonia.

The further north they went, the drier and colder the climate became, and Aaron had to wear an animal skin garment.

The other three people in the family and the donkey did not have such problems at all. Anda could even throw Anglong forward with his arms bare, rushing over to catch him before he hit the ground.

In theory, if they maintain this speed, they will be faster than Marum pulling a donkey cart.

By the time they left the last town in Macedonia, the natural environment had completely changed as well.

The ground was lifeless, covered with dry rocks, and the sound of distant waves could be heard.

Make a "pop" sound, like someone is shaking a small bell.

Then came the chorus of "swish" sounds, the surging of water behind the waves.

Experienced fishermen can judge where it is suitable to go out to sea by listening to the sound of the sea.