Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Motalian sat down on the spot, his expression normal, so that his height didn't appear intimidating.

“Those are bio-soldiers. Many warlords have similar technologies. These soldiers are enraged and enormous, but they are not invincible. I will distribute specially made nerve gas to a group of people to overload the nerves of these bio-soldiers, and they will lose their ability to move on their own.”

Any changes that he had considered were not considered changes; he had prepared for them long ago.

He was even intimately familiar with the fortress of Barbarossa's most powerful warlord, his adoptive father Nikel, and knew the path to conquer it.

But he wanted to save Nikel's fortress for last; he wanted to prove himself first, to conquer the lands of all the other warlords, and then, in the presence of all the people, to kill his adoptive father.

That would be meaningful.

Zeder wiped the sweat from his face, his withered fingers clenching his sleeve: "I understand. I'll be the first to go and stop those bio-soldiers. As long as you say so, I'll believe you."

Motalian chuckled softly. "Heh, no need for such flattery. Every time I go to a new place, I have to convince them not to trust me, but simply to trust the plan, and the damage and costs will be kept to a minimum. But you all look like you're about to die. Cheer up, Zedd!"

He picked up the wine in front of him. The local food and drink had all been purified by Helios, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Even if it can be called alcohol, it probably only has a slightly different, indescribable flavor than regular water; the taste is different when you simply pour it into your mouth.

He looked around at everyone attending the meeting: "Gentlemen, let's drink together. Get some rest tonight, we'll be setting off tomorrow."

Motarian paused briefly, then downed his drink in one gulp.

"A new era will come soon, and you will see the day the sun rises."

Helios and Aaron were at the very edge of the crowd. The old man tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice:

“Your brothers are all so charismatic that they can win over the mortals of their worlds. I can’t do that. Sometimes I tell people that I am the sun god, but they chase me around like a thief stealing fruit from an orchard.”

Aaron, however, looked on with satisfaction, watching Mortalian's excellent performance, and laughed heartily:

“That’s normal. My father also caused trouble while fishing and was caught red-handed. Xiao Mo is truly my brother. Even without our help, he will definitely succeed.”

Helios put his arm around Aaron's shoulder for support, as Aaron sometimes got tired even standing, Norse metaphorically remarked:

“I thought your eyes were strange just now. There was a kind of kind light in them, like an elder in the family watching a younger generation perform. Why don’t you find a way to bury your father? One head of the family is enough for your family.”

Aaron said seriously, "I've thought about this. Father has already been thrown into the lava, and we don't know when—"

Before he could finish speaking, Helios was so startled that his hand slipped, he nearly lost his balance, and his jaw trembled uncontrollably.

"You, you, you—you really did it!"

Aaron nodded: "No, it's not that. We just watched our father being thrown down. When we had to choose someone to die, we chose him."

Helios remained silent, shifting slightly away from Aaron before speaking:

"I'm sorry, I'm very happy about your father's passing, but I still hope you can find solace in his passing."

He was genuinely pleased to see this, but upon closer reflection, he found it terrifying.

He is now even more afraid that his uncles will become objects that Aaron can discard at any time when he wants to achieve his goals.

"Sigh, it's alright. That old thing will come back to life on its own in a few days. No need to worry." Aaron assessed his physical condition. He showed no signs of returning to his original time. "It's lunchtime. Let's see what Angron has been up to."

“We won’t interfere with Xiao Mo’s plans, but he can’t refuse to cook a meal for his family.”

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, chaos erupted in the camp below the tower, with the sounds of a giant beast charging and howling.

Mortarian was the first to react, and quickly leaped off the edge of the tower.

When Aaron arrived at the railing, he saw a large rat covered in rotten green fur howling and rolling around in the camp, all because a child with a kitchen knife in his hand and red eyes was chasing after it.

It turned out that when Angron saw that the camp was full of vegetarian food, he thought of going out to catch a wild animal. He happened to come across this super big rat, which was enough for everyone to have a bite or two.

Chapter 402 Little Mo: What is Subspace? Karastiffon (3K)

The fact that the rats on Barbarossa can be recognized as rats at a glance is a question that needs to be asked: how many species were taken to the stars during the human colonial era?

Apart from the dirty green rotten pustules on its skin, its larger size, and the strange growths of tissue on its body, this beast really did look like a rat.

It at least aligns with people's perception of rats.

If a well-regarded animal were to be turned into this, it would be considered torture.

"Have you ever seen Uncle Helios's thing? And is it edible?"

Aaron's first reaction was to not care about Mortarian, who had jumped down, or Angron, who was chasing after the rat.

This greatly surprised Helios, and his food allergy flared up once again:

"Wait, you don't actually want to eat this stuff, do you?"

He looked terrified and pointed at the large rat that was running amok.

The pus that spurts from its body surface looks several times more disgusting than snot, not to mention the meat inside, which would require cooking to make it edible!

No, it would be fine if he had never seen this thing before, but once he has, it will be hard for him to put his mouth on it again.

Aaron shook his head relatively calmly:

"No, but I'll take it back for the old man so he can have a taste. It's not easy for him to come all this way, it wouldn't be right not to bring back some local specialties."

Seeing his nephew say these words so casually, Helios was so frightened that he moved to the side again.

He began to have a vague suspicion that his nephew's personality might be off, but he hadn't paid attention because he had Neos as a comparison.

Now that only Aaron is left, one can sense the terror within!

If he could be so cruel to his own father, what chance would he have against his uncles?

The monster in the arena was getting closer and closer to the tower, and Angron had caught up to the rat's tail with one hand.

Now he has to hold two knives in one hand and one mouth. He was originally going to bite the rat's tail with his mouth, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

Before cooking, this thing really didn't make me want to eat it.

Mortarian dashed forward a few steps and reached the tower, stretching out his arms to block it.

The bandages on his hands weren't wrapped around any wounds; it was just a personal habit. His bandaged hands pressed down on the rat's upper and lower jaws, trying to pry them open a little, and he turned his head to the side to avoid spitting saliva everywhere.

After being struck, the tall figure only took a few steps back before stopping.

This is simply the original body's autonomous reaction, making it easier to dissipate force.

If he wanted, he could even remain completely still.

"Whoa-!"

A scream came from Angron's side. After the rat stopped, he bumped his head into the rat's rear end due to inertia, getting his face covered in disgusting pustules.

The old farmers nearby, especially Zede, slapped their thighs and sighed, saying that the beast's poison was dozens of times more potent than the poison in the air.

If an ordinary person's body is affected by a certain part of the skin, that part will be rendered useless.

But to the astonishment of the crowd, Angron simply got up, wiped his face, and was completely unharmed.

Since he was already dirty, he didn't care anymore and jumped up to the rat's neck. When he saw his brothers in front of him, he beamed with joy.

"Good brother, help me hold this mouse's head down, and I'll cut it off!"

Motarian snorted coldly and simply said, "Get out of here!"

He could naturally see Angron's extraordinary abilities. Leaving aside his strength and agility, which were completely beyond human comprehension, the fact that he could come into contact with the plague rats unscathed was enough to astonish Mortarian.

Even if mortals grow up in the poisonous environment of Barbarus and develop some resistance, they can only barely maintain their human form.

In biological terms, this means a balance between internal and external organs and an intact skin barrier.

When encountering these mutated beasts, the balance is broken, and disease invades the body, leaving no hope of recovery.

But even though Angron was covered in a ring of pus, some of which had even gotten into his eyes and been forcibly shaken out, his eyes didn't turn red.

Mortarian thought to himself that they were at least of the same physical condition.

I felt somewhat relieved.

After all, when he came into this world and gradually discovered that he was different from ordinary people, he was sometimes terrified that the ideas he held dear would be shattered by his own existence.

He said everything progresses according to the laws of development and change, but he himself is the one who disrupts these laws.

Now that another "brother" has appeared, this sense of abruptness has suddenly been somewhat alleviated.

But what followed was deep anxiety.

What if he really is a god?

While he was deep in thought, Anglong had already swung the kitchen knife in his hand. With great force, he swung down with both arms and forcefully cut the blade into the rat's neck, with the handle also penetrating deep into it. His two small fists had already plunged into the flesh.

Ordinary blades were too weak to handle these ingredients, so Anglong simply let go of the knife, grabbed the rat's neck from both sides with his hands, and together with his brother, one left and right and the other up and down, they began to exert force.

The two men managed to tear the rat's head into four pieces. After the round body lost its head, it staggered a few steps to the side before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

Angron plopped down on the mouse's back and cheered with joy:

"Finally, we can have meat! I'll cook!"

He rolled backward, using the mouse's broad back as a carpet slide, rolling all the way to the ground. Grabbing the mouse's tail with his little hands, he dragged it towards the kitchen, calling out as he looked back:

"Uncle Helios, time to get to work!"

He figured he could eat the rat meat directly without any problems, but locals would need to disinfect it before consuming it.

Helios was just thinking about getting a little further away from Aaron to reduce his presence, so he hurried over and followed behind Angron.

"Is this rat really edible? I'm thinking of skinning it and seeing how much meat is left."

He no longer finds Angron terrifying, after all, the power within Angron is a tangible terror, much like the stereotypical image of a demon.

Behind Aaron's actions and words lies an invisible and indescribable existence.

But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem like a big deal. After all, given that he had such an unconventional father, it was already quite remarkable that Aaron could maintain a normal way of thinking.

Rather, it's normal for Aaron to occasionally express thoughts that he himself cannot understand.

He still believed Aaron was a good nephew. He confessed this to himself in his heart without even realizing that he would actually take the initiative to explain Aaron's behavior.

Aaron clearly did nothing.

The people in the camp got busy. A few of the people who had just attended the meeting came to Mortarian and asked him a few words of concern. Then they all gathered around the kitchen to see how to process such a large pile of meat into a edible form.

Defeating warlords to acquire land and resources, and ending oppression, is certainly a good goal.

But being able to eat meat at noon today is the most pressing hope right now.

Otherwise, humans wouldn't consider "what to eat next" as one of the most important questions in life, pondering this question almost every day.