Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's just because I'm standing here.

The heels were still on the familiar ground, but the forefoot was already the soft earth from the story.

It's like how you might see a grassland from afar and think it's lush and verdant, but when you actually step on it, you realize it's not that dense.

But behind this curtain, the sights and feelings are incredibly illusory, as if they were deliberately constructed.

While reality may not always be beautiful, a perfect scenario will always create an illusion.

Aaron sighed helplessly and walked forward, at which point the curtain behind him slowly closed.

"Everyone be careful. We have entered a realm, and we don't know if it's an illusion or an area with some special abilities."

He looked worried and reminded his family.

I saw Anda preparing to urinate somewhere, not exactly marking a spot, but just feeling the urge.

"Huh? What did you say? Danger?"

A few seconds later, Anda's lumbar spine lifted, the trembling extending down to his shoulders, causing the muscles on both sides of his neck to tighten and relax, before he finally let out a satisfied sigh:

"Phew—I already knew this was probably an illusion created by some psychic. Not all psychics are immortal; maybe the person who cast the spell is already dead. That's how it's written in stories: a young man is sought after for revenge, falls into a forbidden area, and obtains the inheritance of the forbidden area's master without any major dangers along the way."

Aaron forced a smile: "It's alright, it's nothing. You go ahead, and if there are any unexpected adventures, they're all yours."

If there is any danger, it will be yours too.

After entering this fantastical realm, even distances began to blur. It seemed like we hadn't walked far before we could no longer see the not-so-distant coastline through the gaps in the trees when we looked back.

Pushing aside the branches, after walking a few steps, a cluster of wooden houses suddenly appeared ahead, scattered in a neat and orderly fashion.

A settlement of half-bodied people whose clothes were made of more cloth than those of the Athenians.

Many wooden houses are scattered around, but they seem to have little residential function. Instead, bunkers built according to the terrain serve as dwellings.

These wooden structures served as stalls and shops, and some were also tool sheds.

The town is vibrant, with lush green grass weaving through the gaps between brown wooden houses along the edge of the bunker, and the buildings are relatively low, so it doesn't feel oppressive.

The half-bodied people were busy among them, some of them simply walking around anxiously with nothing in their hands.

The normal life of intelligent beings brings a kind of noise that many people find reassuring upon hearing it.

If you disregard the perception that this is an illusion, anyone who comes here will think it's a wonderful place, full of life.

Angron could no longer contain himself. He stood up from the fifth brother's back, waving the beetle in one hand and pointing forward with the other, yelling:

"They're dwarves! Dwarves!"

Anda turned around and patted Xiao An on the shoulder:

"Don't shout. Didn't I draw these for you before? These are half-humans. Just think of them as human figures scaled down and a little bit fatter. Dwarves are much fatter and have beards. It's said that female dwarves also have beards, but very few of them are pretty."

Xiao An sat up obediently and pouted, "Oh, then I must have misread it."

They had barely stepped out of the woods when a halfling approached. Although its legs were not as wide and thick as a dwarf's, they were still much thicker, covered with dense brown hair from its calves down to its trousers and human clothing, only in smaller proportions.

"Welcome, guest from afar. This is Birchwood, the town of Hal, where the Hal people have lived for generations. Please call me Raymond Hal."

The newcomer wore a strangely shaped hat, like a cylindrical block added to a ship, and beneath the hat was a kind smile.

He wore a fur coat over his upper body, with a small, warm fleece blouse and a white linen shirt underneath. It had a slightly worn look, but it was clean and tidy, unlike some old people who could make new clothes look shabby and sloppy.

Overall, the first impression was quite positive. It resembled the beautiful dwarf dwellings in the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs story that Angron's father would tell him as a bedtime story when his brother was busy, even though the person in front of him was a halfling.

According to the father's account, the seven dwarfs eventually divided the queen into seven pieces and ate them.

The elderly father murmured softly, "I thought it was the Shire or Oakshire."

He then tightened his clothes, strode forward, and asked with great concern:

"Aren't you all so hospitable? Can we eat and drink for free? You see, we've come from afar and are still quite a distance from our destination. Our supplies are almost gone, and we're worried about resupplying."

The old man was shameless and openly stated his demands.

Raymond coughed a few times, then let out a series of chuckles.

“Crack—that’s natural. We haven’t welcomed short-lived guests for a long time. In fact, although we are long-lived, we are limited by the current state of our race and have many problems that require outside help.”

He turned sideways to lead the way:

"Please follow me. There are places to stay in Birch Tree Town, and plenty of food and wine to offer guests."

Anda remained motionless, insisting on getting to the bottom of it: "You have to make sure it's free, we don't have any money."

Raymond said awkwardly, "Money is meaningless to my people; we just need our guests' help to solve some minor problems."

Anda then took a step forward, beaming with joy:

"You should have said you didn't want money earlier. You should have brought it up from the very beginning. What a waste of time. Alright, my sons, the butler, and the donkey, you'll have a soft bed to rest in tonight!"

Aaron wanted to explain that they didn't recognize the thing and were just passing by.

But it seems these halflings were not swayed by the old father's restored charm, meaning they are not human.

Right, from now on, the way to determine if someone is human is simply to have the old man stand in front and observe their behavior!

Aaron had to force his mind to think about these strange questions and even start to get involved in the plot.

Since this is already fake, let's see what kind of story experience it can bring.

Speaking of which, what kind of problems might these halflings encounter that require guests to solve?

Do you need a light bulb changed?

He had seen the lighting equipment installed very high on Xiao Pei's factories and ships.

But what if the guests visiting the halfling town are dwarves? They're about the same height, and the two short races just stare at each other in bewilderment.

Aaron shuddered; for a moment, he felt as if his name and his thoughts had been written in some book.

When they came to their senses, they had already followed Raymond's footsteps, crossed the road, and arrived at the so-called hotel.

The hotel is called Binotto. The first floor houses a tavern, a party area, and a kitchen.

Starting from the second floor, the entire building begins to tilt, with a significant portion leaning against the edge of a giant tree, forming a winding staircase.

It doesn't look very big, after all, it's the dwelling of a halfling, so the design is ingenious, but the construction difficulty is not high.

So much so that Aaron and his family had to bend over when entering the building.

If Marum were to transform into his Space Marine form and stand upright, his upper body would already be on the second floor of Binotto.

"Uncle Marum, please stand still!"

Angron shouted loudly, jumped down, rolled up his sleeves, and climbed up Marum's legs, all the way to his shoulders. He leaped up, grabbed the second-floor railing with both hands, and flipped over. With his hands on his hips, he said smugly:

“Hey, brother, dad, look, I’ve climbed up! I didn’t know the second floor could be built this low. Wherever we settle down in the future, we’ll build a house like this, with a slide, so I can get from the bedroom to the kitchen in no time.”

The halflings already upstairs were somewhat panicked, and they ran away shouting, perhaps afraid that the little demon king who jumped up would eat them.

Raymond then made his way up the stairs, looking helpless.

"Guests, please follow the rules. Other races occasionally arrive here, so we should avoid any clashes or conflicts."

Anda appeared behind Raymondon without anyone noticing, chuckling as he placed his large hands on Raymondon's shoulders. Looking down, he realized that Raymondon didn't even need to kneel.

Poseidon might like it.

"Other races? Look at you, is this some kind of paradise? You know nothing of Iberia or Celts, do you?"

The old man is spouting some weird stuff again.

Unfortunately, Raymond looked bewildered and simply invited them to stay in an empty room. After they unpacked their luggage, they went to the tavern lobby on the first floor, triggering the so-called plot.

"Legend has it that the black bear and the white bear were originally brothers. The storm of their battle created this world, but they were hated by the oldest god of might, who shattered the Ring of Lul, which represented completeness, and swapped their bodies. The white bear of today is named Ersun. After being lost in the north, he was pursued by the demon Bilak."

"The black bear then transformed into human form, named Vulcan, and wandered the world, losing his memory, becoming the ancestor of the dwarves. It is said that the reason the dwarves mined the mountains and collected precious gems was to help Vulcan reforge the Ring of Lur."

Raymond briefly recounted the so-called creation myth. Aaron wasn't particularly interested in Erson, but he found the pronunciation of Vulcan, which sounded similar to Wokan, rather odd.

Anda had already rudely put his leg on the table, almost as if he was about to lie down on it and sleep on it.

"Alright, let's get down to business. What do you want us to do?"

Raymond's eyelids twitched, and he tried hard not to wrinkle his face; he simply couldn't communicate with this family.

He even felt that these people already knew their identities and that this was nothing more than an illusion.

But the script had to go on, Raymond sighed.

"Recently, bears have been appearing frequently. The dwarves believe that these bears are fragments of the Ring of Lul, and they are hunting them in large numbers, using their flesh and blood as materials to forge a Ring of Lul. They have indeed created a Ring of Lul. They hope to summon tribes and towns from all over the world, each to send a team to escort the amnesiac Vulcan and the Ring of Lul's flesh and blood to the place where Ersun is, so that the gods can be restored to their rightful place."

Anda, holding his breath, blew out through his nose, but couldn't help laughing:

"Finally, we see a story where the dwarves are still at their peak. From what you're saying, they're the masters of this world? Hahaha—they won't be the protagonists of any more stories. Just like their height, all the races will have to prepare special chairs for the dwarves when they hold meetings. The artists who are recording these scenes will probably have to figure out where to put the dwarves."

Chapter 387 The Fellowship of the Ring, Anthropomorphized as Qi Anda (3K)

"Oh dear! You mustn't say anything out of turn!"

Raymond hurriedly reached out and jogged slowly to cover Anda's mouth, his face pale with fright.

"The dwarves now occupy the high mountain of Wotan, at the center of the world, and have built a magnificent royal city underground to worship their amnesiac ancestors, the gods who truly exist in reality. Their royal decrees emerge from the furnace at the bottom of Wotan, pass through steam tunnels, and are proclaimed by horns made of jade and gold, and none dare disobey them. Anyone who speaks ill of them or incurs the dwarves' hatred will be remembered forever until the sinner is punished."

Raymond's performance was spot-on; when depicting these scenes, the halfling's teeth chattered, and even his broad, powerful feet, which could move with incredible speed, trembled noticeably.

It seemed as if at any moment, dwarves would descend from the sky with warhammers and smash their birch town to pieces.

Angron climbed onto the table, found a tablecloth, and used it as a beard to cover his face.

"Wow, dwarves are so powerful! I want to be a dwarf too, and when I issue a command, everyone in the world will listen to me!"

Before Aaron could even make a move, Anda had already sat up quickly, reached out and lifted Anglon down, flipped him over and placed him on his lap, and then began to beat him like an old father.

"Why are you so young and not learning anything good? Why do you have to be a dwarf? What if you never grow tall and can't find a wife?"

"You want the whole world to obey your orders? What? Your father wanted you to be emperor, but you refused. Now that an outsider is telling you a story, you get all excited and expect everyone to listen to you from now on. What about the future of human food culture? Have you given up on your sense of taste?"

As Anda fought, he looked up and laughed:

"You talk, I'll do my thing, it's fine."

Raymond wiped the sweat from his brow. He found everything before him utterly absurd and struggled to explain whether it was they or the cursed family in front of him who were currently being cursed by the foolish horse's plan.

"Calm down, calm down—it's normal for children to have some wild ideas, don't break them."