Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

As dark thoughts gradually took hold of Mortalian's mind, a hand gently patted his arm; it was the bald young man.

The young man was looking up, displaying an incredibly peaceful smile, as if he were comforting a little kid:

“Don’t worry, Uncle Helios has never been defeated by any illness since birth. He even went into the realm of the corrupt demons with his father and came out unscathed.”

Here comes another word I've never heard before: corrupt demon?

Mortalian's mind was guided to contemplate new concepts, drawing some ideas from that dark future.

This greatly displeased the sleeping father in Nurgle Garden, who reached out and scratched the itch on his back.

Several pampered Nurgles were digging tunnels on their father's broad, reliable back, using it as a slide.

These changes failed to alert the Father and awaken Him, perhaps because a higher level of eternity had obscured them.

Typhon woke up, his body fell back to its original state, and everything returned to normal. Just as he was about to show his surprise and joy, he suddenly became nervous.

He assumed a defensive posture, cautiously observing Mortarian not far away, and everything around him that had withered because of his power.

He was even prepared to die at Mortarian's hands today.

Along the way, they defeated countless warlords and witnessed firsthand how Mortarion ruthlessly destroyed these enemies, even as if venting his anger.

He deserved it, because the suffering he endured in his life stemmed from the union of his warlord father and his ordinary mother.

And he inherited those powers—does that mean he will stand against Mortarion?

He tried to probe indirectly, after all, Mortarian had witnessed the power of those warlords firsthand.

But this close friend only had disdain for superstition and the power of wonder, believing that so-called metaphysics was nothing but a trick of the gods and ghosts, a means for warlords to rule the people, and that it would eventually be destroyed by itself!

When Typhon saw Mortarian's reply, he never told his brother, with whom he had shared hardships, that he also possessed such abilities.

He worried that the moment he opened his mouth, they would become enemies.

Chapter 404 Angron: Hahaha, the rat soup is here! (3K)

"I--"

Seeing that Mortarian had not made a move, but instead had a deep worry in his eyes, Typhon was about to speak up when Helios pushed him down onto the bed.

They didn't even notice that a single hair of theirs had been pulled out.

He then remembered everything that had just happened; Helios had saved him, and that Helios possessed witchcraft—

Yes, yes! Helios is also a holder of magical powers, so he can stay by Mortarion's side!

Typhon was somewhat delighted, but then he remembered that his new friend in Mortalian possessed the power of the sun's purification, which could help Barbarus build a new world!

His only ability was to cause everything to wither and even mold.

The presence of swarms of mosquitoes and bees offered no value in entering the new world, and his expression darkened again.

No, he couldn't place his hopes on Mortarian; he had to escape and survive.

Typhon was not as resolute as Motari thought, nor was he able to face the future head-on.

The sensitivity and inferiority complex cultivated by their upbringing are suppressed within themselves, and their biggest secrets cannot be told to their best friends.

Typhon will succumb to the insurmountable events that fate brings, even sooner than Mortarion.

Perhaps there will be a chance to turn the tables and ask why Mortarian hasn't knelt down yet, attributing it to fate!

In the blink of an eye after waking up, the change in his expression, the subtle shift in his demeanor, amazed Aaron, who thought he was a promising actor!

He even noticed that after Typhon woke up, his hands instinctively reached for his weapon.

Why would this younger brother's friend choose to carry a weapon to ensure his sense of security?

Aaron made a speculation with great interest:

When the river is flowing smoothly, Typhon is a reliable companion. However, when the waves ahead rise, even with a ballast to lean on, he is inevitably terrified by the sound of the giant waves crashing in front of him and begins to doubt whether this support can lead him out of trouble.

Aaron felt that this was the kind of relationship between the two. If Typhon encountered something that he believed Mortalian was incapable of fighting, Typhon would choose the more realistic side, because Mortalian's actions were rather idealistic.

This logic is a bit strange; Typhon is now even willing to risk his life to deliver intelligence to Mortalian.

Was it because Typhon believed that Mortarion could ultimately defeat the warlord named Nikel?

That's not surprising. Perhaps Typhon's future choices will depend on the limits of Xiao Mo's abilities.

Aaron thought about it more and more and felt that he couldn't possibly have come to those conclusions. They had only met for the first time, and he had only seen the panicked expressions of some patients as they woke up, yet he had already imagined many scenarios in his mind.

Is it because she cares too much about her younger brother? So much so that she pays extra attention to his friends as well.

Haha, it's probably because my entertainment in Thebes was mostly just watching plays. I paid too much attention to the actors' facial expressions and small gestures to interpret the plot. Over time, I started to connect all of these things.

Aaron scratched the back of his head and saw Helios pin Typhon to the bed before getting up with satisfaction.

"Although the pollution has dissipated, it is still a recovery period for the body, so it is best to rest in bed."

"You're a psionicist too? Such a great trump card, Xiao Mo, you're not using it. What a waste."

Helios turned his head, giving a sidelong glance and saying coquettishly:

"Leaving aside the most basic psionic shock, even if he instinctively uses the power of withering, he can render the medicine inside Bell Fortress ineffective. Without the medicine to replenish their blood, the bio-warriors cultivated by Bell will go berserk and die."

"Oh dear, so you guys used to leave your precious treasures unused and just go up and fight people with knives?"

He looked at Mortalian with a disappointed expression and was about to walk over and poke him a few times, completely unaware that Mortalian's eyes were fixed on Typhon behind him.

"Oh dear, why do you look so sad? I saved your good friend!"

Helios had already reached Mortalian's side and slapped him on the waist; the Primarch was simply too tall.

"Your father should have made you younger, otherwise how will you get married and find wives in the future?"

The old man's words were full of worry for his nephew's future life: "You were just holding your brother like you were holding your son."

His rambling words greatly agitated Mortarian, making it impossible for him to calm down, let alone make any decisions.

Aaron rushed over, covered Helios's mouth, and pulled him back, using a bit more force.

"Ugh—Aaron, what are you doing!"

Aaron isn't really going to smother himself while he's at it, is he?

He probably didn't say the curse that Ilda would grow old aloud; he was just thinking about it in his head!

Could it be that this nephew is also omniscient and omnipotent?

"There's probably some history between the two of them. Let's hear what's going on first. Your nonsense is frightening."

Aaron hurriedly whispered a warning in his uncle's ear, lest Helios's words ruin their friendship, which was originally nothing to worry about.

Helios finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was dragged to the doorway and his mouth was released, at which point he whispered:

"What could be wrong with these two kids? Didn't you see how anxious Xiao Mo looked when he was trying to save someone?"

Aaron sighed:

“You didn’t see how panicked Little Mo looked when the psychic power appeared on Typhon. I have no doubt that if Typhon were a psychic under any other circumstances, he would probably kill him.”

Helios chuckled sheepishly, touched his neck, and stammered:

"No way, Aaron, you're kidding me."

Aaron said helplessly, "Didn't you say that Xiao Mo's first reaction upon seeing you was to kill you?"

"Not all psionicists are immortal. I bet Xiao Mo must have some kind of psychological trauma. More importantly, if he kills someone, he will definitely regret it afterward."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Mortarian remained silent.

But the Primarch's body moved, its steps heavy and steady as it walked toward Typhon, its hands clenched tightly.

No one doubted that Typhon could survive a punch from him.

"What have you been hiding from me—"

Mortarian spoke first, but his tone was already in control of his emotions, revealing no feelings that would be noticed by others.

It's as if this way I can be a ruthless person and not be exploited.

Typhon's hand, reaching for the weapon, froze; at this distance, he could do nothing against the Primarch.

Even if it's an outburst of psionic energy—

Typhon had personally witnessed several psionic warlords, their bodies crackling with lightning, being pinned to the ground and beaten by Mortarion. Even as the massive scythe severed their heads, the lightning failed to penetrate Mortarion's defenses.

Mortarian observed all these changes and realized that the secret his best friend kept was enough to turn his best friend against him.

The surrounding people had fallen silent, except for Helios smacking his lips as he watched the spectacle; everyone was waiting for Mortarion's judgment.

The locals all knew that these witchcraft practices, or spiritual powers, were hallmarks of warlords and one of the sources of their brutal rule.

It was widely rumored that a hero was gathering heroes to rise up in rebellion, and it was his hatred for the warlords that marked the beginning of Barbarossa's many years of changing fortunes.

Little did he know that his best brother was the enemy's bloodline.

Recalling what Lord Helios said, Mortarion was the son of the god-king and would eventually return to heaven.

Could there be a future where Mortarion establishes a new Barbarus, and Typhon becomes the new warlord, thus returning history to its original form?

At this tense moment, while even Aaron was waiting for Mortarion to make his choice, Angron burst in carrying a pot, laughing loudly:

"Hahaha! The rat soup is here!"

"Oh? Xiao Mo, your friend is awake! Come on, have some hot water. Uncle Helios sterilized it all, so don't worry about drinking it!"

The pot that the little kid was holding was so big that it completely covered his figure.

Even as a child, the Primarch was already able to lift the bottom of a scalding pot with his bare hands and run at top speed without spilling the soup, which was truly amazing.

Xiao An strolled over to Xiao Mo and Typhon, holding up a pot full of hot soup with rat tails floating in it.

However, what used to be disgusting tail now looks like a long noodle. The old folks in my family used to mention that besides making bread, wheat can also be used to make a food called noodles.

My dad used to boast that as long as the noodles didn't break, he could slurp them all up in one go.

"Why aren't you all saying anything? Hurry up and bring your bowls to drink the soup! To match your Barbarosian style, the pustules on top are fake; they're just meatballs."

Looking down from under the pot, Anglong saw that no one's legs were moving and began to panic, wondering if the ingredients he had chosen for this meal were really wrong.

That shouldn't be the case. These have all been sterilized. Regardless of the taste, at least they won't have any negative effects if ingested.

Or is it just that it doesn't look good and looks scary?