Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He quickly urged them to get back to the main topic:

"In short, we in Birchwood hope that you can represent us and participate in the escort mission of the Ring of Lur to the area where the White God Erson is located. I guess the so-called god will not descend, but we must let the dwarves discover their failure on their own, rather than venting their anger on us."

After all, whether the plan from above succeeds or not is not important; what matters most is whether the people below carry it out.

Anda finished beating Angron and tossed him to Aaron, who hadn't objected this time, before straightening up.

"Did you hear that? What's the reward? It's just being a Fellowship of the Ring, money isn't important. Just give us a long-term meal ticket, so we can eat and drink for free whenever we meet any halflings. We just need a place to stay."

Raymond humbly:

"That's natural. Our people are hospitable, and this is what we should do."

A dark, thundercloud-like light flashed in Anda's pupils as he repeated in a deep voice:

"You said it yourself, so from now on we'll be eating and drinking for free whenever we see you."

The word of God was imprinted in the subspace as a covenant, the covenant of the Black King.

Sigh, it's not easy to secure a long-term meal ticket for a family.

Then the solemnity vanished, and the old man slumped back into his chair, clutching his stomach, looking completely disheveled.

"Hurry up and serve the food, I'm starving!"

Anglong had just been beaten, but there were no tears or snot streaming down his face. Instead, he had a strange, thoughtful expression, with his brows slightly furrowed and his cheeks slightly arched.

Aaron thought this would be a perfect model for a sculptor.

But there wasn't a single stone here for Angron to sit down and become a complete thinker.

"Xiao An, what are you thinking about?"

Aaron asked curiously.

The latter will open its mouth, and given the Primitive's intelligence, it will likely utter some profound truth:

"Because they are short, should we eat double the food for half-humans?"

Aaron reached out and sent Angron back into Marum's arms, finally finding some peace and quiet.

Indeed, you can't expect these so-called super brains to come up with anything; in the end, they're still just human.

No wonder Astartes was able to get along well with ordinary scholars in Little Pete's factory; they were all the same kind, and none of them were more noble than the other.

However, at Anda's insistence, the family still managed to enjoy a delicious and abundant meal on time.

Because these halflings' standard of living was close to that of a thousand years later, as the old man had described, their food spices and cooking methods were quite advanced.

Anglong and Anda ate heartily at the table, their mouths glistening with oil. Anglong even took the time to put seasonings inside the beetle's leg shell, presumably using it as a condiment box.

My father once said that this beetle was quite exquisite and wouldn't spoil or rot. It was definitely made of food-grade metal, and the contents were sealed well, so it was at least a canned food with a longer shelf life.

It's a pity that such a small beetle is only the size of a bag. If only we could get our hands on these giant space necromancer robots made of metal materials.

That lunchbox must be huge!

Anglong, overjoyed, jumped to his father's feet, who was still feasting, and held his head high:

"Dad, could you find a way to get a really big necromancer robot to use as a food truck? You're going to be an emperor in the future, so getting something like this should be easy."

Anda didn't say a word, but punched Angron on the head, telling him to get lost.

Not far away, Raymond, who had to use a towel to wipe his sweat, kept glancing back and forth between Angron and Aaron.

Alas, I wonder if Yu Ma is aware of the personalities of these two brothers from before Christ; this family is truly hopeless.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they were invited back to their rooms to sleep for the night. The next morning, they heard horns beating outside, and the distant, desolate "whooshing" sound pierced through the leaves of the forest, shaking the entire town.

Following the horn came the sound of the dwarves' army marching, their steel boots pounding heavily on the soft mud.

The head is not one of those helmets with metal horns that the old man drew, but a more restrained helmet that can fully protect the face and tightly protect the skull.

The armor he wore was ordinary and unremarkable; it was simply a plate armor designed for short people, with chains lining the inside and leaving room for free movement at the joints.

The procession consisted of about seventy people, with a vertical flag in the center. On the brownish-gold background was the silhouette of a black, bald giant standing sideways, holding an iron hammer.

The edges of the figures and artifacts were adorned with strange crimson-gold flames and smoke, but due to the limited space on the banner, it was impossible to determine what kind of device the giant was forging.

The flag's edges are decorated with cold, frost-like blue-gold patterns, representing its clan.

This is Icehammer, one of Wotan's dwarven guards.

The Icehammer clan may seem to contradict the traditions of the Hearthborn, but this is also a manifestation of the power of the environment to influence metal materials.

They believed that once the Ring of Lur was returned and Vulcan was restored to its wholeness, the power of the frost of the North would also become a source of strength for the dwarves.

Barnaby Icehammer, captain of the guard, pointed to the metal plaque laid out by the furnace as he stepped into the territory of Birchwood Town without any permission.

He removed his helmet, and his mouth, seemingly completely hidden by his beard, shouted:

"A royal decree from Wotan: Now that the Ring of Lur is complete, each settlement must send its Fellowship of the Ring to the location of the White God Eson, to witness the return of the Father!"

"Chiefs of the birch trees, where are your chosen ones!"

Raymond ran back and forth, his calves practically flying, and slid over:

"Captain Barnaby, here! Here!"

Damn it, we agreed to act together, but everyone else is busy playing the role of ordinary people while I have to come here and suffer.

And then there's the prospect of facing the cursed beings who haven't yet become the masters of humanity. I'm really worried I'll get slapped to pieces the moment we meet.

Now I have to grovel before my colleagues and play the role of someone who gets exploited. Sigh, you fool, find me a better role!

Barnaby looked back but saw no one. All he saw were the town's halflings, all hiding in fear as if they had seen a ghost.

If these halflings weren't the same height as them, Barnaby would have pulled out his whip and yelled at them, what kind of behavior is that?

He smoothed some of his beard and said slowly:

"I didn't see anyone behind me. You're the one you chose?"

Raymond hurriedly waved his hand and looked back, but there was not a sound from the hotel.

It seemed that the dwarven guard's horn had no effect on this family.

Damn cursed beings, even though we're not enemies yet, whether we're all acting or it's real, it's already driving the demons crazy.

It's hard to imagine how unbearable it would be if all of humanity became such an unyielding, self-centered race, and then their evil corruption took hold.

Raymond quickly replied, "It's already been chosen. It probably took some time to tidy up my appearance and demeanor, so as not to be disrespectful to the gods."

Barnaby frowned, and asked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them saw several clattering sounds coming from the second-floor balcony of the hotel. A disheveled man, dressed casually with his pajamas unbuttoned, walked out barefoot and stretched his body in the sunlight.

Then he coughed, his throat bulged and he spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and then he gagged, spitting out a few mouthfuls of secretions onto the floor below.

"Ah—that feels good. The wood used in this awful place is a bit problematic; it's making me a bit allergic to rhinitis."

Anda cleared his throat before rubbing his eyes and saw the dwarf guards not far away and Raymondon, who looked like he had truly seen a ghost.

"Hey, good morning! What are we having for breakfast today?"

He greeted them warmly, even with a genuine smile, towards these grumpy dwarves.

Don't say he knows dwarves are vengeful and don't learn their lesson. Look, I was so enthusiastic the first time we met today. Many aliens don't even get this kind of treatment.

Raymond covered his face and squatted down. It was rare for a halfling to be forced to such an extent.

He whispered:

"Could you please tell the master that we should abandon the plan? We haven't even gotten to the point yet, and all the arrangements are already so chaotic and disorderly. I am very pessimistic."

Chapter 388 The Fear of Angron (3K)

"Should I take them down now?"

Barnaby responded quietly, "Of course, the exercise must be performed in its entirety."

There are few opportunities to arrest the cursed person without any apparent cause, so if this puzzle is solved and they can escape successfully...

This is something you can brag about for a lifetime in the palace of the Lord of Change!

Barnaby was about to make a move when Raymondon quickly stopped him.

"We still don't know what the cursed one is thinking, or whether he has seen through the plan. We should just follow the script and at least get him into the puzzle before making any further plans. If a conflict breaks out before we even get him in, Foolish Horse won't let us off the hook."

Barnaby had no choice but to give up, but his face was as black as coal. He had just missed his chance to arrest the cursed one.

But he didn't dare to disrupt Yu Ma's plan. He wanted Yu Ma to know that the failure was his own fault, not an opportunity to shift the blame to his subordinates.

This process is widely used within Tzeentch's inner circle, and it is applied even to the plans of the Almighty.

Seeing Raymond rush into the hotel like he was serving an ancestor, grabbing Anda's waist and dragging her into the room.

The cursed man, still somewhat embarrassed, shouted things like, "It's broad daylight, and he's not interested in dwarfs."

He rubbed his eyes, pulled some stubble from his ears to plug them, just to have some peace and quiet so he could focus on the story.

But just then he saw an old donkey walking out of the road behind the inn. He had just seen something unclean, and his vision was now somewhat blurred.

I almost thought that Yuma had found out about my inner thoughts and was going to punish me on the spot.

When the old donkey walked up to him, followed by three neatly dressed people, Barnaby realized that they were the cursed man's family members from before Christ.

The leader said that during this period, the cursed person has blood relatives, but they are not the original body and are just mortals, so there is no need to worry.

Angron, riding on the back of the fifth son, whispered to Aaron:

"Brother, I noticed a hint of fear in the dwarves' eyes when they looked at Fifth Brother. Surely they wouldn't be so petty as to resent a donkey that's taller than them when it stands up?"

Aaron gently patted Xiao An's back, comforting her:

"It's like someone telling you every day that your cooking is bad."

Anglong gripped the fur on the fifth brother's back tightly: "That is indeed awful. I'm going to take his head off, pry open his mouth, and stuff it with my cooking every day."

Aaron sighed softly, "Father says this every day, but I've never seen you do anything about it."

Anglong realized that his actions had displeased the fifth brother, so he let go of his hand, scratched the back of his head sheepishly, and then answered his brother:

"But my father always finished all the food I cooked. I think he just said it nicely, but he actually really loved it."

The two brothers chattering incessantly and rudely, along with Marum, who remained silent not far away, and this—donkey?