Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anglong swallowed hard, only to be slapped on the head by Anda:

"What are you thinking about?"

Xiao An hugged her head, looking somewhat aggrieved, and whispered:

"I'm hungry. When I see that bear head, it reminds me of the taste of bear paws, sob sob sob."

Anda said angrily, "Go and eat two of the cakes you made first. We'll eat after we finish building the house."

He used his psionic energy to dry Athena's water and clothes, saving him the trouble of doing it himself.

"I don't know what happened to this woman, she's so unlucky."

"He has indeed gained a lot of weight, but his body doesn't look fat. Could it be that his soul has become heavier?"

The old man muttered to himself, tested his breathing for a while, and then concluded:

“She’s really dead now, and it looks like she won’t be coming back to life anytime soon. Let’s just bury her. There’s no need to let a dead person occupy our living bed. This bearskin bed was specially prepared for me.”

Aaron couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him outside. Since no one had figured out what was wrong, there was no point in staying here.

Once outside, Aaron asked:

"Father, have you immortals ever encountered a similar situation before?"

Anda found a corner outside the house, sat down, and stretched his legs out:

"I've never seen anyone die like this before. But similar cases do seem to exist, like your Uncle Hades."

"He is indeed quite heavy when he is asleep."

Since we couldn't find the problem anywhere, we could only build houses and eat first.

There wasn't a whole bearskin to use as a bed in the back room, so they used whatever they could find.

However, cooking dinner is indeed one of the few heartwarming moments for the family.

There's so much food accumulated along the way, and with the weather getting colder, preservation isn't a problem.

Anda only gave Xiao An some things to study, and left the rest to Aaron and Marum.

After all, we don't have to eat every single bite of food in a bland way; let's eat something better.

Before long, the family sat down peacefully in front of the wooden table that had recently been a coffin board and had now been transformed into a dining table.

The fifth brother went to bed early; it was freezing cold here, so he went to sleep in the thatched hut.

Koz's little hand has not been seen since it was thrown into the volcano with the old man.

However, none of the family took it seriously. The old man said that the hand hadn't encountered any trouble and was wandering around somewhere, so there was no need to worry about its safety.

The table in front of me is filled with all kinds of food, some flying in the sky, some swimming in the water, some crawling on the ground, some extinct and some yet to be created, which can be considered another kind of harmonious world of life.

“Hmph, Poseidon should really try these things with us, he would love them.”

Adachi delivered his hellish pre-meal speech, and surprisingly didn't rush to start eating:

"By the way, according to Marum's observation, it's already a new year, Aaron. You've come of age. Your father has a gift for you."

He pointed to the sky and casually mentioned the Milky Way: "There is a star in the sky that belongs to you. When someone observes this star, they will hear the words 'Given to my son.'"

Aaron didn't express any particular emotion, only saying thank you.

Anyway, he knew the old man had no artistic talent, so at least he thought of not using things from this planet as gifts, which was already quite good.

Marum fiddled with his fingers, indicating that the master was pointing in the wrong direction; that was Polaris, and Pluto was on the other side.

"I don't care, the spell has already been cast. Consider it as me giving Aaron Polaris as well. It's just a few stars, give me more, so the aliens don't think we humans can't afford to give them away. One for each of us!"

The old man said that, but there was no sign of any change in his spiritual energy; it was just bragging.

Aaron looked up at the stars and knew that the sky was not as beautiful as humans imagined; many powerful alien races inhabited it.

If we could clear away the entire universe and leave only the Earth, the Sun, and the Moon, it would be so much more important for the three of us to live our lives peacefully.

Aaron felt a chill; how had he started to think like his father again?

"Let's eat first, and then we can talk about how long we're going to stay here. My initial plan was to see the polar night and the aurora borealis, learn about the local biodiversity, and then head south in a loop."

Aaron began to make arrangements for his family's future work, since he couldn't expect this pig, who only knew how to eat, to have any opinions.

Anda began to eat, and in the midst of his busy eating, he lifted his face from the bowl and casually said:

"You can make the arrangements. Anyway, there are only a few of us here, so we're not afraid of being corrupted by demons. We don't have to be as worried as we were in the previous places."

The previous times weren't exactly about saving the world; they were just coincidences, and it wouldn't be right not to lend a hand.

This time, our family has come straight to this deserted place. Let's see what trouble you demons can cause now.

Aaron took two empty bowls, picked out a little of each, and placed them next to Anglon.

Aside from what was left for the Hand of Coz, there was also what, at Anglon's request, to be sent to Omega for the Astartes of Little Anglon to eat.

He even somewhat agreed with his father's words: if their family always encountered trouble wherever they went, now that they were in a remote and deserted place, there shouldn't be any problems.

Oh, except that the fact that their aunt's body is now lying in their bedroom sounds rather eerie.

After quickly finishing their meal, the group was finally able to lie down and rest in a house on land. Fortunately, there were enough rooms to accommodate all of them.

Tonight, Angron will sleep with his brother so that he can deliver the food.

Anda also abandoned the idea of ​​finding a place to dispose of Athena's body, and went into a random room to lie down and fall into a deep sleep.

Only Marum dutifully set up the security equipment around the area before returning to his room to rest.

This time, perhaps there really won't be any external pollution, and they can finally enjoy a good time sightseeing.

More than 30,000 years later, on an alien battlefield.

This is one of the countless front-line battlefields during the Great Crusade, where the mighty World Eaters descended from orbit, instantly helping the Imperial army push back the battle lines.

Strangely, in the past, these hideous aliens were either burned or disposed of in a concentrated manner.

Especially after the arrival of the Astartes, no one was spared; for the Empire's enemies, only death signified the arrival of peace.

Today is different. The Devourers actually asked to leave a few alive and with intact corpses for other uses.

The imperial army dared not delay, and took in the few remaining enemy soldiers and sent them to the World Eaters' temporary camp.

They had no authority to know what these Astartes needed the enemy's body for; they could only guess that it might have another purpose, perhaps needing to extract some valuable resources from the alien's body.

But what does the smoke rising from the camp mean?

Chapter 432 The World Eater's Cooking Crew (3K)

In addition to the well-known companies, Astartes also typically had many temporary special formations to meet various combat needs.

Some combat squads and Primarch Royal Guards are just the more common ones.

Many legions also establish special formations based on the customs of their home planet.

Some simply adopted the naming conventions of their home planet for their company.

Today, what has been established in this temporary camp is one of the special units of the Devourers: the cooking squad.

It was probably this term; the Devourers spent some time finding this organization.

It's important to understand that even ordinary armies rarely maintain this organizational structure, since people either don't survive long enough to eat their next meal, or they mostly rely on canned food for marching, and are content as long as they have something to eat.

In the logo design, the tomahawk or chainsaw sword form has been replaced with a kitchen knife or knife and fork, and the background is a red pot.

Spartacus was appointed as the head cook.

"There's a lot of talk in the Eighth Company. They're all discussing why the Primarch's personal guards were demoted. According to the traditions of ordinary people, it's a great disgrace for a soldier to be assigned to a logistics position."

Baldr was one of the few bald among the World Eaters. He was transferred from the Third Company, but he was good at gathering intelligence and rumors.

He was squatting next to Sparta, helping to figure out how to skin the alien in front of them and find edible meat.

Sparta sneered:

"Do you think fighting and killing will make us anything? This is Father's order. Even if I have to spend my whole life cleaning on the warship and watching you board and charge, I'd be happy to do it, let alone go to the mess hall!"

He quickened the pace of sharpening his knife, finally choosing a spot and beginning to cut.

A painful scream came from beneath the blade, prompting Baldr to hurriedly say:

"No, you're going to cut me alive!"

Sparta asked in confusion:

"Don't you know what you're saying? These are aliens! They're the enemy! Go outside and ask those men from the Eighth Company if what they did on the battlefield was any different from what I'm doing now."

Baldr hesitated for a moment, then asked with concern:

"Brother, did you offend your father or do something to displease him? You can't let yourself lose your mind and become delirious."

As he said these words, he also helped by reaching out to tear off pieces of meat, breaking off those oddly shaped things that he wasn't sure if they were edible.

Sparta scoffed:

"How could that be? To put it bluntly, the guards are all my father's favorite soldiers. Back when I was selected, their Eighth Company was probably still training in some remote mountain valley."

Baldr feigned a complaint:

"The Eighth Company is currently riding high, with countless battle achievements, so let's not argue with them. As long as I know that you didn't make a mistake and were demoted, that's enough."

Sparta pulled out the alien organ from the body and arranged it neatly, laughing:

"I know what you're thinking. Are you worried that if you stay with me in this mess hall, you'll never have a chance to make a name for yourself and will have to burn firewood and cook for me for the rest of your life?"

He began washing the ingredients, a mysterious smile on his face:

"Let me tell you something: this was really something my father personally asked me to build. He took this very seriously. You know that's good."

He had barely finished speaking when he heard a loud noise coming from outside.

The Astartes of the Eighth Company are rapidly forming ranks.

The Primarch has graced us with his presence.

"The results of this battle were fruitful, and no one was injured or killed. At this rate, we will soon be able to level the entire sector."

Kahn followed closely behind his father, reporting on the results of the battle.

He was the first Warhound to encounter the Primarch beneath the throne, and successfully lured him out, becoming the commander of the Legion.