Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The entire family was thus revealed to the dwarven guard.

They probably couldn't find anyone in Birchtree Town, so they chose this family to be the Guardians of the Ring.

Barnaby got into character, hands on hips, his voice booming:

"You're being too negligent. Some people haven't even finished getting ready. Are you expecting us to wait for you?"

Aaron carefully observed the dwarves, occasionally glancing at the halflings around him for comparison. He quickly realized the differences between the two types of short people (this is just an objective description), and felt a wonderful sense of learning new knowledge.

He should take out his sketchbook and start drawing now, but it's not convenient at this time. He should go out on the road, observe more dwarves, and then create his work.

Aaron chuckled, still quite approachable, unlike his father's face which seemed to have no effect on anyone other than humans:

"It's alright. My father has some mental illness. His clothes and luggage are already packed. Just make sure he gets the others safely with him."

Seemingly to confirm Aaron's words, Marum decisively turned around and walked away, leaping up to the second floor in one stride, startling Raymond, who was forcibly dressing Anda in a dress, causing him to fall off the bed.

Marum carefully observed the old man's expression and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the master was not insulted; he was just teasing the halfling.

Dress?

Too bloated and overly complicated.

Anda tore off his clothes, stripped naked, rolled up the bed sheet, tied it around his waist, and walked out.

"This is fine for me. If we're setting up camp at night, I can just untie it and lie down on the ground. Hey, it's also convenient for getting up at night."

Marum remained silent, but reached out and grabbed the rope around the master's waist, pulling it sharply to free Anda like a spinning top.

Then, at Space Marine speed, he dressed the man.

"Sir, a neat appearance helps to shape the first impression others have of you."

Marum carried Anda, who was already dressed, down the stairs, not forgetting to whisper a reminder.

Anda chuckled, "Appearance? You're right. I'll remember that in the future. I'll dress up in a glittering gold outfit. Humans all like big, muscular guys with gold."

The fact that he will remember it later means that he doesn't care about appearances at all right now.

Anyway, with that face, anyone would be captivated by it, so he'd rather be a little uglier and not attract attention.

But it absolutely cannot be because of Aaron; he needs to make this condition controllable.

Otherwise, how can they have both the power and the pretense, and how will they swindle things from the Four Gods in the future?

As Marum tossed the dressed Anda onto the donkey cart, he clapped his hands quickly and announced loudly:

"The Fellowship of the Ring has assembled in Birchwood and we may depart."

Anda lay back on the donkey cart, adjusting himself into a comfortable position, and listlessly raised his hand:

"Don't rush, let me ask. If we become the Fellowship of the Ring, will we be provided with food? We didn't bring much food with us."

"Also, if we encounter danger, our family of old, weak, sick, and young won't be of much use. I asked around, and they said it's just a representative from the settlement, not that we're actually asked to protect them."

Barnaby felt his head buzzing, couldn't help but cough a few times, and turned his head away with an urge to vomit.

No, is this a Fellowship of the Ring, or someone protecting a good-for-nothing like you lying on a donkey cart?

It looks like your family is on a business-funded trip.

He could only patiently answer:

"Mortals, do not be disrespectful. This operation is mainly a matter of etiquette. Wherever King Wotan's decree goes, all tribes submit. What danger is there? Just don't make a mistake in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods and presenting the Ring of Lur."

Anda perked up: "That means meals are provided! What are we waiting for? Let's get going. You're going to find people elsewhere, right? Help me ask around and see if we can get a free meal in other places."

Barnaby shook his head and said, "The Icehammer Clan is only responsible for this part. The Fellowship of the Ring from the other settlements is already on its way. We will head directly to the main road."

He had barely finished speaking when he couldn't help but add a sarcastic remark:

"Alright, time is of the essence. Don't fall off the donkey cart during the bumpy ride. It's been hard on you."

Anda laughed heartily: "I've never seen dwarves so funny. They just want to stuff their huge feet, which don't match their height, into the mouths of those rotten tongues."

Barnaby silently put on his helmet and gripped his warhammer tightly.

"Mortal, if you utter any more disrespectful words, I will smash your head against your butt."

Anda rolled over and lay down, no longer saying a word.

Aaron was greatly disappointed. "Father," he thought, "this is the best opportunity to see if these fantastical races are demons or real beings."

If it were a demon, they certainly wouldn't dare to make a move!

If it's true, then it's not a big problem. Aaron really wants to see if anyone can beat his father to his knees.

Unfortunately, no one has been able to do it yet.

A dejected Aaron climbed onto the donkey cart with Angron in his arms, only to see his father grinning foolishly at them, a piece of material, probably torn from the fifth son's mouth, dangling from his lips.

"Hehe, I knew you two unfilial sons were up to no good, but I'm not going to do as you wish."

"Consider this a trip to a theme park, Aaron, An. I'm giving you a heads-up: the one who created this illusion is your future fallen brother, Magnus. He has abandoned all the good and kindness in his humanity. When you meet him, I hope you won't hold back—"

Anda's voice trailed off abruptly, then, gritting his teeth, he added fiercely:

"Fight to death."

Aaron asked curiously, "Because of the hair?"

Anda became angry and slammed his fist on the donkey cart's cabin floor:

"Am I such a petty person? But don't worry, that thing is no longer your brother except for its name and memories. Beat it to death without hesitation."

The old man spoke earnestly, and after saying these words, his eyes kept glancing at Aaron's reaction.

He worried that the eldest brother might have some kind of compassionate heart.

But all that was seen was Aaron sighing:

“I understand, I know. In the future, Guilliman has already fought against Loga and Peturabo, and even killed Peturabo.”

Upon hearing this, Anglong tugged at his brother's sleeve with his little hand, looking very nervous.

"Ah, is Fourth Brother dead?"

Aaron gave a wry smile and soothed Angron's hair:

"They are demons who share the same name, and many terrible conditions led them to their fall. Angron, but that doesn't mean they are without fault. I can only do my best to save the brothers I see and change their fate."

Anglong seemed to understand, but he suddenly felt that his brother was somewhat terrifying, even more so than his father, and more unapproachable.

My father was the kind of idiot that humans could understand, an emotional idiot.

But the coldness, or rather indifference, in his eyes when his brother spoke just now made Anglong feel afraid, so he climbed into his father's arms.

My dad is a scumbag, that's true, but at least he's still a human being.

He worried that his brother might wake up that morning and suddenly transform into a radiant, inhuman being.

That may be sacred and sublime, but it is still human.

In that case, he might not even know if his beloved brother still existed.

At that moment, Barnaby's gruff voice interrupted the family's thoughts:

"After you finish the small path, you'll reach the main road. Your donkey is too slow. Luckily, we have a spare horse that can help pull the cart."

He had already grasped his master's thoughts, and the foolish horse wanted to approach his father from the past in person to observe him closely so that he could witness the cursed one's humiliation in the riddle.

Chapter 389 The Emperor on Horseback, Grenus, Tzeentch in Women's Clothing, Gathering of the Immortals

With his back to the person in front of him, Anda gave a wicked smile. This little thing is still so reckless.

During the great rebellion, all the other brothers did their jobs, but you little brat dared to come and cause trouble.

Anda sat up and asked loudly, "Where? Our donkey is too thin and slow. If we had a horse, it would be faster and easier to catch up with your group."

Barnaby beckoned, and a Shetland pony slowly retreated from the front of the procession. Its coat was reddish-brown with beautiful hair that shimmered in the sunlight in the woods.

"This is Betero."

The dwarf introduced his name, took out the reins and a dragging harness, and prepared to tie them to the donkey cart to help the fifth brother move forward.

But then they saw Anda, this anthropomorphic creature, stand up from the donkey cart, skillfully climb onto Bertello, and casually grab the reins and whip, waving them at the horse's rump:

“I can ride it, which reduces the weight on the donkey cart, allowing our old donkey to go faster.”

"Also, what kind of name is this? It's so hard to pronounce. I'll call him Shorty—"

Anda noticed that all the dwarf guards nearby were gripping their weapons tightly, and the atmosphere was serious and somber. If he were to utter his full name, he would be swarmed by these dwarves and smashed into a pulp by hammers and axes.

These demons likely possessed the dwarves' bodies through some means, allowing them to arrive in this timeline for disguise.

The dwarves are known for their resistance to Chaos Contamination, and perhaps if I tell too many of my racist, hellish jokes, these controlled dwarves will try to break free from the contamination and kill me.

"Um, cough cough, Little Horse, I'll just call it Little Horse."

As Anda rode on the pony, he had to be careful not to straighten his legs, or his toes would touch the ground.

Sigh, if you're going to create a cursed illusion, at least make it a legendary elven holy land, full of handsome men and beautiful women, so people can feel comfortable looking at it.

It's really hard for your father to be happy when you bring over a smelly dwarf.

At this time, Yu Ma was superstitiously believing that with the help of the Lord of All Changes, his disguise would not be discovered for the time being, and he was plotting something to embarrass the false emperor.

He changed his path, which required him to cross a cliff and a snow-capped mountain, and even a cesspool belonging to the giants!

Even though I feel disgusted, I still want to throw that old thing down once.

More importantly, it trapped the false emperor in his own puzzle, forcing him to acknowledge that his wisdom had its limits and that he could not comprehend the changes in all things in the world.

Therefore, the changes he made "back then" were not mistakes, but rather a result of the false emperor's own failure to consider the consequences.

He, Magnus, was never wrong!

At that time, they were talking about sitting on the throne, traveling among the stars, and creating new offspring.

These are all expedient measures by the false emperor, lies to fool himself!

Your own choice is the right one.

This was his own obsession. Only after realizing that he could not find all the fragments to piece together the whole thing did Yu Ma understand why he needed to be whole.