Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Finally, there appeared a long-tailed chicken that was entirely black with white feathers on its shoulders, mimicking a peacock spreading its tail feathers, its outstretched wings mixed with mysterious runes.

However, Adachi pretended not to see anything. As long as he didn't see the problem, he naturally didn't need to deal with it.

During the day, they would cook and rest on the shore, enjoying the natural scenery, and at night they would sleep among the rays, sailing at a steady pace.

They were completely unconcerned about the conspiracies brewing on the mainland of the island of Britain.

What's with this little thing playing hard to get with your dad right now? I'm not going to care!

Without these minor disruptions to their travel life, Anda got used to "pretending" to be a normal person, the kind of good man who could arrange all the affairs in an orderly manner when the family went on a trip.

I have to leave my son with some beautiful memories in his six hundred years of life. I can't let him think about how I ended up with such a father when he's about to die.

But why did I have this thought?

Given the range of human emotional fluctuations, one can reverse the impression simply by acting like a human being in the last few decades of one's life.

There's no need to go back six hundred years! Even Adachi himself doesn't think he could be that diligent!

Could it be that some strange force is twisting itself?

"You old bastard, come out here! Did you do this?!"

He questioned the Black King in a low voice ever since they had become one with each other in the black star.

Anda was worried that the Black King would be able to arrive in this era more and more subtly, silently watching all of this family life.

Then force yourself to suffer and be a good person.

(Sons: So being a good person is a painful thing for Father?)

In this way, every time the future Black King recalls his life, he will feel that he has fulfilled his duties, but in reality, it was his past self who put in the most effort.

Damn it, that old man's plan is really clever!

Unfortunately, he has no evidence now, and no one in his mind can answer him.

He could only answer himself fiercely, "Yes, that's right, I did it all!"

This way, he can accept his transformation with peace of mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to accept that he would become a thrifty and good man for the sake of his son!

As for the changes on the island, he really had no intention of going to see them.

Since there aren't many people around, I can also take this opportunity to train my son to mind his own business.

An unknown time, inside Tzeentch's labyrinth.

The great and ever-changing Lord has nine seats today, while the other seats are filled with the heads of the dead who have been submerged in water, or are empty and devoid of the king's presence.

Only two people sat upright on it.

Athena and the Blue-Robed Wizard.

The wizard looked down at the throne, where a large number of advisors had gathered, chattering like chicks in a nest waiting to be fed.

He randomly grabbed one, held him in his hand, and listened:

“Great Lord of Change, do you think it is possible that the Son of the Curse has seen through the foolish man’s ridiculous plan and is deliberately playing this trick on him?”

The wizard crushed the servant in his hand:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible—"

The Cursed Children are more deeply affected by the End and Death than they are.

The closer we get to that moment, the more severe the timeline becomes.

There was absolutely no way Anda Will could have noticed anything amiss!

Athena was very dissatisfied with the wizard's performance. If you're going to play a role-playing game, you should put in some effort.

She got up and left, unwilling to participate in this foolish childish game.

She is going to confront the real Athena and descend upon that timeline.

The wizard, however, paid no heed to the clone's intentions, and simply jumped up and down in a panic:

"The one who cursed shouldn't be so clever—"

Then he grabbed one person to listen, and all he heard was:

"Perhaps it's because the foolish horse is too stupid, or perhaps it's because you, as its teacher, haven't taught it well. If I were to assist the Primarch in educating you, I'm sure I could bring about many more changes!"

Upon hearing this, the wizard chuckled strangely, "I really appreciate your honest and bold evaluation."

But the content of your comment made me very unhappy.

He crushed it, his eyes scanning the new servant.

Tzeentch is also a petty god.

Honest advice is hard to hear, so let's not say it.

"We couldn't use much power in that era, and conversely, the changes that occurred in that era wouldn't have a profound impact on the future, so let it be."

The wizard returned to his seat, folded the entire land in front of him with his backhand, and crushed all his servants to death.

Perhaps there are still many gaps between the landmasses, and after hundreds or thousands of years, the people inside will degenerate into nocturnal beings who do not need sight, and their height may also shrink to become dwarfs.

Right, we need to make the foolish horse understand the difference between dwarfs, halflings, and gnomes.

Their only commonality might be their height, and the dwarfs are even shorter than the halflings.

I hope that little rascal won't make any embarrassing mistakes, otherwise I, as his master, will be too ashamed to face anyone.

The wizard shed his robes, returned to the body of the Lord of All Changes, spread his wings, dispelled all the unknown and confusion, ascended to His palace, and lay prostrate before the Well of Eternity.

Tzeentch also dreams, and sometimes his dreams are reality. Sometimes, many people arrive in his dreams.

But no matter what He did, He could not enter the Messiah's dream, nor could He let the Messiah in.

It's like watching a helpless clown through soundproof bulletproof glass, watching a sleeping child inside, and wishing the child would wake up and see his performance.

No, how could I imagine myself as a clown? Damn it, something is invading and twisting me again!

But I'm too tired right now, I'll figure out the reason later.

In human mythology, it is quite normal for god-kings or powerful beings to be tainted by the power of desire.

Like the "floating corpse" lying in the river bend on the north bank of Britain in 600 BC, Anglon is trying to start his fishing machine on the nearby rocks to fish his father up.

The old man has gone crazy today; he wants to test whether people can really float up on their own after falling asleep.

He didn't even consider that this experiment could easily turn into a situation where the dead float to the surface with their backs to the ground.

This is why the first and second place finishers in a diving competition may not have surfaced yet, but it's not certain they've died, because if they died, they would float to the surface on their own.

Aaron shook his head, trying to banish all the fallacies his father had spouted, lest they contaminate his mind.

He was hanging out the laundry. As he continued north across the British Isles, the weather would get colder and the sun would be less visible. He figured he should take advantage of the early morning to put all his belongings out to air.

Ah, I really miss Uncle Helios. If he were here, he could just wave a beam of light and the disinfection would be done, saving me a lot of trouble.

"Dinner's almost ready, come on up."

Aaron called out weakly, not wanting to waste too much energy on his elderly father.

The latter remained motionless, thankfully face up with its mouth and nose above the water, and was still breathing. This prevented Angron from shouting:

"Daddy's dead! Daddy's dead!"

Marum returned precisely on the return point, transforming from a Space Marine into human form. He landed on the ray's back, took a few steps forward to dissipate the momentum, and spoke:

"Today I saw trees whose branches turned into vines that could bind animals, but I didn't find any digestive organs or digestive juices in those trees. All the signs these days seem to indicate that some clumsy illusionist is using their incomplete memories to construct strange phenomena to attract people's attention."

Marum could only make this inference, because as a Space Marine, he indeed did not detect any danger here.

However, if ordinary people come here and discover these fantastical scenes, most of them will go into exploration, and they may encounter danger at that time.

Or perhaps, it was a joke by that incompetent psionicist.

Many psionicists born during the human tribal era, who are not immortal, are easily regarded as demons and evil spirits if they are not worshipped as wizards or shamans, not to mention the risk of going out of control.

As Marum pondered, a water ghost placed his wet hand on his shoulder, its long, damp hair cascading down.

"Let me guess, you're thinking about whether you should go in and see what's going on."

Anda had a sinister look on his face, and his whole body was white from being soaked in water. He was almost swollen up and looked just like a corpse.

That's right. The master's true strength is incredibly terrifying. Even without using spiritual energy, he can bypass everyone's perception and appear behind them.

If he had any weapon capable of harming Astartes, his head would be cut off right now.

“Given your previous considerations, we should indeed ignore it,” Marum replied truthfully. “But I always felt there were some crucial secrets involved.”

Adachi took a deep breath and said helplessly:

"Alright, now I allow you to unleash all your fighting force and push straight through, from the north coast of Britain to the south coast, within five days. Let's see if we encounter any monsters."

"Aaron, you don't have any objections, right?"

Yawning, Aaron shook his head and said, "Whatever, as long as no one gets hurt. I'm also a little curious about what's inside that keeps tempting us. There's no sign of distress or any indication of trouble, so it's probably up to no good."

Aaron isn't the type of person the old man described, the kind who goes in to investigate anything that seems amiss in a horror story. If he doesn't find anything wrong, then even if something is wrong, he'll still find something right.

Marum, having finished his preparations, jumped off the ray, swam towards the shore, and walked onto the beach with firm steps.

In the forest on the north bank, a halfling sentinel leaped down from a tree and hissed softly:

"The Cursed One's lackeys have finally fallen for the trap; they're coming!"

Their master put a lot of thought into the riddles prepared for the cursed!

He was even thinking about how to incorporate this lackey into the script and bring him into the play.

But if he looked back, he would see that when Marum was lured into this decision, he gradually reverted to his Space Marine form, drawing his chainsaw sword in one hand and gripping his bomb gun in the other.

Murder mystery game script?

Sorry, I only recognize the word "kill".

Chapter 385 The Space Man and One of the Seven Hammer Amulets (3K)

The moment Marum spotted the halfling sentinel, he was ready for battle.

"Demi-human or alien?"