Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, once the old man regained his charm, his vigilance also increased significantly. He squeezed his legs together and rode his pony to the front of the group.

The dwarves said that once they reached the main road in the afternoon, they could meet up with the groups from other settlements. At that time, in addition to ordinary humans, there would also be "other races" such as orcs, treants, and undead.

When Barnaby mentioned the prefix "others," his tone was filled with pride, as if he were deliberately distinguishing dwarves from other races.

Hearing this made Anda feel very sad, and he had no choice but to stay away.

Alas, his human empire.

Come to think of it, I've never seen a fantasy story where the dwarf kingdom becomes the world's dominant power.

After all, readers prefer beautiful elves and handsome heroes, so dwarves are better suited to be supporting characters in a team.

"When the tiger is away, the monkey is king."

Anda scoffed, riding his pony all the way to the front of the group, giving himself the feeling that he was the leader of this team, which made him feel better.

After all, the greatest human racist of the future will be himself.

If the empire is successfully established in the future, all harmful aliens will be killed first!

Kill even those with cooperative value, kill, kill, kill!

The statement that they were demi-humans and not aliens was made at lightning speed; let's leave that for now.

Those who continue killing will pay a heavy price to continue, and will be given the status of second-class citizens.

The thought of the entire galaxy being inhabited only by humans and demi-humans brought a smile to Adachi's face, and then he slapped himself.

Get out of here and stop bothering me! Damn it, I'm just playing a murder mystery game and you have to show up. If you're so great, why don't you clean up all that mess in the future by yourself?

Anda wouldn't have thought of these things. If he started thinking about them, that would be the Black King unleashing his power.

He roared in his mind, but no one answered. Then his body went limp, and he fell off the pony, rolling onto the roadside stones, where he was hit by a knee.

"Hiss—whoosh!"

"Oh--"

The intense pain forced the old man to clutch his knees and wail in agony, his teeth chattering and his face contorted in agony.

He was incredibly unlucky; he even fell off a horse that wasn't as tall as himself. Anda thought it was because he was distracted and didn't care whether the little horse did it on purpose.

Fortunately, he has a warm home.

With blurry eyes, Anda watched as Anglong jumped off the donkey cart and rushed towards him after he fell, and he felt incredibly gratified.

He was trying to hold back his tears and appear calm, wanting to present a strong image to his son.

Then he saw Angron approach, not even glancing at him, turning around and leaping onto the pony, excitedly patting its mane:

"I've ridden the pony! Quick, quick, let's run, don't let Daddy catch us!"

Angron put his arm around the pony's neck, forcing it to turn and trot forward quickly.

Yu Ma immersed himself in his own thoughts, earnestly trying to understand his brother.

He had already learned from the treacherous that the false emperor had bloodline descendants before the original.

These children are basically no different from ordinary people, and their lifespan is not long.

He won't be treated as a brother by Yuma.

But the child's name is Anglon.

This could never be the original form of the World Eater, Angron. It's likely that the false emperor was too lazy and simply used the names of his lost children from the past to name them.

Yu Ma guessed this, but when Xiao An affectionately hugged his neck, he still felt a flutter in his heart.

Has he ever been hugged like this by his other brothers?

Hugs probably did happen, but at that time they were more for show or for image promotion, and were more of a polite gesture.

This was the first time I'd ever been hugged by Xiao An so genuinely out of pure joy.

Therefore, Xiao Ma's frolicking became more joyful, and he convinced himself that this was just for better disguise, a rehearsal according to the script.

He is essentially still the same ruthless Magnus who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals!

"Hiss, let me smooth it out—"

The pony neighed happily, its hooves clattering along the mountain road, startling birds into flight.

Anda cried out in pain, but not a single member of the marching dwarf army offered him a helping hand, watching him rot and stink in the roadside ditch.

Fortunately, this isn't a place where sewage and excrement are dumped in nearby villages or towns.

Marum waited until the donkey cart was close before slowly walking over, lifting the master up, brushing off the leaves and dust, and placing him on the donkey cart.

Anda was filled with sorrow and wanted some comfort. She looked at Aaron's face, which looked as if he wished his father were dead, and then turned to look at Marum.

The latter certainly has a strong desire to utilize his language expertise, and is even poised to do so.

Forget it, I don't need the comfort from the Ultra Warrior.

He could only look ahead at his youngest son, who rode on a small pony like a wild man, and mutter to himself:

"Like a wild monkey, with absolutely no manners."

He didn't even consider that saying a child is ill-mannered is just a veiled attack on the parents.

Anda casually grabbed the sketchbook from Aaron's hand and used it as a pillow, saying something before his son could push him off:

"From now on, you can just come to me for drawing. You don't need to see the true appearance of these aliens. I've seen far more aliens than you can imagine. I can draw whatever you want to see."

Unfortunately, Aaron's pursuit of art could not overcome his hatred for his father. Anda was still kicked in the waist by Aaron and forced to move out of the donkey cart and shrink into a corner.

The book that was under his pillow was also pulled out, and his head bounced on the hard wooden board, making a crisp sound.

Aaron checked his precious books, and in doing so, he returned to the topic of family education:

“Father, Angron was just looking at my drawing of dwarves and asked me how dwarves are born. If female dwarves also have beards, how can they tell them apart?”

Anda had no choice but to rest his head on his arms and start grumbling:

"He's so young, why would he care about this? Maybe there aren't any female dwarves at all, they just come out of the furnace one by one."

Meanwhile, inside the Demon Palace of the Wicked, Xin Liezhi covered his face, listening to the sound of the little horse's hooves, feeling a sense of helplessness.

It's over. After Angron was sent back, everyone he touches becomes stupid. Even the foolish horse who was so ambitious not long ago to teach the false emperor a lesson has become so delusional.

Let's start with the first puzzle: if temporary peace can only be achieved by sacrificing our parents, will they sacrifice themselves willingly, or will the children force them to sacrifice themselves?

The father-son relationship—hey, a common and ancient human theme.

Chapter 391 Heavenly Fire Burns Sodom (3K)

The destruction of this world is not something to worry about.

However, the fact that Angron and Pony were together was something that caused Anda extreme distress.

He didn't know if Yuma knew that Angron was Angron, and not some blood-born child from before Christ.

Fortunately, the horse couldn't speak human language, and he hoped to see Angron reach out and snap the fool's neck.

Many horror movies like to depict horses being torn to pieces to highlight the gore.

And so, Anda peered out from the railing of the donkey cart, filled with resentment.

The exhilarating feeling of riding a horse at full gallop should be my privilege.

Perhaps the evil god accelerated the plot, because they soon arrived at the main road and encountered the Fellowship of the Ring sent by other settlements and—a black coffin.

The Hearthborn, who guard the coffin, are also the best-equipped members of the Anvil Clan, whose armor and weapons are decorated with large gems.

It is said that the royal family was named Warhammer, and the anvil was the base from which the hammer struck.

The coffin was made of obsidian, with a solemn and fiery design, as if molten lava lay hidden beneath its external patterns, ready to erupt at any moment.

The coffin has a simple and unadorned design, without many fancy techniques. The edges are secured with a darker black metal structure, which seems to also serve as metal hinges, allowing the coffin lid to be opened directly when needed.

Due to the material properties of obsidian, its surface exhibits a crystalline glass-like distribution of fissures, from which heat is transmitted.

However, no reddish-orange light could be seen from these cracks.

The paint job deserves a bad review; it doesn't complement the theme at all.

Anda could grumble to himself, but he couldn't say it aloud. He could at least make up some stories in his mind, right?

Alas, it's a pity we can't see what's inside the coffin. It's like a game where the plot hasn't progressed yet, so there aren't any models loaded inside.

Those dwarves of the Anvil Clan were dressed in black from head to toe, except for the jeweled ornaments on their bodies. Even their beards and appearances looked very similar. Did you use the same mold when you poured them out of the furnace?

What's even more awkward is that after all the teams came together, they were guarding the coffin in the center, making it seem like this mission wasn't about escorting the Ring of Lur.

These Fellowship members were more like slaves to be dragged down to their deaths.

As the group regrouped, Anglong had no choice but to slow down with the pony and slowly return to the donkey cart. He kissed the pony's neck a few times, then jumped back onto the donkey cart, landing right on his father's stomach.

“Dad, I think we can’t talk nonsense anymore. Those dwarves who are protecting the coffin have terrible tempers, unlike Captain Barnaby who was easy to fool when he led us away at the beginning.”

Barnaby, standing not far away, clenched his fists. He could only endure these insults now.

He originally thought that only the cursed ones were more difficult to deal with, but who would have thought that even his son would be so dismissive!

Barnaby felt that his possessed dwarf body was about to burst with the urge to respond to these insults with his fists!

"Huwuwu——"

At the center of the procession, the Anvil Clan blew their obsidian horn, the heavy sound waves rippling and spreading, making everyone's scalp tingle and their heads spin.

A dwarf adorned with diamonds climbed onto the top of their coffin-carrying wagon, partly because leaders always had to stand on high ground when giving speeches.

On the other hand, it's because dwarfs can't be seen if they don't stand on high ground.

"Fellow clan guards, Mentalien of the Anvil Clan pays his respects on behalf of the Warhammer Royal Family. Our ancient heritage unites us. Now that the Ring of Lull is complete, according to legend, the body of Vulcan will be transported to the far north, where the Black God and the White God will merge, recreating the world and restoring the mines."

Anda lay in the donkey cart, listening to the chatter outside, and felt annoyed.

All this trouble is because you've already mined up the entire mine, and only now do you remember to resurrect your creator god and recreate the world, at least to let the mineral veins evolve.

Dwarves really love mining. They've dug up so many treasures, but you never seem to use them.

Aaron listened attentively, partly to analyze the dwarves' customs and partly to remember what he would experience next.

Mentalion quickly explained the objectives that the Fellowship of the Ring needed to accomplish: