Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"That piece of trash can actually be treated like the sun. In the past, someone could extinguish his spiritual energy by just throwing a basin of water on him."

Aaron, however, looked at his father's amused expression and said with displeasure:

"Why don't you care about Xiao Mo at all? Don't you even ask about him?"

Anda leaned back in his chair, put his legs up on the table, and said seriously:

"When I designed the Primarchs, their latent abilities were enough to handle most of the crises in the galaxy. He's already so old, does he still need me to worry about him?"

"Moreover, with Helios there now, there's a comparison. When the fourteenth prince sees him, he thinks, 'Hey, this good-for-nothing is even more good-for-nothing than me,' he immediately gains confidence."

Aaron could hear the personal emotion in his father's tone. Sigh, he's a father after all; he has to mind his own business when there's a problem.

Instead of getting angry with her son.

He remembered the time in Thebes when his father dreamt of shouting Mortarian, and after waking up, he fell seriously ill. Because of this, he had to take care of his father and was unable to join the theater troupe in Thebes.

Good clue! Xiao Mo might possess a power capable of harming this old man!

"However, when you interact with that kid Xiao Mo in the future, give him more work to do and let him show off a bit."

Anda added something out of the blue, then turned his head to focus on asking Angron if the meal was ready.

Aaron sighed, "That old man, he could have easily improved the relationship himself."

However, Aaron also knew that this was asking too much of him.

After all, it was my father from 30,000 years in the future who caused this trouble; my father now hasn't done those outrageous things yet.

This family still needs to be maintained by ourselves.

Anda called out to Xiao An a few times but received no response, so he went over to check on him; Xiao An was extremely hungry.

After the tug-of-war with the Blood God, he felt an urge to pounce on Lao Wu and take a few bites.

At the time, laziness triumphed over hunger, preventing him from taking any drastic action. But after sleeping on the ray for a night and waking up, he simply couldn't bear it any longer.

They went to the kitchen and saw no sign of Anglong.

Marum intervened in the ship's monitoring and saw Angron gazing at the deep sea in the distance from the side porthole.

Anda got angry and ran over to kick Xiao An in the butt:

"I asked you to cook, and you ran out to look at the sea? What's so interesting about the sea? It's not like we're looking at the stars."

Xiao An jumped up and hurriedly said:

"No, Dad, I just saw something in the distance, probably a very, very big fish. I was thinking, I've never seen anything like it before, could we catch it, or even just cut off a small piece of meat so we could taste it?"

When the topic turned to food, Anda finally calmed down and wasn't so angry anymore. He leaned close to Xiao An and asked:

"Where is it! Where is it!"

For most of history, regardless of whether deep-sea fish were ugly or tasted good, they were at least very expensive.

After all, the enormous difficulty in obtaining it is one of the sources of its value.

Anglong's eyes widened, almost touching the glass, and he pointed in a direction, shouting loudly:

"There it is! Dad, hurry and catch it for me!"

Anda shook his head and moved around several times before finally finding the big fish that Anglong had mentioned.

He hesitated, pondering for a long time, but even with his mind at the pinnacle of human intelligence, he couldn't figure out what this thing was.

There are no whales that big in Beihai, and besides, this thing doesn't even look like a whale.

Based on initial observations, it does not have the body structure to instantly burst into swimming and hunt, so the meat must not be very chewy.

However, this large marine species has a well-known product: the oil inside its body is called ambergris.

It contains glycerin, which can be used to make explosives.

Anda was already taking off his clothes, and it looked like he was about to smash the glass in front of him and rush into the sea.

Marum, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the master by the waist and rushed towards the detention room.

Before long, the family saw Anda reach out to sea and wave to them from the other side of the porthole.

Aaron turned to the side, somewhat unable to bear the sight of that old man—

Before he could even mentally complain, he heard Anglong hurriedly shout;

"Brother, Uncle, Dad's gone mad!"

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked up and saw that the monstrous old thing had exploded into a pile of fluffy material. The skin that hadn't been shattered was barely held up by the bones, bent at a terrible angle, and floated around like a human skin kite.

It seems the old thing couldn't control the pressure balance between its internal and external parts for a moment, and was crushed by the seawater.

No matter, the mixture of flesh and bones soon began to move again, stubbornly drifting towards the direction where the big fish had been discovered.

Anglong didn't feel sorry for her; instead, he sighed and said:

"Brother, look! There are so many little fish following Daddy's direction! Is Daddy a princess in a fairy tale with bees and butterflies following her?"

The saying goes, "When a whale falls, all things come to life."

When Anda died, the fish came.

A large group of small carnivorous fish gathered together. They were all strangely shaped, but they all had one thing in common: their ferocious mouths.

Some small fish even swam into the intestines that spilled out of Anda's ripped belly, and some unlucky ones couldn't get out after swimming in.

I wonder if Adachi will eat in this way after he is fully revived?

Chapter 427 State Religion Secrets: The Issue of Emperor Diapers (3K)

The family crouched on the edge of the porthole, watching intently as the father's remains drifted away.

After a long while, Anglong asked curiously:

"Uncle, is the ray still functioning normally?"

Marum nodded, indicating that the ray would remain in a state of navigation unless it went ashore to rest.

Xiao An mumbled and poked her cheek:

“That’s it, we’ve sailed so far away now. Even if Dad is resurrected, he might not be able to catch up. He used to say that humans can only swim one-seventh as fast as sharks.”

None of the three people on the boat thought of stopping the boat.

In the end, Aaron made the decision:

"Let's not wait any longer, he'll find it himself. Let's try to get some seasonings and see how Xiao An can use them."

Strangely enough, at first I thought that Xiao An's food was tasteless because Anglong hadn't added any seasonings.

However, even in situations where it was already in use, the odorless state could not be masked, and the reason remains unknown.

Neither of the other two objected to the decision. Even Xiao An, who had previously been concerned about her father, felt that the most urgent task was to help her food have flavor.

The three of them walked back to the kitchen. Anglong held his brother's hand and asked if he could send more of the food he made to Omega in the future.

When he and the youngest brother switched places, they saw the Devourers.

I'm not even old enough to be a father, yet I have a whole bunch of genetic offspring. The connection that comes from genetic seeds is truly amazing.

Xiao An felt an urge to feed them all the food she had made since she was a child!

Aaron said it was just a small favor; how much hair could a little food and drink possibly burn off for the old man?

Ideally, you'd be bald like me, which would save you the trouble of washing your hair.

More than 40,000 years later, the Holy Terra.

In the vast and complex bureaucracy of the empire, archaeology is not a lucrative field, mainly because the discoveries made by many departments are not included in their performance evaluations.

Not to mention, with the war raging, the Empire could tacitly allow the Mechanicus to dig everywhere. As a result, the true archaeological departments were reduced to merely maintaining historical records from the past ten thousand years.

What archaeologist in the world is only responsible for the past ten thousand years of history?

Henry thought to himself, and with great effort closed the book that was taller than a person in front of him.

He had just seen off a court clerk who seemed to have a device on his back that only made "clicking" sounds, who repeatedly claimed that he had no tales of Ohm and Messiah.

Henry truly had no access to the history before the establishment of the empire; it was all controlled by the state church.

The citizens of the Empire don't even know how many original beings there are in total.

Thump! Thump—

Heavy footsteps echoed from the front of the somewhat old but still relatively clean lobby.

An Astartes walked in.

Henry slumped into his chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

He was almost scared to death when that scribe came in wearing the robes of the court.

Now, only one Astartes has entered; at least he is not qualified to become a victim of these super soldiers' guns.

It's mainly not worth it.

His mind was still racing. If every life was the currency of the empire, then his life was clearly worth less than a bullet from a dynamite gun.

Henry jumped up in a panic when the figure in the power armor had already appeared at the door of the reception room.

He had almost forgotten one thing: he was to kneel before these imperial angels.

"Your Excellency, Henry Mephistopheles, Receptionist of the Third Archaeological Division, pays you his highest respects. May Your Majesty's sword forever guide you toward your enemies."

He hurriedly completed the set of formalities, not daring to look up to discern which warband the newcomer was a Space Marine from.

"Black Sanctuary, Euan Zog."

"Compile a record for me regarding the Primarch Vokhan during the War of the Beasts."

A emotionless voice came from the helmet. How could a Space Marine be willing to introduce himself before speaking?

Even a brief chapter name and personal name would be enough to make Henry feel honored.

The young man was excited and unable to contain himself. He was proud to know the name of an Emperor Angel, and he immediately got up and rushed to the bookshelf.

The use of many electronic storage media is subject to higher-level regulation, and due to some long-standing traditions, much information is still recorded in books.

Moreover, it contradicts the natural trend that civilization should become more convenient and accessible as it develops.