Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He needed to create some weapons that conformed to the understanding of the times, as a cover, to avoid being too shocking.

“After you all rested last night, I also tried to find out more information, and I think there is more than one Kraken.”

Marum produced his own hand-drawn wave curves, drawn based on descriptions from the Danes.

Astartes can even function as a sonar receiver in marine environments, mapping waveforms.

However, in general combat, situations involving waterborne warfare are rarely encountered.

“I judged their position by their course and by the volume of the sound they made—” Marum pointed to several of the most prominent wave patterns: “There were at least three.”

"But the master refused to disembark, so we cannot determine from the condition of the damaged ship whether it was caused by chaotic pollution or a new genetic variant that was sent to this era."

Aaron nodded and said, "I understand."

He immediately returned to the cabin, dragged his half-dead old father, and carried him all the way to the vicinity of the longship that had been hit. He tried to shout a few times, but the old man did not budge.

It looks like it's dead. So, was I just dragging a corpse?

Aaron had no choice but to find a wooden bucket, fill it with seawater, and splash it on the old man's face.

Anda, looking panicked, sat up and hurriedly called out:

"what happens?"

Aaron pointed to the location where the longship had been attacked. The marks there were indeed horrific, indicating that it had been subjected to force and broken in a direction that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Even the nails and metal plates used for securing the outer parts couldn't escape shattering.

People of this era, seeing this scene and the force coming from below, would probably wonder what kind of giant creature was active in the sea.

This mark can be likened to a lion's paw print magnified ten times on the city wall of a city.

Driven by the fear of the unknown, people will fill in the image of the person who left the claw marks in their minds to judge their size and hunting direction.

They couldn't help but add more horrifying details, such as multiple heads and arms, and mixed species.

But there's no need to know its true form. When this kind of attack force appears on a human body, there is no chance of survival. What it looks like only represents the degree of fear one will feel when they see it.

Anda cursed and swore as he got up, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and threw it at Aaron.

"You woke your father up just for this? With me here, when we pass through that area of ​​water, I can scare them so they won't dare to show their faces."

"There's nothing wrong with having more myths and legends in this world. Besides, these monsters won't live long anyway. Maybe after these people return to their tribes and tell their stories, no one will ever see them again."

Anda was extremely resistant to any behavior that disturbed her rest, and even slapped her, leaving a handprint on the mark.

"Look, now it's all right, there's a human hand inside the monster's attack limbs."

He stretched, dodged before Aaron could kick the sand at him after he finished cleaning his face, and laughed:

"There is no chaotic contamination, so it is probably because a lot of future gene hybrids were sent over in one go."

He even broke into a silly grin:

"Look, Aaron, in the future, humans used genetic technology to create monsters because of myths and legends. These monsters went back in time and became the earliest actual understanding of monsters by human ancestors."

He knew that as long as he brought up these philosophical questions, Aaron would calm down and discuss them with him.

But when he turned around laughing to greet his son, he saw another bucket of water being splashed at him.

This son is becoming increasingly unpredictable; I really can't keep him.

Meanwhile, dozens of nautical miles away, several enormous, strange creatures were following the tracks of their fleeing prey.

As Aaron said, they possess a certain level of intelligence; they release some prey to find their habitat, and they can even actually come ashore.

Chapter 376 Imperial Royal Chronicles: Breathing Underwater (3K)

"If you're really curious, we'll set off right after breakfast this morning, grab that thing, and see if there's anything edible on it."

The only thing that interests Anda about these things is whether they taste good.

As long as it's not something like the Cataclysm or the Caliban, he believes that with so many genetic variants created by humanity in the future, there can't be a complete lack of edible creatures.

Aaron wasn't in a hurry; he wanted to get more information from these people.

As my father had said before, even the name "Danren" was taken from the future.

These people were still in the primitive tribal stage compared to the city-state of Athens.

Adachi, however, grew anxious, as if someone might catch up with him if he lingered too long, and advised him:

"We essentially saved their lives. If we continue to get involved, what will we be regarded as in the future? A new god?"

“I don’t want to keep having my stories told. These people who create myths always think about making the gods suffer or have some perverted fetish to make them stand out from humans.”

Anda has already suffered greatly from the name of Zeus. Even if he were to become Odin, it would take at least another seven hundred years before he was regarded as a one-eyed madman hanging upside down from a tree branch.

If Magnus and Russ are to be created in the future, their destiny may originate from this place.

They were clearly making a foolish mistake, but people always felt that the God-King was doing nothing.

When the Eldar were destroyed, that was a truly useless god-king.

The good news is that it seems people are still patching up Greek mythology, which will likely strengthen it further. How wonderful!

Anda was too lazy to explain much to Aaron about the connection between mythology and early civilizations.

In short, he is willing to deal with the monsters, but he wants to avoid showing off too much in public, lest a new god-king be born.

He was going to avoid crowds anyway, like a rat in a sewer, content with his lot.

Aaron could not dissuade his father and had no choice but to agree to his opinion.

They had eaten breakfast and only had half a day to gather information.

Marum helped repair and maintain the longship, and in the process, asked some questions.

Aaron is already practicing with Angron on the shortbow that Marum made yesterday.

The firing rate was rapid, but the power was not great and it had little penetrating force; it was more for show.

Just treat it as taking the kids out to play.

Angron's talent might lie in his proficiency in everything except cooking.

Just by looking at his archery posture and the weapon in his hand, he exuded a fierce aura. When he drew his bow and nocked the arrow, Aaron even felt that Angron would break the short bow in two.

Then Angron, carrying the broken ends of the bow, went up and poked the monster's eyes.

Hmm, I think I'll just build him a melee weapon later.

Marum didn't get much information this morning; the Danes had already clearly described where they came from and what their purpose was yesterday.

The journey to their homeland was not complicated; the only variable was the monsters.

At noon, the family said goodbye, and the boat slowly sailed out. Anda was finally able to climb out and get some fresh air, no longer having to hide in the cabin.

Angron had a rope tied around his ankle, and the old man grabbed him by the waist and threw him out.

The young Primarch swims alone in the sea, propelling the boat forward.

The old man argued that he had taken safety precautions, and that this action would also help Anglon lose weight earlier.

To avoid getting used to being a chef and becoming a fatso in the future.

Marum wanted to say that, not to mention the Primarch, even the Astartes' digestive capacity was terrifying.

In order to meet the needs of combat, their bodies do not limit themselves to food ingredients; rather, they are concerned with whether the dietary habits of ordinary humans can satisfy the Primarch.

But seeing Angron having so much fun ahead, Marum and Aaron didn't say anything.

The ship's speed increased significantly, but it soon came to a stop again, relying on inertia to crash forward into Anglon's head.

Adachi was posing at the bow of the boat, facing the sea breeze. Now that the boat has stopped, how is she going to show off the carefree feeling of her long hair flowing in the wind?

You should know that he paid a heavy price with Erda to get his long hair back.

Anda yelled, "Why did you stop? If it's really that bad, let Marum jump in and keep swimming!"

The head of this household was so used to exploitation that even after being passively restored, he restrained his senses and avoided hearing others' delusions about him.

Therefore, they did not notice what Angron had seen that made him stop.

Aaron rushed over, grabbed the rope, pulled Angron out of the water, and held him up by the feet. Before he could even turn around, he asked;

"What did you see in the sea?"

The only things that can stop Angron, besides monsters, are ingredients.

Although these two things may eventually become the same thing.

Anglong spat out a few mouthfuls of water, hanging upside down as he muttered:

"A person with no eyes on his head, only a large mouth. His body from the chest and abdomen up is no different from a human's, except that his skin is pale."

"It looks like a giant squid from the chest down, and it has big eyes."

"One of the two arms is a hand, while the other has been transformed into a bite-like structure shaped like a carnivorous fish."

“It is very large, in terms of size, well—it is a third larger than the statue of Apollo in Macedonia.”

Marum corrected, "It's the statue of Helios."

Anglong scratched his forehead somewhat embarrassedly and said:

"Uncle Apollo's name is easier to pronounce."

Aaron, who was holding Angron by the leg, was left feeling helpless. He looked around and saw that apart from himself, the other three people on the ship were not worried about the monster at all.

Not to mention the fifth brother, who had been largely invisible in the rear cabin for a long time.

The ship began to rock, caused by the underwater monster becoming active.

At first, there was only a slight jolt, and the monster was testing the waters, gently swimming past and making slight contact with the object.

Seemingly unaware of the ship's resistance, the monster became bolder, thrusting its back upwards and ramming the ship up and down, causing it to lift off the water and then fall back down.

Anglong, who had just been put down, laughed heartily, recalling the joy of being kicked into the air by his father and then caught by his own foot, or even spun around.

"Fun! Fun!"

"Dad, brother, let's catch a Kraken and keep it in the ocean. When we go out to sea, we can let it arch and propel the ship forward."

Adachi didn't have any objections, he just joked: