Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

More importantly, my brother wouldn't agree either.

Unless a psychic with the ability to wither can be found to repeatedly replicate the process of a living organism's corresponding organs withering and dying, and slow down the time scale as much as possible, it would be impossible to ensure that Xiao Pei's people could collect enough data.

No, we need to find out if the fourteenth prince has anyone like that under his command and borrow him.

Even so, at least they can solve their hair problem before they find someone.

If I can help my brother grow his hair back, it would be a good deed.

At least I won't have to worry about my nephew/niece being born bald.

He was prepared to pass the throne to his good nephew later.

Don't ask why Xiao Pei is so confident when he hasn't even taken that position yet; it can only be said that while the other brothers are busy with the Great Expedition.

Only Peturab managed to free himself from most military affairs by handing over his work to the company commander, allowing him to focus on cultivating political relationships.

He has gone far enough in this regard that he understands the empire's operation even better than the current emperor himself.

He stayed there for two days, providing some methodologies based on the Primarch's industrial achievements.

Xiao Pei wouldn't be foolish enough to point fingers at theories she doesn't understand at all, and simply copying factory construction and R&D methods, experiences, and welfare systems is already the limit.

Two days later, Peturabo's ship departed. Inside the Sun Tower, Helios watched the ship's trajectory, his resolve strengthened, and he began to practice his martial arts day and night.

A Death Guardian, Astartes, Anfion Booker, serves as his sparring partner.

Soon, Helios's wails echoed through the arena as he was repeatedly knocked away.

Although his right hand is very strong, he will be kicked away by Amphion when he can't reach the enemy.

One hundred times in a row, the result was the same.

On the 101st time, Helios finally remembered to dodge when the other person kicked him.

Judging from the frequency of his painful roars, it's unknown how many years Helios will need to hone his skills before he can get close to Neos in actual combat.

But what immortals have in abundance is time; they use their lives to accumulate experience.

It hurts so much!

The Blood God Palace is lined with staircases built of countless blood and bones, and rugged arenas are everywhere, where fierce battles take place all the time.

But these matches failed to attract even a glance from the Blood God. The humanoid figure, seated high on the brass throne and seemingly cast from molten iron armor, moved pitifully few times.

Last time, he personally beat the drum, I don't know what he was cheering for.

A glimmer of light appeared in the Blood God's vision of the entire galaxy; it was the blood and courage of the past, the challenge of the weak against the strong.

But He only glanced at it before turning his head away.

He's another guy who only mustered up his courage because he's immortal; looking back, he was a coward in the past.

If it's not an immortal being I like, I'll refuse outright.

His gaze was more focused on Sodom, on the schemes of Tzeentch and the style of Slaanesh, all for the sake of His Primarch, Khorne.

Apart from Nurgle not participating, Sodom was a gathering place for many heroes.

What's even more interesting is that the cursed one was thrown into the lava from the very beginning and didn't participate for a long time.

And so, only he remained, Angron.

The Blood God gripped the armrests of the brass throne, and crimson lines, extending from the navel of His cast armor, connected to the infant at the foot of the throne.

He must maintain a constant connection with Angron, otherwise, if He relaxes even for a moment, the history of the Butcher's Nail will be lost.

His original form will choose to perish in that instant.

Originally, it was meant to be held in the hands, but how could the Blood God tolerate his hands being unarmed and left unused for battle?

Therefore, this most basic method can be used to connect.

It's outrageous! If all the children of the cursed were like Saint Gilles, He could pick the ones He wanted even with His eyes closed.

The Blood God's golden, fiery pupils reflected the volcano's lifeblood, awaiting Angron to be cast into them.

He wanted to personally intervene and bring the child back.

If I can transform Angron, who hasn't been implanted with Butcher's Nail, into my own demonic archetype, then I might as well discard the defective product I have—it's just trash to be thrown away anywhere.

The Blood God did not rise, but a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a slightly muscular build stood coldly on the volcano of Sodom.

The Ancient Four is so powerful that it can freely enter and exit even Tzeentch's illusions.

As for the terms of the deal with Tzeentch?

It was nothing more than helping Tzeentch embolden the red pony; it was just a convenient thing for his uncle to do.

Ideally, one should be able to directly incite the pony's ambition to challenge the Lord of Change.

That takes courage too.

Two dwarves wearing glasses, Sink and Gid, appeared beside Him and hurriedly knelt down:

"Master, you are here."

When the Blood God was still one entity in the primordial chaos, his identity in the Demon Realm of Treachery was called Master. This was a deliberate arrangement by Treachery, a joke among the four ancient beings, without any malicious intent.

After all, in some civilizations, a man might be strong enough to lift a city gate and taller than most people, so he might not lack the talent of a general.

Some studies have pointed out that—

Although Nurgle is the oldest, Tzeentch was one of the first to become one of the strongest Chaos Gods before being gradually relegated to their equal status.

Khorne, on the other hand, represents the original entity of the act of sacrifice, because for the ancients, the most precious things to offer to the gods were naturally the hunted animals and the conquered enemies.

It doesn't look good to just leave the bodies lying around; it's more convenient to keep the heads separate.

Therefore, the ancientness of the fourth ancient comes from this: each chaotic deity has the most ancient characteristics, even more ancient than the authority they themselves possess.

"I hate this name."

The Master clenched his fists, his body was lifted up by two dwarfs and dressed in a long robe, but it still couldn't hide the beauty of his healthy physique. There was no visual impact from so-called muscular giants, just pure beauty.

He looked ahead at the hillside that stretched down, and there Aaron and his family had arrived.

Chapter 413 Khorne Steals Angron (3K)

The Master closed his robes, but unfortunately, he had no crown on his head.

Although he was knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times, he knew everything from painting bloodstains on one's face to wearing so-called red tassels and precious ornaments on one's head.

But these two little brats only understood headwear as olive branches and helmets, and that showing their long hair was enough.

He casually grabbed the heads of the two dwarves, Sink and Gid, tore them off, and played with them in his hand.

Angron was the first to jump up and saw two headless dwarf corpses kneeling on the ground.

"I didn't see this person when Dad was thrown down there. Are you the god Sodom worships?"

Xiao An jumped off the donkey cart, put one hand on his hip, and pointed at the teacher in front of him with the other.

The man just grinned menacingly: "I'm your father!"

These words startled Xiao An, who quickly opened her eyes wide to look carefully.

No, his father didn't have the habit of holding a dwarf's head in his hand and spinning it around.

Moreover, even if Dad is resurrected after being thrown into the lava, his clothes will not be found within the vicinity of the volcano.

Where can one still wear a proper long robe?

It's a miracle he didn't stand on the crater and urinate in it.

Just then, Aaron and Marum arrived. Marum steadied the donkey cart, came to Aaron, and released himself from his Space Marine stance, saying warily:

“This person is dangerous. Even when being stared at by the Great Demon, I never felt this kind of pressure.”

"Hooooo——"

Angron also made a threatening gesture, raising his hands and baring his teeth, trying to scare the wild man who claimed to be his father.

Aaron didn't feel any pressure; he was just an ordinary middle-aged man with long hair.

At least her long hair would make her father envious, and it was very neatly styled, with no stray hairs and quite smooth.

Even Aaron himself was envious, let alone the old man.

Upon reaching this point, he released his grip, allowing Ipra to scatter and flee. However, as he ran backward, the religious guards blocked his path down the mountain.

Even if no one throws him in, the environment at the top of the volcano is unbearable for him to stay there for long, and he will die there sooner or later.

Having failed to escape, Ipra could only return to Aaron's family. Upon seeing the man standing among the headless corpses of the dwarves, he was so frightened that he hid behind the donkey cart, too afraid to move.

Instead, they were powerless to look at the blue-armored giant guarding the front of the group, because the long-haired man was even more terrifying, instantly taking over the vision of any mortal life.

Even Marum's wariness and Angron's breath on him are manifestations of this power.

The presence of the Four Gods attracts the attention of all.

Only the fifth brother and Aaron didn't seem to notice anything. The fifth brother even thought about using his hooves to dig through the accumulated volcanic ash on the ground to see if he could find some edible crops.

The Master clasped his arms together, his wide sleeves covering his front, and said:

"Offering is called sacrifice, and performing the offering is called ritual. You are the offerings that have reached the highest point, and the sacrifice must be performed in accordance with ritual."

Angron, not forgetting to ask with curiosity, "Etiquette?"

The Master nodded: "Indeed, it is an act used to distinguish oneself from ordinary life, to separate cognition from the divine. Once the divine approves, blessings will naturally descend and wishes will be fulfilled."

Angron became interested and rattled off a whole bunch of things:

"Is it singing and dancing? I've only ever seen the temple on my mother's side put a bull's head on a plate, and then everyone would sing and dance together."

"Unfortunately, the food on the plates couldn't be eaten. Only my father dared to steal some. He said he was a god, and the food was offered to him anyway. But I've never seen my father fulfill any of the wishes people made during the sacrifices."

The Master's hand clenched tightly within his sleeve. That's how it is; your father is such a scoundrel and despicable man!

Taking someone else's things and not doing any work—that's punishable by death!

“Further words are useless,” the Master said coldly. “Jump down, and this city will be saved.”

Anglong shouted, "Alright!" and was about to jump into the crater when Marum grabbed him and threw him back onto the donkey cart.

Aaron flicked An on the head: