Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

After all, the Black King only had that child, yet he was already ambitious enough to reverse the "game is already decided," even to overturn the entire chessboard and use the Messiah in his hand to beat the four of them.

What? This Messiah was born of you, the Black King, but I, Slaanesh, couldn't have him?

Slaanesh also mocked Tzeentch:

"It seems you suffered quite a few losses in your previous attempts, and have finally given up on directly killing Messiah?"

Tzeentch humbly replied, "Not at all. What is called being adaptable is also called being opportunistic. Everything is for the purpose of giving rise to the greatest and most extreme changes, which will also strengthen me. On the contrary, the Lord of the Skull, I'm afraid He will not get to have the final battle with the Messiah."

“I have seen a completely new timeline. The first brother that the Black King killed was Him. Alas, it is a pity that He never treated us as brothers. Let us also see if having our own real race, or even becoming a real life, is really so evil that it distorts our thoughts.”

Tzeentch and Slaanesh both agreed that emulating the Black King's method of having a physical body would help expand their authority in new ways.

After all, that is the biggest difference between them and the Black King.

Perhaps if I had a physical body, I would have the ability to have children.

No matter how many fragments the Great Demon creates, they are nothing more than fragments of himself.

Ordinary faction demons are merely consciousnesses born from the influence of warp energy.

They must yearn to give birth to true life, complete in both soul and body.

The two chaotic deities reached an agreement, and they didn't even mind cooperating to have offspring after they gained physical bodies.

It remains to be seen whether Tzeentch will be retaliated against by Slaanesh because he resembles Athena.

After all, no one has ever seen Slaanesh still be conscious after taking it out.

Ryan didn't return from the hunt until the next day.

He had two crows on his back.

One was on the shoulder armor, the other was held in the hand; it was the monster, its face bearing clear wounds from shards of undead architecture, the shards still embedded in the wounds.

Ryan tossed the monster to the ground and said coldly:

"It took me a while to find it, but the fight was over in three rounds. When I realized that my fists and power sword couldn't reach its body, I slapped it. It just so happened that the shard I was holding hit its face."

Ryan briefly described the battle: "And then, that was it."

He even felt a pang of regret, realizing he was truly getting old and hadn't been able to slap the monster's head off with a single blow.

Everyone had finished resting, and Aaron even saw that the Bluebird had reattached its arm.

He was particularly curious about this, and didn't even care about the monster Ryan brought back, nor did he notice that the little raven had flown over his head again.

Ever since this little creature perched on my head once, it's no longer content to just stay on my shoulder.

Aaron approached the bluebird, eager and curious, and asked:

"How did you manage to reattach your arm so quickly and even look like you've fully recovered?!"

If I could learn this skill, I could save so many lives!

After all, Xiao Pei's metal prosthetics only help disabled people return to normal life. If they could quickly reconnect to their original limbs, the original ones would naturally be better.

The bluebird had already heard many inquiries from other races, and its expression remained as cold as ice:

"You humans can't do it. Actually, you yourselves have the ability to reattach severed limbs, but it usually requires equipment, and for the sake of so-called efficiency, it's all replaced with working components. Our technology, however, is not suitable for humans."

Aaron keenly perceived the key point in the topic:

"In other words, you don't need medical equipment, since there are no technological products of yours in the camp, and I haven't seen you carrying any large equipment."

Bluebird nodded and said, "Not bad, quite clever. But this is actually a curse of technology, and you'd better not know about it."

The crow above Aaron's head seemed a little displeased. It spread its wings and flapped them a few times, but didn't fly away. It was just trying to intimidate the bluebird in front of it.

At this moment, Slebit, the so-called priest, came over. He was not a combatant, and even by Eldar standards, he was nearing old age.

His expression darkened, and he explained:

"Our Eldar bodies have been modified. Our ancestors indulged in extravagance and sought more stimulating experiences, which inevitably led to limb injuries. Therefore, only a gene spray is needed to heal our severed limbs. But the price is that the sensations we experience during the repair process will be displayed in the Warp."

"If this place hadn't been the holy land mentioned by the Dark Angel, and if the Bluebird hadn't been a member of the Death Army, it would have been swallowed by the Lord of Pleasure long ago."

Upon hearing this, Aaron couldn't help but sigh, realizing that the Chaos Corruption had penetrated to the very core of the Eldar race to this extent.

But for some reason, a phrase his father called a "hellish joke" welled up inside him, and he wanted to speak it.

But they still held back, remembering yesterday's lesson, and were careful with their words and actions.

The statement was that if the perception of your Eldar is exposed, you will be devoured by the Lord of Pleasure. However, we humans do not yet have a specific evil god. Why don't we share this technology? In the future, when humans use it, they can recite the name of our old father more often, and maybe we can successfully connect with it.

Aaron thought his own thinking was really strange. Perhaps the inhuman trait he inherited from his father was these wildly imaginative ideas.

Having received no answer, he then went to the monster that Ryan had killed.

It had a bird's head and was about the same size as Astartes, but it appeared larger because of its extra-large, cloak-like wings.

After opening the wings on both sides, there was a pale-skinned humanoid body inside, but the skeletal structure was quite similar to that of a bird, with only the thoracic vertebrae being expanded, making it more like a marine fish.

The source of those sharp edges was the feathers growing from the edge of the cloak's wings, their edges neatly tapering as they swept past at an extremely fast speed, making them incredibly dangerous.

The raven on Aaron's head was not happy that Aaron kept hovering around another raven monster, so it simply flew away and stepped on Ryan's hair.

Those white hairs are perfect for a bird's nest.

Ryan, however, was not so patient and waved him away.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Alright, the danger is over. We now have two choices: leave this world directly, or continue deeper into the place where the relic fell. It's obvious that this was a trap set for me."

"Going deeper could pose even more terrible dangers."

The Eldar priests said they would leave everything to Ryan's arrangements, as they were going to follow the Emperor's first child to the ends of the earth until they witnessed the coming of the Messiah.

The Death Army suggested retreating, regrouping their fleet, and then coming back. If all else failed, they could bombard the planet, as the Eldar also possessed the means to destroy stars.

Since that thing is a sacred object, it is likely that it could survive such damage.

Only Leilian stepped forward and said firmly:

"This is my last chance to revive my merchant ronin dynasty, to rise up in the name of the Emperor," he said, taking out the scroll that had been stored away from his robes. It bore the signature of the War Marshal, not Ryan's, of course. "I am very grateful for your help along the way, but my men will stay behind to continue exploring. You may leave now. If I rise again, I will repay your kindness."

Chapter 373 Aaron: Ryan, I hereby appoint you as the Imperial War Marshal (3K)

Aaron couldn't bear to see these humans venture further into danger. Without the help of the Primarch and the Eldar, they would be in grave danger if they encountered these monsters again.

Aaron couldn't help but ask, "Why can't we choose other, more reliable ways to form a caravan?"

Ryan offered an explanation:

"The fact that traveling merchants can be given the name of a dynasty shows the independence of their internal power. The imperial departments have a lot of complaints about this, especially since this legitimacy comes from more than 10,000 years ago, and there are even many fake contracts."

"For a considerable period of time, if this contract is not responded to, the Imperial Department will announce its withdrawal in the name of blasphemy against His Majesty's grace, and grant it to those forces that can immediately replace the traveling merchants and wanderers, so as not to waste the effectiveness of the contract. In any case, those who have fallen to such a state are already on the verge of collapse. The Imperial Department will not provoke those prosperous dynasties except for tax issues."

The bluebird couldn't help but sneer:

"Humans pride themselves on the efficiency of such behavior, but all I see is chaos brewing within the human empire."

Aaron frowned and uttered something utterly rebellious:

"But according to you, this is the dark side of the empire, far removed from the other side. Even if they wanted to come and cause trouble, it would take them a long time. You can hide and develop in peace, it's fine if you take it slow and steady."

Ryan couldn't help but feel ashamed. If Aaron, as a human, said these words, he would likely be betrayed on the spot.

He and Leilian considered each other friends and, knowing of each other's predicament, spoke up again:

"After the dark side of the empire was born, a considerable number of tax officials stayed here. They spontaneously began to clean up those merchant contracts that could no longer be fulfilled, and found other bloodline descendants that were easy to control, to help 'restore' the flow of resources within the empire."

Aaron couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Then, Ryan, even your intervention won't work? You are the Primarch of the First Legion."

Ryan nodded and said, "I can certainly step in, but my schedule is already full, and I don't have time to help Leilian rebuild the caravan. This relic is the fastest way."

"As Bluebird said, I dare not gamble on how much face I will have left to delay their ambitions after I leave. After all, these people are also serving the empire, and they will convince themselves to overcome my authority."

As Ryan finished speaking, the two angels of forgiveness beside him began to sneer:

"Father, don't worry. If those people dare to disrespect you, we'll make sure they never have any face for the rest of their lives."

Ryan sneered, "Even Guilliman sometimes has to make some small political compromises. Sigh, those idiots in the Empire, they really know how to make grand excuses."

“And what’s even more regrettable,” Ryan’s tone became wistful, “is that I’m getting old and have to make some concessions for these reasons. The people of Leilian won’t face any life-threatening dangers and can form small caravans, but it will be very difficult to return to the standards of the merchant ronin dynasty without the sacred artifacts.”

Aaron paced back and forth, and couldn't help but start grumbling:

“This piece of junk is invalid even after I sign it. What was that old man good for? Just tear it up. Ryan, you rewrite it as Primarch and give it to Relian. Use the old piece of junk to get rid of them.”

Ryan's expression froze. It wasn't that he hadn't considered this possibility, but he hadn't officially returned yet, and he was already facing those stubborn Imperial departments—

That was a merchant's contract, and it led to the rise of a complete dynasty—a true kingdom within a kingdom!

They would be willing to risk offending the Primarch to get what they want, even if the price is that they might be retaliated against by the petty Primarch afterward.

Besides, if they really do intend to serve the Empire, and there are descendants of their bloodline, then the fleet could quickly resume operation after obtaining the contract, which would also be a good thing for the Empire.

"Moreover, most of the contracts signed by the Primarch come from the same person, that guy is, War Commander."

Ryan murmured to himself, realizing he was currently just an old man's original form; if he had an identity—

Aaron was tired of all the formalities; the young lion cub used to be so unreasonable.

Why is the old lion so indecisive now?

He waved his hand dismissively, completely unaware that his tone from the beginning had been commanding, as if the Primarch were an entity he could control.

Aaron spoke:

"So, the Empire doesn't have a new War General right now, does it?"

Ryan shook his head. The two angels beside him, upon hearing this, even began to imagine a terrible scenario. But who exactly was this person? Did he have the authority to appoint a war commander?

Their hearts stopped beating as they heard Aaron say the following:

"Ahem, now you are the new War Commander. I've already promised the Emperor's position to the others; they can compete fairly, so I won't interfere."

"Get some paper and pen now, make a copy according to the original template, and then you sign it."

Aaron made the decision, perhaps unaware that his words were too shocking. After he finished speaking, everyone present, including the Eldar, was stunned and didn't know how to react.

Is it to mock this human's arrogant words, or to speculate whether this person is the Lord of Humanity himself?

After all, Ryan had already said that the Lord of Man would appear beside him in a strange form.