Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He shouted, as was the custom during battle; Marum always had to shout something.

But noticing the presence of ordinary people nearby, he had to change his address to "Master's" name, his voice cracking slightly as he changed it.

Otherwise, human mythology would need to study when the concept of "emperor" first appeared.

And the name Anda, if you shout it out loud and add a crack in your voice, sounds like "Erda".

If we take this a step further, it becomes—Odin!

That way, it matches up. Although there's still a time difference, at least there won't be any major errors.

Everyone heard the resounding battle cry and tried to understand the name.

The helmsman nudged Ed, who was standing there in a daze, and asked:

"You talked for a long time yesterday with that guy named Aaron. Their father is called Anda, right?"

“I sound like Erda.”

A companion quickly corrected them, reminding them that they couldn't forget God's name.

Ed murmured, “No, Odin, perhaps it is. There’s no similar word in the mythology of the Southerners. Let’s use our pronunciation, Odin.”

The helmsman laughed heartily: "I thought you were going to talk about Kraken or Kuru or something like that."

The Dani sailors cheered, excited to have witnessed the battle in which the gods subdued the sea monsters.

They wanted to get closer to Angron and ask if they could offer any help.

Before they could even get close, they were spotted by Angron:

"Go back to the island, rest and recuperate, and then continue on your way to your destination! There is still plenty of bread and biscuits in the tent."

He waved his hand and said, "No need to concern yourselves with our fate, mortals, embark on your own paths!"

These words were somewhat obsessive, and it was one of the few times I would use this tone when watching my mother impersonate a deity, bestow divine pronouncements, and deceive those believers.

The ships hurriedly returned to port, not daring to get too close.

Yes, the person before us is a god, and the one seated beneath him is perhaps the most powerful father god or god-king.

They knelt down in prayer, as if they had truly heard an old, wise voice coming from inside the cabin.

Ed murmured:

“Odin, is he depicted as an old man? His aged aura is too obvious.”

At this moment, the fifth brother, who was still chewing on the hay he had prepared in advance in the cabin, looked relaxed and even farted a few times.

Ah—how pleasant!

Before long, the two longships returned to the island. Without the monsters' harassment and with food supplies available, they could rest there for a few more days.

They may still be watching the changes in the waters, but soon, people discovered that even the floating cabins and children had disappeared.

The last companion, who had a vague recollection of the event, described seeing a large black fish rise to the surface, carrying the gods away.

The truth of the matter is no longer reliable.

Inside the black "big fish".

Marum was busy opening the cabin, bringing out the fifth donkey, and cleaning up the donkey's excrement and food scraps.

Anglong was riding on Anda's shoulders, while Anda leaned back in his lounge chair with his hairy legs draped over the table.

Putting everything else aside, leg hair grows faster than head hair. After I tore off a large patch last time, it quickly grew back.

“I appreciate your quick thinking, Marum, but you don’t have to fight for anyone.”

Anda was doing a post-war review, and he let Angron ride on his shoulders mainly so that his youngest son could feed him dried fruit.

Now that she knew the hair loss was because Aaron had brought an underwater vessel, and after wrongly blaming Angron, Anda used this exploitative method to get closer to Angron.

Chapter 380 Dad, can't you just die?! (3K)

Aaron was still figuring out the ray's autopilot mode when he had time to reply:

"Father, can you find any other genetic creations that were sent to this time by the evil god?"

Adachi shrugged:

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. But don't worry, I checked my future memories, and there aren't many records of these monsters. They're not very dangerous; they're just a necessary step in the development of civilization. You don't need to feel so sentimental or think you have to do something about it."

"Sometimes, it's much more comfortable to accept your fate."

Aaron had no choice but to ask:

"Then, can you tell me why people in the future are so obsessed with creating these monsters through gene editing?"

Anda tapped his head and said:

"Who knows? Look at the genetic creations I helped create, at least they still look human, just a bit bigger. But that's to meet the required combat power, that's science!"

Aaron recalled:

"That's right. When I went to find Xiao Pei, he was researching how to resurrect humans who had been parasitized by aliens and were left with only their brains. The earliest human to be resurrected had to be made into a large size to succeed."

"But Xiao Pei said that as long as the research is successful, it is still possible to restore the original body. So, does this mean that if you do some more research, you could actually create warriors and Primarchs the size of humans?"

Adachi climbed directly onto the table and lay down:

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't understand what you're saying."

Just like the impossible triangle theory, it is impossible to perfectly take care of every aspect.

He seems to have used this table as a bed, planning to rest here tonight.

He propped himself up on his hand, supporting his head as he looked at Aaron:

“You seem to have a misconception that your father is an omniscient and omnipotent figure, capable of plucking the moon from the sky for you.”

Anglong climbed back up, vying with his father for space on the "bed," and didn't forget to retort:

"Dad, you said before that if we wanted any star in the sky, you would give us that star."

Anda grumbled and patted Anglong's little head:

"You're just trying to sabotage me, get out of here. If I go out and tell anyone the sun belongs to them, will that person's opinion determine the sun's speed of movement and the time it takes to decay?"

"Only when a person possesses sufficient power can they be considered to have the right to control. Just like if I pat your head now, you can't resist."

Aaron sighed and sat down on another chair.

"If only there were an all-knowing and all-powerful God, who could solve any problem with a single thought."

Anda grabbed Angron's arm, lifted him up, and sat him on her stomach, pointing at Aaron with disdain:

“Look, your brother is a classic example of being lazy and good-for-nothing. He fantasizes that something will change everything. Xiao An, you can’t be like him. You can’t sit in front of the pot and imagine that you’ve already cooked the meal.”

"That will starve your father to death sooner or later."

Aaron did not respond to these so-called rebukes. His father was always trying to discourage his compassionate nature and hoped that his son would not pay too much attention to the life and death of the individuals he encountered on his journey.

With so many people, there will be billions or even trillions in the future, scattered throughout the entire galaxy.

Even if my father becomes the emperor of humanity in the future, he won't be able to manage everything.

Everyone comes into this world for a short time, and we can't control right or wrong, success or failure.

As long as the dead soul doesn't go to evil gods, that's fine.

Right, we can't control it when we're alive, but after we die, wouldn't it be much more convenient if there were an environment that could shelter and protect our souls?

Furthermore, precisely because I cannot witness the explosive future development of humanity, I must give the same respect to every life I encounter in my own destiny.

Good people can escape suffering.

When killing bad guys, leave no one alive.

Why worry so much? It's only six hundred years. Just deal with whatever comes up.

Aaron calmed his thoughts a little, trying to avoid becoming a pedantic scholar reciting tales from Athens.

He felt he was quite flexible in his dealings with people; at least none of those who did bad things and got involved with his family had survived, and he needed to keep it up.

Anda had no idea what purpose the thought theory his son was building in his head would serve, or what form it would ultimately take.

Anyway, none of them are as awesome as his future imperial truth, so how can a father be inferior to his son!

With the help of rays lurking on the seabed, preventing them from being discovered by people of this era, the Adachi family's journey progressed much faster.

The next day, they would arrive at what the Athenians considered Europe. After a day's journey across the British Channel, they could bypass the Danish settlements and directly enter the so-called polar regions.

While explaining the concept of the polar regions, Anglong was leaning on his elderly father's shoulder, drawing circles on the top of Anda's head with his hand.

So much so that the hair that concealed the damage was uncovered and then covered again, as if the old man's vital point was being pinched and then released.

Commonly known as "touching the tiger's butt" (meaning to provoke someone's ego).

"So, once we enter the polar regions, we'll see scenes where it's either all night or all day?"

Aaron is trying to understand the phenomena of polar night and polar day, and he also has to listen to his father talk about the theory that within a certain area, crossing the polar circle will result in a straight line as seen on a map, making the distance seem shorter.

These theories, which are beyond the understanding of our current era, can be understood if you think about them carefully. However, this means that every time we compare Terra, which is the structure of Earth, we always have to look at the old man's head.

No matter how you look at it, my bald head is more suitable as an example.

Adachi, thoroughly annoyed by having his hair being tossed around, finally couldn't take it anymore and fell backward.

Angron hurriedly pulled away before he was hit, and could only watch as his father's head fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Does it sound good? If it sounds good, that’s a good start.

Countless enemies of the empire were waiting for this head to fall.

Even the Fourth Ancient One didn't know what price they were willing to offer for this head.

(First, let's rule out why the Lord of Pleasure would need this head.)

Marum thought to himself that he had been keeping Old Five company lately, helping the donkey overcome its rare claustrophobia.

When we were in the wooden boat, thankfully the boat was still on the water.

The fifth child could still feel the sunlight streaming in through the back window.

Even if they were briefly separated due to a monster attack, it was in a familiar environment and the separation wouldn't last long.