Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The rotting crocodiles had no idea that they would be incredibly lucky to get a bite of real Aaron's flesh.

Six hundred years BC, the British fantasy world of Sodom.

Aaron woke up from the donkey cart with a yawn, while Xiao An was still groggily kicking his legs.

After his father passed away, he had nowhere to kick his legs when he slept at night, and subconsciously he knew that his older brother was there and he couldn't be too unrestrained.

It takes several turns to find the most suitable position.

Xiao An probably needed to nap for a while longer. Aaron got off the donkey cart alone. The sky was much clearer than before. Logically speaking, the volcanic ash shouldn't have dissipated so quickly.

It really isn't the real world.

He looked at the lava river flowing down from the crater; the sixth stream had already begun to weaken, and it seemed that the fire would restart in six hours.

The time I spend in Barbarossa may not perfectly correspond to the ambient time; there may be a difference of one or two days.

So that when they returned, they wouldn't find Sodom buried, their father's body missing, and they wouldn't have any idea when or from where he would be resurrected.

But Aaron didn't care much.

The old man is so old, why would he need these younger generations to worry about him?

Even a mighty god-king can fly. If he's resurrected and has no food, he'll eventually fly back to his side amidst sparks and lightning, begging his two sons to give him a bite to eat, lest their father starve to death.

So Aaron got out of the car and had time to stretch his body a few times before he saw Marum brushing the pony's mane.

Startled, Aaron rubbed his eyes and, after confirming that the creature being brushed was Pony and not Fifth Brother, quickly asked:

"Marum, why are you cleaning the dwarf's horse today too?"

Marum brushed his brush across the pony's belly and said softly:

“While you were asleep, I noticed that this pony actually ran to the spot where the master was thrown off the volcano, and I even noticed some emotion in its eyes. I guess the master rode it before and developed feelings for it.”

"Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to clean it up. Lao Wu doesn't really like this horse, so at least it'll be clean so he won't dislike it."

Aaron naturally ignored the first reason that Marum mentioned.

If old people can develop feelings for all living beings through close contact, then why are they so cold and distant with their sons, treating them like mere tools?

The fifth child's opinion is more important in the family.

Aaron walked over and casually stroked the pony's hair, checking its teeth and hooves for parasites.

This was one of the skills taught by the craftsmen in Egypt, but since the fifth son had always been kept clean, it was never used. It was perfect for checking the foal's body.

“Very good, not even lice. I thought the dwarves’ horses would be like their masters, with thick beards and lots of parasites.”

Aaron was very satisfied with the pony's appearance after cleaning.

Marum cautioned, "Among the dwarves the master mentioned, the Space Dwarves are actually a more advanced and developed race. As Hearthborn, their hygiene habits are quite good. They are even immune to many germs."

"As for the so-called fantasy dwarves, to be honest, I had never heard of them in my cultural education. I only heard about them for the first time from the old man."

Aaron casually remarked, "Maybe the old man made it up. Just listen to what he says that benefits you, and treat everything else as nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and the pony beside him suddenly became agitated, pounding its front hooves on the ground and even trying to turn its head to bite Aaron.

Unfortunately, Marum grabbed the reins, making it impossible for them to move.

At this point, Yu Ma was somewhat on the defensive. What did he mean by "only listening to what is beneficial to oneself, and treating everything else as nonsense!"

No, it's a family tradition, and you, an old man from tens of thousands of years ago, should pass it down!

If I had this mindset from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to endure all the suffering that followed!

Wait a minute—Yuma begins to recall, and the legend of Fenris's wolf begins to surface.

They're all "mutations," so you're just keeping it from others and dealing with it internally without any problems?

Why would I shamelessly run to that old man and say I'm going to be a psychic?

It was only then that Magnus remembered the behavior of the other Primarchs, especially Ruth and Chagatai, during the Council of Nicaea.

So it turns out that I'm the foolish one who doesn't even realize it.

Ahhh——

Now that Yu Ma has only just realized this, he can no longer tolerate it. In his view, all these problems can now be attributed to the fact that the early descendants of the false emperor had realized this, but failed to pass on this family precept.

The reason why that bastard Ruth didn't try to persuade him back then is only revealed later.

The irritable, foolish horse broke free of its restraints once more, running wildly towards the volcano's lava river, where it sank and disappeared.

Aaron stood there, stunned, wondering if he had said something that had provoked Pony.

That shouldn't be the case. This little horse can understand human speech?

Or perhaps, as Marum claimed, the pony developed extra feelings for her father because he had ridden her before, and after waiting for several days without seeing her father return, she became so angry that she jumped into the lava.

Alas, what a tragic fate.

On the outskirts of the illusion, in the Shetland Islands of Britain.

The foolish horse emerged from the magical teleportation, its fur beginning to fall off, gradually transforming into its original form.

The figure with red skin, wearing a giant horned helmet that covered one eye.

"Let the heavenly fire erupt and find the location of the false emperor."

The Primarch said so.

The demons cried out in terror:

"My lord, we must proceed according to the original plan. The beauty of change lies in the changes we perceive within fixed rules. If everything were done as we pleased, we would be drowning in disorderly and baseless changes, which would be a step down from our goal."

The Tzeentch demons, or at least demons of this level, don't want that "not eating beef" thing.

Instead, they set the rules and then enjoy the pleasure of breaking and twisting them.

This was something Tzeentch had repeatedly told him before Foolish Horse set off; Tzeentch wanted to help Khorne regain Angron.

Evil Steel is dead, so be it; it was an unclaimed thing anyway.

Luo Jia was beaten to a pulp, and nobody cared.

However, it's best not to lose any of the four of them, otherwise if the red one is lost today, it will be the blue one's turn tomorrow.

Therefore, the Lord of All Changes allowing the Foolish Horse Organization to stage this farce is not because he cares much about this "son".

Foolish Horse remained silent, simply slapping the demons in front of him away. His single eye gazed into the past, as if time itself had stopped there.

Not to mention the flow of molecules in the material world, even the souls of the demons were immobilized, becoming an eternal prison.

"Is it any of your business to tell me what to do?"

Yuma waved his hand, unfurling a canopy that gazed upon the volcano within the city of Sodom.

"Now, for the second sacrifice, I will throw him into the volcano."

Foolish Horse pointed at Angron. Aaron was just an ordinary person, but Little Angron showed some strange abilities, no less than the Primarch.

In Yuma's understanding, Little An was perhaps the earliest attempt at the Primarch, and he and the later Angron only shared the same name, but could not possibly be the same person.

Such creations are of great value to a false emperor, while the death of an ordinary person like Aaron is utterly meaningless.

He knew everything about the false emperor; that hypocrite, like the gods, valued only worth, not emotion.

Chapter 410 Yage's Anthropological Observations (3K)

Aaron didn't have time to feel sorry for the pony. If Xiao An woke up, he would probably wonder if horse meat soaked in lava would taste better.

Then something even more troublesome happened.

Almost instantly, Aaron sensed the shifting emotions and unrest in the crowd.

The once tranquil lake, seemingly guided by a collective will, is now being churned into towering waves by the throwing of boulders.

It is destroying the superficial peace of human rationality.

The howling was only the first sign of fear in a living being; it was the cacophony of noises that followed, the countless chaotic sounds that could not be reconciled, that truly annoyed Aaron.

Some wanted to break the established rules and escape, while others knelt down and prayed devoutly, remembering to tidy up their previously disheveled clothes.

The religious guards remained silent, their footsteps and the sound of their spears striking the ground echoing continuously as they made their way towards each household.

The so-called spokesperson or messenger of God was dressed in holy robes, and at his feet knelt slaves whose ankles and wrists were bound by ropes.

In the direction of the volcano, the six rivers of lava that were just moments before were now simultaneously beginning to weaken and solidify.

The light and heat of molten lava should represent destruction, and only after cooling can new life be born.

But now it means the countdown to this precious peace is over. The heavenly fire will strike again, and the sacrifices buried in the river will not be enough to satisfy the desires of the demonic faces in the clouds above.

The messenger of God said:

“I have heard the divine mandate, that God is questioning us, why we have not yet offered new sacrifices. He is preparing to give us freedom, allowing us to conquer and seek the lands and possessions of other heretics.”

The envoy did his job well; at least his rhetoric did manage to calm the people in the midst of the chaos.

It seems that when people are in danger, if someone steps forward and says that they can avoid disaster, everyone will instinctively believe them.

If someone were to suddenly appear now, insisting on aligning with some realistic truth, saying that everyone facing this situation is beyond saving and should just wait to die.

He will be the first one to be killed.

Aaron returned to the edge of the donkey cart, woke up Anglon and carried him himself, while the fifth son and the large luggage on the cart were left to Marum to look after.

If necessary, you can abandon all your luggage and just carry the fifth child away.

However, Aaron still remembered to put on Angron the necromancer mask and scarab beetle that he had recently taken a liking to.

As for the fishing equipment for my elderly father? I can't remember. I don't even know where I put the first fishing rod I ever gave him.

These are all external possessions, and they can be remade later, so Aaron was quite at ease.

In a truly critical moment, he would even abandon his father.

Angron changed positions, turned around and continued to lie in Aaron's arms, resting his mouth on his brother's shoulder, and fell fast asleep.

He looked genuinely tired, probably because it was his first time traversing the future in a dream for such a long time, and he wasn't quite used to it yet.

Aaron was like that at first too.

The whole family was on high alert, and Aaron was somewhat emotional: