Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This kid is really reckless; he actually tried to scoop up the food that was thrown in with his bare hands.

Ke'er, at least coat it with a layer of mud before putting it in to heat it.

The stuff thrown in now is practically indistinguishable from burnt charcoal; how can anyone eat this!

In a moment, this unfilial son will come over and stuff these dark, unremarkable stones into his mouth. Alas, what a tragedy.

Aaron was busy packing his luggage, as they were witnessing the apocalyptic collapse of a fantasy world.

Having witnessed many grand scenes, Aaron was no longer emotionally affected, especially since the heavenly fire was brought about by his father, which further dampened his interest.

"By the way, Father, what does it feel like after death? Have you found the root of this illusion?"

Aaron was more concerned about this question. The interval between his father's death and resurrection was too long, and he was curious about what people see after they die.

Anda's throwing of the Heavenly Fire was incredibly casual; he casually remarked:

"It's nothing. Back then, all that was left on the donkey cart was some skin and bones. It would have been too embarrassing to revive here. If that thing hadn't been threatening you, I wouldn't have even bothered to show my face."

Well, that aligns perfectly with my father's thinking.

Before long, Angron came running down the volcano with a pot of strange, charred food in his arms. He was so fast that he didn't have to worry about rolling down in a heap.

"Dad, let's make some volcano-grilled jerky for the road!"

Xiao An proudly displays her new work.

Anda's lips twitched. He had just been resurrected and hadn't even had a sip of water yet, and now he was going to eat this stuff? It was too much of a headache.

Looking back, they saw that Sodom was almost completely destroyed, so they decided to call it a day and head back to Ray to continue their journey in the North Sea.

As for the illusionary trials here?

It's alright, the goal has been achieved.

Now that the little brat Yu Ma's Dao Heart has been shattered once again, he probably won't be causing trouble for a long time, and they can have some peace and quiet for a while.

When Anda naturally lay down in the most spacious spot on the donkey cart, the celestial illusion shattered, and they gradually found themselves on the real landscape of Shetland Island.

He discovered that the donkey cart had never moved from the beginning.

The dwarves on the side were still there, but they had all fallen unconscious, and the Tzeentch demons that had been possessing them had been defeated and gone.

Since they don't have that furnace and can't reproduce, they'll just stay here as a strange legend.

It will disappear on its own in a thousand or two thousand years.

No, why would the Lord of Humanity care about these short people? How are they going to get back to the seaside if the donkey cart doesn't move?

At this moment, the family stared at each other in disbelief, realizing that the donkey cart's real power actually came from Marum, not the fifth son.

The fifth brother could only run for a short while when carrying Angron; when Aaron rode on him, he would only move slowly.

Asking it to take its family and luggage back to the beach is simply asking the impossible.

Anglong sat on his father's chest, pulling at Anda's mouth:

"Dad, where did Uncle Marum go?!"

Anda quickly calculated with his fingers, then slapped the donkey cart:

"I thought we were done cleaning up, but it turns out we're the only ones who've finished. The battle ahead isn't over yet. But it's not a big problem. As long as Marum remains loyal to my future self, he'll definitely be able to come back."

Anyway, the one who should be worried right now is Black King, what does it have to do with Anda Weir?

Aaron couldn't help but complain, "If you continue to get involved, Marum might actually betray you. After all, he's loyal to that perfect human emperor, not you."

Adachi showed absolutely no shame or remorse.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who made him the butler, not the future emperor. Don't you know how many Astartes will crave such an opportunity in the future? Maybe your Uncle Ma is even enjoying it. He looked so devout when he scrubbed my back."

"Alright, let me check the time. It'll probably be a few more hours, or it might already be over and left somewhere else. Let's head back to the Ray first."

After saying these words, the old father remained motionless, his eyes fixed on Anglong.

Xiao An asked in confusion:

"Dad, why are you looking at me like that?"

Anda chuckled and tossed Anglong off the donkey cart:

“Xiao An, you’re the strongest person in the family right now, so naturally only you can pull this cart. We can’t let your bedridden father and your beloved brother pull the cart, can we?”

Aaron clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the old man right now.

He jumped off the carriage, picked up Anglong, untied the fifth brother's reins, and led the runaway donkey toward the sea.

Without turning his head, he left the old man alone lying on the donkey cart.

"You just wait here for someone to fall from the sky and pull your cart!"

Xiao An was placed on Lao Wu's back and said regretfully:

"Brother, our luggage is still in the car. But it's okay, the food I cooked with the volcano is still there, so Dad won't starve if he's left in there alone."

Chapter 422 Feudal Princes Must Not Enter the Capital Without an Summon (3K)

As Aaron glimpsed a corner of the coastline through the increasingly sparse forest, and could already feel the sea breeze blowing against his face through the gaps, he suddenly heard the sound of a donkey cart turning behind him.

He was filled with relief, thinking that his old father had finally come to his senses and had pulled the donkey cart to catch up.

But when he looked back, he saw Marum, who had already turned into human form, pulling the cart, with the old man lying comfortably on it.

When he reached his sons, Anda straightened up, leaning against his luggage, his face full of disdain:

"I thought about it for a bit, and figured that whatever the future outcome might be, it wouldn't affect the past too much, so I just looked around. As a prop in the competition, Marum's freedom in our time doesn't matter until the competition is over."

He spoke in obscure and incomprehensible words, but the gist was that Marum was saved and that he had a butler to take care of him.

Aaron sighed deeply, picked up Angron, and placed him in Marum's arms:

"Never mind him, let's go back to Ray first and let him pull the cart back himself."

As the steward, Marum had to obey the master's orders, and naturally, he also had to obey Aaron's orders.

To be honest, he didn't realize what was happening at all. When he was being beaten by the teacher, he was being possessed by the master, and the pain was felt by the master, not by him.

Marum, who was being pulled around by the two gods as if he were blue (Slaanesh's note), only knew that his vision blurred and when he woke up again, he was already in the master's arms and was being forced down to pull the cart.

Now that Aaron had spoken, he took the opportunity to carry Angron and follow behind him toward the sea.

Master? Throw it away.

The family left coldly and heartlessly; it is the one who is abandoned who is unloved.

Seeing this, Anda became increasingly angry, and in a fit of rage, he lay down on the donkey cart, turned over, and continued to sleep!

He refused to believe that his two sons would completely disregard their father.

They will definitely come back to find me at night!

Unfortunately, for some reason, there shouldn't be any mosquitoes in the coastal forests of this area.

At that moment, a large number of mosquitoes with fierce mouthparts appeared, buzzing and swirling towards Anda, biting him so badly that he couldn't stand it.

He then jumped off the cart, his hair shimmering with golden light, and carried the donkey cart toward the coast.

"My son, wait for me!"

More than 30,000 years later, the sacred Terra Starport.

Dorn was about to depart for Pluto to check the operation of the solar system's defense system and whether it could detect enemy invasions from all directions as soon as possible.

He will not need to return to Holy Terra for the next three stellar years.

Or rather, for the next period of time, there will be no Primarchs in Holy Terra; they will all be assigned by the Emperor to perform their duties and will not be disturbed.

It seems that the secret beneath the golden throne described by Omega and Coz has entered its final sealing stage.

Your Majesty must devote all your energy to this matter.

But what does this have to do with preventing all Primarchs from returning to Terra within three years?

Could it be that the warp gap beneath the throne will have some terrible effect on the Primarch in the final stages?

Or should I grow an extra hand like Kurtz, or—

Dorn didn't think much of it; he didn't have as much imagination as his other brothers.

Because the living environment of his home planet requires Dorn to be realistic in everything he does, avoiding fantasy and unfounded speculation.

He simply moved his body, enjoying the long-lost ease of not having to wear a full set of power armor.

My wrists were a little sore from helping Omega copy the intelligence data he left behind. Omega insisted that I not use any electronic recorders, but instead write it down by hand to go through the past again.

They said it would be useful later, and this is also why Dorn just thought of Under the Throne.

It is said that all of these accounts were given by Guilliman himself, and were their firsthand sources for investigating his father's secrets.

After this busy period, doing some inspection work recently can be considered a vacation.

However, the brothers on the front lines, who were the main force of the expedition, were more hardworking. Although I was left behind in the rear with heavy responsibilities, I didn't really encounter any danger.

Dorn was not one to underestimate himself. He knew that before defense work had been truly tested, any arrangement he thought was perfect could become the most fatal flaw when that moment came.

For example, he would sometimes speculate that Guilliman's strategy, which went beyond what people expected of him, would be enough to cripple Terra.

How many brothers would like to come?

Even Guilliman's oral account describes how his father worried about how he would cope with the situation when half of his brothers had rebelled.

But why would half of the brothers betray them?

This empire has a valuable niche that the Primarchs are vying for—and the Primarchs are already second only to the Primarchs in the empire's ecosystem.

Dorn felt a chill run down his spine, and in a flash, the thought of the throne popped into his mind.

Yes, this is the only thing the Primarchs achieved on their path to glory after the Great Crusade.

He himself had no such thought, because Dorn instinctively felt that His Majesty was not a good person, whether it was Anda more than 30,000 years ago or the current emperor.

But there will always be brothers who have their own ideas.

For example, Peturabo.

Dorn remained silent, only then realizing that his brother's ambition to compete for the throne had been obvious for many years.