Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Hmm, it definitely has nothing to do with me.

"Could you describe the monster's appearance in detail? Do you think it's a single creature, or a group of creatures?"

Aaron patiently guided him, taking out paper and pen from his tools. Although they were the lowest quality kind, according to his father, it would be more than 1,500 years before paper that could truly support the expansion of writing and allow culture to spread widely appeared in this region.

Fortunately, I have good self-control and didn't tear the paper.

He looked at Ed with inquisitive eyes:

"Tell me quickly, I can't wait to imagine what that monster looks like."

Ed's previously calm demeanor wavered slightly. When he met Aaron's gaze, there was even a hint of fear in his eyes, and his eyeballs trembled involuntarily.

Why is this guy so excited?

He closed his eyes, took another sip of hot tea, and felt the warmth flowing through his body, along with the sense of security brought by the solid and stable ground beneath him.

Only then did he dare to speak:

“That thing is at least twice the size of our longship, and there are even larger parts hidden beneath the surface of the sea.”

Aaron first tilted his head and drew a rough sketch based on the shape of the longship, then used that size as a reference to draw a circle.

He asked, "What are the monster's attack methods? Headbutts, or tentacles?"

Most creatures in nature attack with their heads, since they are quadrupedal creatures. The forelimbs that have evolved are mostly for assisting their mouths in biting their enemies.

With a few exceptions, cephalopods.

Ed's eyes were blank and white, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"I don't remember clearly, but when the impact happened, I almost flew off the boat. I could only vaguely see that the thing had grayish-black scales, and it must have been a big fish."

"But my compatriots later claimed that they saw two other sunken longships being raised above the water by some huge limb, which looked like an arm with the ability to grasp."

"My God, maybe it only has two arms like that, so after it caught two longships, it stopped attacking us."

Ed didn't know whether he should be grateful to have survived or mourn for his fallen comrades.

Only Aaron suddenly said:

"Perhaps the monster was clever enough to spare you in order to track you all the way to the area where people settled. But instead of returning to your homeland, you came here."

Ed was so terrified by this possibility that he dropped the cup in his hand.

For a long time, humans have been accustomed to the feeling of hunting creatures.

They searched for clues in the wild to determine directions, and no animal could escape their clutches.

Today, someone suddenly came out and said that there are animals that hunt humans.

This shocking sense of inversion instantly overwhelmed Ed.

He even forced a strange smile onto his face, with a bulge between his cheeks and eyes, and his mouth seemingly open but not quite.

To paraphrase my father, this is what they call barely holding on.

"How... how is this possible? Even if it's the wolf pack from our homeland hunting, they wouldn't dare to raid our settlement once they discover it. We can even take wolf cubs back to raise."

"Besides, we live on land, how could that monster possibly climb ashore?"

Aaron shrugged, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

“According to your description, that thing has arm-like limbs. But we know that aquatic species usually have smooth bodies and do not grow extra limbs that would affect their movement in the water. That means it might stay on land.”

In the cabin of Aaron's family, the old father overheard these conversations with great difficulty and felt that his son was like a group of people in a horror movie who came to seek professional confession, but this person started talking about all sorts of bad possibilities, and his tone was very firm. He wanted to cite all kinds of evidence to prove that he was right and that they were doomed!

Damn, what kind of emotional intelligence is that?

Ed broke out in a cold sweat at these words. His clothes, which were not completely dry, felt damp and cold, and the animal fur that had not been properly treated scratched his skin.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he were grabbed by the monster's limbs, squeezed into a lump of blood and bones, his head blown off, and juice gushing uncontrollably from his neck.

Aaron knew he had been a bit too "abrupt," simply using the Ultramarines' straightforward style, yet it had made the other person so uncomfortable.

That's really tough.

He could only try to comfort them: "These are just my guesses. Maybe it's just a big whale. When we get there, we'll see if it's still alive and we can catch it and see if it tastes good."

Inside the cabin, Anda clenched his fist and thought to himself, "Not bad. He's my son after all. He really understands his father's heart."

However, to Ed, these words still sounded like sarcastic remarks and were quite impolite.

Aaron must not change his statements:

"At least you are safe now. As we gather more information and tell others that this area is dangerous, we can save more people."

"For example, give it a name first."

name--

Ed muttered something under his breath, but it was impossible to make out what he was saying.

Everything in the world has a name. It seems that once a monster is given a name, it has a tangible and recognizable image, which may alleviate some of people's fear of the unknown.

Just as those who revere the devil dare not speak the name of the devil, those who know the name of the devil either clearly understand what kind of death this fear has brought, or at least know what killed them.

They would either shout the names of demons and emperors, or shove chainsaws and explosive guns into the mouths of demons.

(Note from the Grey Knight: It's just that demon names are usually pronounced together with Your Majesty's name; it's definitely not a curse against Your Majesty.)

Ed began to shake his head, his hair disheveled, his expression terrified:

"No, I don't know what to call it, and I don't want to remember it. If that monster's limbs had hit me, I might have seen my ears."

Aaron appreciated Ed's description; he had always had a good interest in these kinds of bizarre scenarios.

He stood up just as the campfire was being rearranged, and Marum was even considering cutting down trees to build more huts instead of tents.

He really does know a little bit about everything, and even has the idea of ​​genuinely motivating his modified body to do these things.

Perhaps this alone can refute the claim that the emperor intended to discard the Astartes after they had served their purpose.

As darkness fell and the night grew quiet, the dark curtain of night covered the sky, and even the moon disappeared.

Thankfully, it won't rain.

Anglon carried the evening food aboard the ship. The old man was secretly trying to fish, but the space was too cramped and the automatic fishing machine wasn't running.

"Dad, you said our trip would be all sunny and clear."

Anglong asked curiously, and the child had no ill intentions and was not deliberately causing trouble for his father.

Adachi calmly patched up the wound:

"Oh, only during the day. Besides, we're resting right now, not on the road yet. Just feed me directly, I can feel the fishing rod vibrating, and I can't move my hands away."

Anglong obediently moved closer and stuffed food into his father's mouth.

"By the way, Dad, my brother asked about the attack on those people. There was a big sea monster that didn't have a name yet, so my brother used the Kraken you mentioned before as its name."

Anda was unmoved by this; these things would naturally appear, whether it was Tiamat, Bahamut, or even Behemoth. With such a vast ocean stretching out, people thought it would be a waste if a monster didn't live there.

Angron was still chattering on, adding:

"Dad, you said before that the larger a creature is, the greater its muscle density is compared to ordinary creatures. I've decided to see if I can catch this monster and make it into food when we get there!"

"Should we make a super-sized fishing rod? It would definitely be more fun fishing then!"

Chapter 369 The Round-Headed Old Man, Also Called the Hooded Old Lion (3K)

Upon hearing this, Anda became interested.

Using an oversized fishing rod to fish?

That makes sense. Ordinary fish are probably not worthy of their status, which is why they can't catch them.

But what if we're dealing with siren!

Legends from various places record the use of giant sea monsters as fishing targets; why not be the first to do it myself!

As expected of Anglong, he truly understands my heart!

Anda simply let go of the fishing rod, picked up Anglong, and looked at him with a kind expression:

"Little An, in the future I will become the master of the celestial galaxy and all worlds, known as the Emperor. How about you become the second Emperor?"

Anglong showed no joy, for he sensed that his father's words were merely a passing fancy.

Besides, the sight of Uncle Marum, coupled with the thought of his unfortunate brother Guilliman having to manage an entire galaxy, sent chills down his spine, as if something was about to grow out of him.

Anglong immediately refused, pushing his father's beard away with both hands to prevent Anda from rubbing against him again.

“Dad, I don’t want to be an emperor. My brother said I want to do what I like to do.”

Anda immediately changed his expression and lightly punched Angron several times:

"You spineless coward, my position isn't some kind of cannibalistic place, why are you so afraid?"

"Forget it, the fourth one is still the best. I can just mess with him as much as I want."

After Anda finished scolding him, he released Anglong.

As night fell, a simple shack was erected outside, at least providing shelter from the wind.

The Danes dried their clothes and also participated in the construction of the sheds according to Marum's instructions.

During the work, the grief of their companions being attacked was somewhat relieved, and once the shed was completed, they went to rest.

Aaron went back to bed and looked at his father's lonely figure guarding the fishing rod, feeling no sympathy whatsoever.

His daily routine has returned to normal in the past few days, and he falls into a deep sleep when he feels sleepy.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on the edge of a terrifying forest. The trees were indifferent, and their shapes, colors, and even the patterns on their bark exuded a chilling, living quality.

Looking around, everything was oppressive and dark, even though it was daytime and you could see everything clearly.

There was no obstruction of view in the distance, nor was there any fog or mist obscuring the view.

This clarity and brightness should bring a sense of security, but here it feels incredibly eerie, as if it's hinting at something:

No matter how much visitors observe, they cannot find a way out.

This clear view is simply obscured by these corpses?

Yes, Aaron's first thought about these trees was that they were corpses.