Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He never believed from the beginning that his relationship with Mortarian would make Mortarian give it up.

If a more powerful destiny were to arrive, what choice would Typhon make?

Helios only just realized the logic that Aaron had already figured out when Typhon woke up, and thought he was really smart, thinking that his nephews probably hadn't figured it out yet!

However, Typhon's philosophy of life did not lead Helios to delve into the root of the problem; he was merely interested in the withering power and wanted to explore whether a curse could be created to age the immortals.

Chapter 406 Typhon's Rebirth, Typhon Begs Nurgle (3K)

As he passed Aaron, he casually took the bowl from Aaron's hand and, without caring that it belonged to his nephew, poured it into his own mouth.

“I’ve talked so much just now, my throat is so dry, cough cough! Your younger brother is not someone to be trifled with. Don’t worry, he wasn’t abused when he was a child, but he’s a man with a conscience and can’t bear to see his subordinates suffer.”

Helios coughed a few times and began chewing the chunks of meat in the soup.

After these contaminated meats developed pustules were purified, their original expanded and withered texture did not revert back, thus giving them a unique flavor.

It doesn't taste very good, like eating boiled buns, but it's still far superior to ordinary crops in Barbarossa.

Aaron waited until his uncle finished eating before speaking with a smile:

"Uncle, your accent is really strange. Where did you learn it?"

Helios clutched his throat, pounded his chest, and swallowed the piece of meat that had been stuck in his mouth for so long. Thump! Thump!

It took him a moment to recover. He called out to Anglong and asked him to send a bowl to his younger brother.

Then he looked at Aaron and said, "You learned it from your father. A lot of the things were things that our human civilization hadn't developed yet. But your father had some kind of prophecy or reasoning ability, which often came out of his mouth. We were bored, so we naturally remembered some of them."

He finished another bowl of soup, and only then did he look refreshed, as if showing off, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky.

"Your brother is fine, it's just that his friend Typhon's psychic energy is from the same lineage as the local warlords. Typhon thinks he'll be killed by Mo if he speaks up, and Mo thinks Typhon is being disloyal by hiding the truth."

"Actually, they both felt that if their secrets were exposed, it would be a fight to the death, and that's how it turned out. So I guess sometimes, things really can't be explained clearly."

Helios patted Aaron on the shoulder and went inside to find Typhon and get some answers.

Aaron paused for a moment, then began to fill in the gaps in the image of his father that he had constructed in his mind.

He had heard his other brothers, and even his father himself, complaining that his father, 30,000 years later, was having trouble speaking clearly.

Aaron once suspected that even immortals could suffer from dementia.

But if things are like the relationship between Mo and Typhon right now, there are some things that really can't be said face to face.

However, he has never met this father, who is known as the Emperor, even to this day.

Otherwise, he would have definitely thrown a basin of water at the old man and asked him what was wrong with him.

Helios entered the inner room. Typhon had already been forced to drink several bowls of wine by Angron, and his complexion had recovered somewhat. He was even somewhat afraid of Helios, who was constantly unleashing spiritual power.

In his understanding, psychic power was extremely dangerous. Even when warlords displayed their power, it was only a matter of observation, and they themselves might even undergo distortion.

The person before them seemed to be cast in golden light, truly a sun on earth, yet also a model of humanity, without a single flaw.

"Karas Typhon, alright, you probably know why Mortal is so averse to psionic things—his adoptive father was a warlord like that. But strangely, that warlord named Nikel seems to want Mortal to become like him."

Helios briefly recounted the events, sat down on the edge of the bed, and shook his head, saying:

"You know, to defeat someone at the most fundamental level, you have to make them the person they least want to be."

Let's first lay out the factors that Xiao Mo encountered, hoping that Typhon can understand.

Typhon remained silent for a moment before speaking:

“I just heard the farmers nearby explain that you are all gods who fell from the sky.”

Helios chuckled awkwardly and quickly waved his hand, saying, "No, no, it's just something people say. We're human too, we're all human."

Typhon shook his head and said, “No, I’ve heard them say that you can’t die and that you can be resurrected if you are killed. Mortarion is your nephew, and you call him the son of the God-King.”

"And that god-king will come to take his son away sooner or later."

Helios frowned, trying to discern some emotion from Typhon's words, but his skill was insufficient, and all he found was a wall.

"but me--"

Typhon stretched out his hand, and his expression finally changed. His pupils began to dilate, and withered lightning slowly filled the area.

He began to undress, startling Helios, who jumped up in alarm, only to realize that Typhon was merely displaying his ribs. Typhon's face turned ashen.

“And I am a bastard. A warlord forcibly took my mother and gave birth to me. It was just a moment of pleasure for that devil, but after I was born, he never treated me as his son. My mother was even instructed to be murdered by the farmers in her hometown.”

"It was at that moment that I awakened my power and discovered my difference. It's ridiculous, isn't it? I discovered it when I compared myself with human corpses. I originally thought we should be the same kind."

Typhon's fingers moved across the ribs, prying open the skin to reveal the pale gray scaly structure, the two extra ribs, and the muscle bundles.

This usually means that the creature has wings, since flying is not just about flapping two arms, but also requires the support of muscles in the chest and back.

This means that he is not human, and his warlord father would have had even more inhuman characteristics.

Helios was drawing various conclusions in his mind. He was so deeply influenced by Neos and Aaron that his mind had become much smarter.

"So, he was just a son of a god who descended to earth for this one time. Just like you said, the sons of gods are welcomed back after they have accomplished their great deeds."

Typhon's voice had become incredibly cold, causing Helios's forehead to turn white.

Aaron, Aaron, why were you so proud to say these things before? Locals don't know how to keep their mouths shut. They probably meant well and just blurted everything out.

Now, Typhon, a true hybrid of an alien warlord and a human, seems more like the template for the protagonist who will ultimately save the world in the story.

The existence of Mortarion is what truly stole their destiny.

This world is truly a strange circle. When Xiao Mo heard about the so-called God King descending to earth, he also had a big reaction. He was probably worried that his father would come and take care of all the problems, making all his previous efforts seem like a waste.

Typhon's mindset was more sensitive and tragic than Mo's, because before he even started to work hard, he discovered that a protagonist was already standing in front of him on a smooth road of destiny.

Little Mo was oblivious to the fact that every complaint and venting of Little Mo during their conversation was likely interpreted by Typhon as yet another torment from fate.

He managed to hold on until this moment because he was thinking of Xiao Mo's safety and risked his life to come here immediately.

Alas, that's the problem. Both of them have their own obsessions, and if they break up, they will both be at fault.

This strange world can't be black and white, why does it have to have these so-called conflicts?

Human nature is also unclear. We are all born of heaven and earth, yet we cannot let go of our desires. Even if we know that we are wrong, we cannot turn back.

Why can't you turn back? Is it so hard to admit your mistakes?

For the immortals, admitting their mistakes and begging for forgiveness is a practiced skill; they never have any lingering concerns in their hearts.

Helios was even a little smug about this, and almost laughed out loud in front of Typhon.

He finally understood the root of their conflict, and muttered under his breath:

Why do you insist that Xiao Mo's existence makes your life meaningless?

Typhon grumbled discontentedly, “I was even prepared to succumb to fate, to become his friend and soldier, and to be at his command. After all, what he wanted to accomplish was my lifelong dream.”

Helios clapped his hands joyfully, his expression shifting unpredictably:

“Interesting, interesting. Look, this is the problem. You’ve mentally prepared yourself to be inferior, so why bother? Nobody is that much worse than anyone else. For example, I’m Xiao Mo’s uncle, but he’s never treated me like a human being.”

"It's impossible to say that everyone is equal, but you can't lose your spirit. You don't have to think that everything belongs to Xiao Mo. You can act on your own, expand your influence, or even lead an army and put forward your opinions."

He simply sat down, put his arm around Typhon's arm, and chuckled slyly.

“You do it yourself. Go to more areas that are controlled by warlords and liberate the oppressed.”

Typhon was just beginning to revel in his journey of breaking free from Mortalian and realizing his dreams when a sense of inferiority crept in again—a wound that had been ingrained in him since childhood.

“I am not as powerful as him, nor as wise. Even my psychic powers are death and decay; I used to just watch the crops rot and die. I hate it as much as Mortarion; it is the symbol of all my sorrow.”

“Every time I use these powers, something replays in my ears my mother’s suffering and her dying cries.”

Helios shook his head and said, "No, you are strong. Show your power, Typhon. Psychic power has never been a burden."

He got up and left the house, walked to Little Mo outside the camp, took the small stone Aaron had given him, and then rushed back to put it in Typhon's hand.

"According to what my nephew muttered in his dream, the first point about the effects of psychic energy, what was it again? I forgot, but I didn't hear it clearly. But it's very simple, it's about coming and going."

Helios stretched out his hand and released his psionic energy—not his light and heat, but the purest power—to restrain the bowl not far away.

Under the power of pure psychic energy, the bowl floated up and fell into Helios's hands.

He laughed and patted Typhon on the back:

"Look, it's that simple. Did you see anything in my power just now? Nothing! You can do it."

In Typhon's eyes, besides the reflection of Helios's light, a glimmer of life finally appeared.

Can he control these powers?

More than 12,000 years later, Nurgle Gardens.

Typhons, hailed as a pioneer of Nurgle, is making his way into the deepest part of the garden. He was once the most respectful to the Father, but now he is so flustered and disrespectful.

"Save me, my great father—"

He called out as he ran to the black wooden house on the hillside and knelt down.

In the distance, the demons whispered amongst themselves, mocking the so-called "Lord of the Legion." Mortarion was truly the father's most beloved child; after Mortarion's resurgence, Typhon should have realized he was nothing but a clown. Mortarion must have already made his move, to punish the Legion!

But today's offense by Typhon is not so; it is a terrible change.

Typhons felt he was going to die.

Chapter 407 Typhon's Ascension to Demonhood (3K)

In the garden, beauty and tranquility are the eternal melody.

In fact, many Nurgle demons still appreciate the music created by various secular cultures and seek to compile the music that best represents eternity for the Father.

Their joy is not aligned with the aesthetic pursuits of mortals, and Slaanesh wouldn't be so despicable as to capture a few Nurgle demons who understand music. Therefore, when these melodies resound in the garden, those who hear them only feel more terrified.

All the pleasures of Nurgle are based on the idea that the benevolent father rejoices first, and that they themselves rejoice later.

If any real-world civilization could achieve this, the horror involved would be unimaginable.

The Great Demon Nagas coiled its serpentine body and slithered down the hillside, which was covered with mold and lush aquatic plants.

Within each scale of its snake body lies a terrifying mutation virus, representing the mixed mutations and genetic variations of the organism's limbs.

It also originates from the "Chimera" creature that intelligent life first imagined.