Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

At this moment, my stubbornness is not without its own logic; those fragments that have been stripped away are not worthy of being a part of me!

Therefore, this plan came into being, precisely to make the old man acknowledge his failures and limitations.

So what can Tzeentch do?

If a child you abducted is finally determined to sever ties with their biological father, you still have to lend a hand.

However, Tzeentch, this incompetent adoptive father, probably had no experience in cultivating parent-child relationships.

If He thought about it carefully, Magnus should have gone to the Black King to break free from his obsession.

What's the point of finding a useless old man who wouldn't even admit that the three of them are one person before Christ?

After Xiao Ma embarrassed Anda, how come he can stand upright in front of the Black King for three seconds without being beaten down?

Unfortunately, the child insisted on making a fuss. Alas, parenting truly is the origin of all conflicts in the world.

Tzeentch sat slumped in his demon palace, and seeing Anda riding on a pony, the group finally setting off to begin the story, he no longer paid any attention.

He is now more concerned with Athena, one of the few immortal beings who possessed prophetic abilities before the Messiah's death.

If one can corrupt it, it will be very helpful in predicting future changes.

Don't ask Tzeentch why he didn't seek out Carlos. Tzeentch was just curious and asked Carlos what changes the Messiah would bring in the future.

Carlos's head started smoking; both heads were overloaded, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Currently, he is the second lowest in intelligence among all the Tzeentch Archdemons. The reason he is the lowest is because the Oglin individual has mutated into an example where his intelligence has returned to the human average, but his thought pattern is still that of the Oglin. This has caused this Oglin to begin to find himself in what humans call indescribable and ineffable bizarre situations.

The strange thoughts that arose in the brain swept through Tzeentch's mind in the warp, leading to the birth of this great demon.

It represents bewilderment, that is, having a certain level of knowledge and interpretive ability, but encountering wisdom that one recognizes a little about the letters and symbols between the lines, but just cannot understand.

(This is probably what it feels like for a liberal arts student to read a cutting-edge high-energy physics paper.)

Tzeentch pulled a book from his stomach, "An Introduction to Women's Clothing," which was one of the pieces of knowledge given to him by Slaanesh.

He carefully summarized his experience and concluded that the reason he failed to persuade the Messiah on his first attempt was because his female attire was not perfect enough.

This time, He intends to completely simulate Athena and even attempt to steal the "essence" of the immortals.

If the Primarchs were beings forcibly created by the Cursed, then were the Immortals themselves the result of the Warp and the real universe actively fusing their corresponding powers and physical bodies after the Eldar gods perished?

As for the timeline discrepancies, don't worry about them; that's not something the warp should be concerned with anyway.

But the brothers and sisters only care about the Primarch, seemingly ignoring the Immortals completely.

This is not normal at all. If they had known before the End and Death that the immortal beings among the Earth's monkeys would become the Dark Lords in the future, they would have taken action long ago.

Instead of waiting until now, when the game is already decided and everything is over and can't be changed, after the game is over.

Sigh, this was the first time Tzeentch had realized something was wrong.

He pondered carefully and realized that the Primarch's biological genes came from the two immortal beings, Anda and Erda.

The human empire was established through the efforts of the immortal Makado.

In "The End and Death," the Black King was able to hold his position, devise a way to defeat them as a god, and sit on the throne as a human because of Orpheus, the immortal being.

In this sense, it is actually the immortal humans who are fighting against their ancient fourth.

Yes, yes—

Tzeentch's mind went blank for a moment, and he finally understood.

Based on my previous thoughts, I plan to try to have a real-world identity.

He burst into maniacal laughter, a chilling laugh that sent the minds of all the explorers in the labyrinth exploding with death.

"Giggle-"

He finally figured it out!

Athena, let's start with this immortal being as a breakthrough. As long as we can understand why human immortals are born and what the principles of their existence are.

He can then take his place.

If you, Lord of Darkness, can gain an advantage through this "dual citizenship" by playing dirty tricks, then I, Lord of Change, can also try to become a living immortal and personally experience what you, the fifth divine throne, were thinking at that time.

Tzeentch never thought he could defeat the Black King with this idea; he simply found the perspective from which to think.

For Tzeentch, the thought of something but the inability to do it was incredibly tempting and irresistible.

Thus, His movements became faster and faster, as He exerted all His strength to simulate and sculpt the body of a living person.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Hades timed his journey from the seaside town to Macedonia, waiting to mooch a meal off Neos's family at the turn of the year.

No, this was arranged in advance, so it can't be called freeloading.

The burly man was wearing an animal skin over his upper body, with one of the garments Aaron had left behind as his inner garment.

It fit Neos perfectly, but it felt a bit tight on him.

The defenses of Macedonia were now solemn, and the soldiers were very wary of this savage who had suddenly arrived and demanded to see the temple priest. They escorted him all the way to the temple and only dared to let him in after receiving the priest's permission.

Hades entered the temple and was led by servants toward the inner sanctum.

Before long, they entered the house. The warm air from the brazier filled the air, making it much warmer. However, they did not see Erda's family, but Ares was drying his clothes.

He had just finished exercising today, and was covered in sweat. He refused to be served by the temple servants and took care of everything himself.

"Hades, it's been so many years. It's so good to see you awake. I was worried you'd sleep for decades and miss out on so much."

Ares put down his clothes, opened his arms, strode over, and gave Hades a tight hug.

Ah, the power of colliding muscles, so beautiful, representing the clash between force and strength!

Ares was itching to fight, but before he could even make a move, Hades noticed and slammed Ares to the ground by his neck.

"Sorry, I should have remembered your personality. We'll find another opportunity later."

Hades looked at Ares lying on the ground with his neck broken. Oh, he should remember that Ares was very sensitive to blows to the neck; it was his weakness.

He had to crouch down, grab Ares's head, and start figuring out how to put it back.

Just then, Erda lifted the curtain and came in, and saw Hades squatting in front of Ares, who was lying on the ground, with his hands holding Ares' head up.

"Wow, what are you doing? Quick, quick, I need to find someone to draw this scene!"

Erda spoke excitedly, rubbing her hands together, as if she wished she could paint this scene herself.

When she saw that Ares was no longer breathing and Hades hadn't taken off his pants, she looked disappointed. It turned out to be just a fight between stinky men.

Hades lifted Ares up and placed him on a chair, awaiting his resurrection.

Then, looking at Erda with her dark skin, she asked curiously:

"Honorable Hera, where is our God-King now? And what of the annual banquet—"

Erda was pleased. The person hadn't directly asked about her skin color change, avoiding any trouble. Good for them, they were very perceptive!

Erda nodded, her expression calm, but her tone carried a hint of horror:

"The banquet proceeded as planned, and there were still many guests. I also called over my other brothers and sisters."

Chapter 390 Angron's Aura of Reduced Intelligence (3K)

Hades was quite slow-witted; if he were Helios or Apollo, hearing Ilda speak in such a tone, he would only be afraid that he wasn't running fast enough.

But perhaps because Hades has always been a kind-hearted person and has never done anything to harm Andalda, he was able to remain so calm.

“Oh, that’s good,” Hades laughed with satisfaction. “We have indeed been apart for a long time. I still can’t forget the scene of Neos and Olpeson rolling all the way down the Alps.”

"They told the migrating tribe that there was fertile land beyond the snow-capped mountains, but they didn't tell them whether to go north or east."

Erda, thinking of her incompetent husband who did nothing all day, frowned, shook her head, and held her forehead with her hand:

"Let bygones be bygones. Many human migrations were spontaneous. Even without their guidance, many tribes would still have reached those uninhabitable areas. Even before they guided us, Homo sapiens and Neanderthals had crossed the snow-capped mountains and spread to various places."

Erda then offered an explanation for her husband and invited Hades to sit down.

Hades brought his own tea leaves; all he needed were hot water from his servants. While brewing the tea, he would glance back thoughtfully.

"By the way, where are Neos and the others? And my two nephews, I haven't seen them for more than two months, I really miss them."

Erda gazed into the distance and sighed:

“They continue their journeys, unwilling to stay long. In fact, wherever they remain, disaster strikes. It’s better to come back and visit occasionally, rather than stay for extended periods.”

"Perhaps I'll make it to the banquet; you don't need to worry about that. Hades, you are the oldest immortal besides me. I need to ask you some details, the details of our birth. I always feel that something is watching us."

Hades frowned, looked at his stomach, and there was indeed a conceptual demon inside, but it was not as ancient as them.

"It's alright. If there's any danger, we'll figure something out together once everyone's here." He remained optimistic and looked at Ares, who had just been resurrected and was currently trying to break his neck, asking for his opinion.

Just as Ares believed that his other brothers and sisters were smarter than him, Hades also felt that others were at least as dull as he was.

These two are truly rare "humans" among the immortals; other immortals are more or less inhuman in some way.

Ares straightened his spine, then clenched his fist and shook his head, saying:

“Our superhuman powers primarily come from psychic abilities, but my use of psychic abilities only began to expand recently, inspired by Aaron. Erda, you should trust your intuition and just tell us who to kill, that’s all.”

Erda was very satisfied with their reactions; that's more like it. If only Anda could be this obedient—

No, when my man is so obedient, it just doesn't feel the same.

Ugh, this damn love.

"I have prepared a simple place for you to rest, please bear with me. I am going to continue to investigate that strange feeling, hoping to find out the anomaly in advance."

Erda got up to see the guests off, and Ares and Hades both said that the living conditions here were so much better than the conditions they had previously endured by sleeping in the open.

If Anda were here and heard this, he would definitely think that Anda should live in the palace.

The British Isles, within the realm of the Foolish Horse.

Anglong leaned on the railing in front of the donkey cart, gazing longingly at his father riding a pony and singing joyfully.

He started crying and complained to his brother:

"Brother, I want to ride a pony too! Dad's a grown man, what if he breaks the pony!"

Aaron put away his sketchbook, looked up at the old man, and prepared to get off the car and kick him off so his younger brother could try riding on it.