Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Oh, but don't worry, because everyone's understanding of the apocalypse is different. This demon was replaced by a more detailed and feasible concept of behavior not long after it was born. I think I even managed to snatch something from its body before it disappeared."

The old father couldn't say much, not because he wanted to be a riddle teller, but because he couldn't recall many of his future memories.

Many key moments are still unclear.

Especially at the location of the first [End and Death], the fog had condensed into a thick black wall that neither he nor the Black King could touch.

Before long, the family began to eat. To show that he wanted to make some changes, Anda washed his face and brushed his teeth before the meal, straightened his posture, and thanked Marum for catching the fish.

When the other three started eating, they saw this scene and felt a little uncomfortable, even a little creeped out.

Ignoring everything else, Anda finally grabbed a piece of fish, but before she could put it in her mouth, she heard a distant "woo-woo—"

The distant sound of horns came from the west side of the island, carrying a strange dryness, not like a horn carved from dry wood, but more like one made of bone.

Because the tools used for scraping meat and carving are stone axes with low precision, the sound they produce always has an awkward, itchy quality.

Anda started eating quickly, picking up the plate and pouring food into his mouth.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

That's more like it. Just now, with that refined and gentle demeanor, I thought my father had lost his mind.

Anda, having taken advantage of her completely, looked panicked.

"You've all finished eating? Hurry up and pack your things and leave. What are you still doing here, waiting to be caught red-handed?"

Marum leaned closer and whispered a correction:

"The wood and ingredients we used were all our own; there was no theft involved."

Anda's expression froze for a moment, then he slumped down, touching his stomach and saying:

"If you hadn't said so earlier, I would have thought I was going to be mistaken for a thief again."

Aaron asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'again'?"

He looked at Marum and felt that the two of them must have done some petty theft without his knowledge.

Marum may have been forced, but the old father must have really done something wrong.

"Waaah, waaah—"

The bugle call sounded again, this time weak and intermittent.

The group looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw two simple longboats, one after the other, approaching the island.

Marum's eyesight is exceptional, he described as follows:

"The ship in front still has sails and flags, but they are all damaged. The ship behind has damage to its left ramming corner and is leaking. Judging from the direction of the damage, the force came from underwater, rather than from a collision between ships on the surface."

"But it doesn't seem to be caused by giant aquatic species of the present era. It seems that even though we've left Macedonia, the troubles still follow us."

Anda leaned over, patted Marum on the shoulder, and laughed;

"In fact, chaos was happening everywhere in this era, but it was not enough to affect the normal development of civilization. Many descriptions in myths are not people's imagination, but real observations."

"Sigh, let's see what this thing is. Could it really be the Kraken that Aaron wanted?"

Anda even turned around and glared at Aaron, muttering under his breath:

"Look at you, dreaming all the time and listening to Ruth's nonsense. Now look what's happened, I'm starting to wonder if this world is just a place where whatever you want, the world will create it."

"You want the eyes of the Kraken, so that the attacked ships will appear right now."

Aaron was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head:

"I have this ability? I only dream about what I can do. It's unlikely in reality. It's probably just a coincidence."

"Besides, these are all things Ruth said. If Ruth said that the material needed is the moon in the sky, I could even see the moon fall—uh-huh!"

Anda rushed over and covered Aaron's mouth, warning him:

"Anyway, you should keep your mouth shut. Sometimes you have a really bad mouth. There aren't any astronomical disasters in this era, but what if a few asteroids fall down?"

As the two argued, the two longships arrived at the beach and, propelled by inertia, rushed ashore. The exhausted warriors, wearing helmets with twisted, pointed sides, tumbled off the ships and lay on the ground, breathing heavily, unwilling to move.

They didn't even bother to care about the Anda family, who were camped just a few dozen meters away; instead, they were still shaken and dared not recall their previous terrifying experience.

Aaron was about to go over and ask what had happened when Anda stopped him:

"Don't worry about it, let's just leave and head towards our destination. Maybe the legend of the siren started here. In the current era, the warp barrier is stable, and no strange tendencies have emerged in the thoughts of civilization. Even if there are demons and corrupted creatures, they will decay and disappear on their own."

Aaron couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Father, what happened to you after you left Macedonia? You used to just talk the talk, but you still interfered. Now you're really going to ignore everything?"

Marum leaned closer and explained:

"The reason why the master refused Ares' challenge and gave up the fishing competition was that he found his charm had returned, and the way people looked at him had become frenzied again."

"I suspect that the master is actually trying his best to avoid meeting people again."

Aaron suddenly realized, "You should have said so earlier!"

“Father, why don’t you go back to the ship and rest first? We’ll go see what’s going on. If it’s not a big deal, we won’t interfere.”

Anda felt quite uncomfortable and said awkwardly:

"Alright then, I'll go first!"

He jumped into the sea in a few steps, then climbed onto the boat and hid.

Aaron then followed Marum, carrying Angron, and walked towards the two longships.

"We are travelers from Thebes, and we want to see what other people live north of Macedonia."

He shouted loudly, unsure if the other person could understand him.

Fortunately, someone who didn't seem to be in charge of the fighting got up and spoke in broken Athenian:

"Welcome, travelers from the holy city of Thebes, but I'm sorry, we've been attacked and are unable to entertain you. Please make yourselves at home."

"This is one of the supply camps established by our tribe when we moved south. Please feel free to use it."

The newcomer looked tired and had a wary look in his eyes as he stared at Marum.

Although there were many of them, many were still shaken and exhausted, and could not afford any further injury. Therefore, expressing a friendly attitude would be beneficial and harmless.

With no communication issues, Aaron relaxed considerably and took the initiative to introduce himself:

“I am Aaron, this is Angron, my brother. Marum, our steward. The one who just boarded the ship, uh, is my father. He is not very mentally sound and is afraid of strangers. It was because of his mental illness that we decided to leave our hometown and start our journey.”

Anyway, when I'm out and about, my identity and background are all made up by myself, so I hope my father won't mind.

The person took a few more breaths, calmed down a bit, and then approached to respond:

"You can call me Ed, which means 'hole in a long pole.' Please forgive my rudeness—"

Ed's expression turned serious, and he glanced at Aaron's ship again:

"Don't go any further north. From my ancestral homeland, head south. Across a not-so-magnificent ocean, there's a piece of land. Continue south, and you'll reach the northwest of this island. That should be where you're headed."

“Monsters roam there. We can only pray that they are just wandering in the nearby waters and will not cross the land to attack our homeland.”

"You saw our miserable state. In fact, we are only half of them. The other half are likely to die."

Aide's tone was heavy, filled with deep sadness, which was genuine.

Sure enough, it really is a monster.

Aaron looked somewhat helpless, exchanged a glance with Marum, and put Angron down. The latter busied himself searching for food to feed the still-shaken people.

I suppose you've just escaped death, so there's no need to be picky about food now. Just obediently eat the food of me, the Lord of World Devourers!

The title "World Eater" was something Angron learned from his Uncle Marum after he realized that his brothers all had their own legions.

The latter is somewhat melancholic; perhaps there's a story hidden behind that name.

Aaron encouraged Ed:

"At least tell us about the monster, what dangerous places it is and what its characteristics are, so that if we can't get through, we can go back and tell the others."

Chapter 368: The Imperial Palace's Ingredients List! (3K)

Having found someone to confide in, Ed's panicked expression eased, and he no longer needed to force himself to stay calm.

Aaron invited him to sit down by the campfire in his camp and asked Marum to light more fires to keep warm and to set up a rack to dry his clothes and armor.

Holding a cup of hot tea in his hands, Ed finally calmed down and began to recount their terrifying experiences.

Initially, they ventured south across the sea to land, solely to plunder more resources for survival and expand their tribe.

They discovered that there were fewer people on the land across the sea than in their hometown.

The various tribes had no choice but to decide to continue their exploration in different directions.

Because Ed had previously traveled to Macedonia with a caravan, he was listed as one of the leaders of this exploration mission.

They soon reached the southern edge of the land across the sea; if they continued south, they would reach Egypt.

If you follow the coastline southeast, you can reach the northern part of Macedonia, a warmer region compared to your homeland, relatively safely.

They have no intention of starting a conflict with Macedonia, at least Ed believes that's the case for now.

These desolate lands, which the Macedonians looked down upon, were treasures in the eyes of the Ed tribe.

Ed had learned about Macedonia's customs and traditions, even its warlike tendencies.

The Macedonian king plotted to conquer Athens and Sparta to the south, and even planned to hire the Edd people as mercenaries.

There is a high probability that these northern lands will be granted to them after the war.

However, even without a legitimate reason, Macedonia wouldn't care if they occupied this place, and wouldn't bother to allocate troops to deal with them.

People always tend to migrate to places that are more suitable for their survival.

I just don't know why their ancestors were so unlucky. While others went to Athens and Macedonia, they ended up in a high-latitude, cold region.

At this moment, Anda, who was still hiding on the ship and didn't want to see anyone, seemed to remember something.

In the past, many primitive tribes searched for suitable places to live, and successfully occupied the habitable zones in the low and mid latitudes of the world.

Who led those unfortunate souls who ended up in high-latitude regions astray?

It shouldn't have anything to do with them, after all, I'm only a few thousand years old, while human migration has a history of at least tens of thousands of years.