Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's not about pulling the little hand down, but about hoping the little hand will rescue them from the maze.

The little hand struggled to pull outwards, as if rescuing a drowning person. The other person cooperated, not struggling or exerting any effort, to avoid wasting the little hand's strength.

The little hands were really struggling to hold on, partly because the other person was too heavy, supporting what looked like a mesmerizing maze of galaxies.

He even had to put effort into navigating the mazes while being pulled, lest he stumble onto the wrong path or pull in the wrong direction, in which case no one but his brother and father could rescue them.

"Nios's child? Seemingly bound by fate his entire life—"

The owner of those cool eyes finally spoke, "However, this time, you seem to see a bright future. But don't make choices based on preconceived expectations; we should follow our own hearts."

"This power is temporarily yours to use."

The figure in front of them finally came into full view. It was a beautiful woman with masculine features. Her short, neat gray hair gradually turned into a blue that represented wisdom, and she handed over the fading dust of the night to her small hands.

So much so that a pair of bat wings grew out from behind that little hand, no longer a psionic disguise, but a genuine physical entity.

With its greatly increased strength, the little hand flapped its wings violently, finally pulling the figure in front of it out of the maze.

But they cannot let go. If the connection between them is severed, those dazzling and mysterious places will attack again and overwhelm the person.

In reality, Koz found herself growing on the back of the corpse, at the wrist joint, with two tiny, adorable wings.

Hopefully, if Xiao An sees this, she won't have any thoughts about tasting it.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Anda, who had been woken up by the noise, sat up in bed cursing and carefully covered his head, thinking he was sleeping in a coffin and worried about hitting his head.

"What's all the noise outside!"

He shouted blankly, but no one responded. He could only wrap himself in a blanket and walk out. It was getting cold, and he was old. There was nothing he could do. Old people get cold easily.

Upon arriving at Athena's morgue, seeing that the young woman had risen from the dead, he was overjoyed and hurriedly said:

“My sister, you have come back to life! I thought you were really dead. This frightens the rest of us immortals, who fear that one day we will suffer the same fate as you.”

He ignored Angron, who was panting, and went straight to Athena's side, his expression sincere:

"Get to the next room right now, this bearskin bed is for me. You were dead before, so I'll respect the dead and not hold it against you. But now that you're alive, you'd better listen to your master's orders!"

That old man really doesn't let anyone take advantage of him, let alone now that Aaron hasn't woken up yet, he's rushing to reclaim his territory.

He's not some decadent lion, he's a proud wolf king!

After saying all this, he rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that Athena in front of him had a tumor on her neck—no, it was a hand.

This hand really looks like a hand—damn, that's my son's hand!

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed Athena by the neck, shaking her violently.

What did you do to my son?!

Athena only took a little time to adjust to the feeling of returning to her body. The shaking of her head did not prevent her from instantly casting her psionic chains, binding Anda tightly and throwing him to the ground.

"I was attacked. That thing took over my location and imitated my appearance. I was banished during this time and therefore cannot wake up."

She was clear-headed enough to explain the whole story first; if Erda had encountered this situation, she would already be tearing someone apart.

Trapped in chains, Anda writhed like a maggot, struggling to crawl away, and even managed to provoke him by asking:

"Is he really just unable to wake up, or is he completely dead?"

Athena, too lazy to say more, simply sat back down on the edge of the bed and said calmly:

"Have your son come over."

Anglong immediately jumped onto the bed and obediently greeted, "Good evening, Auntie."

Then he started breathing on Koz's little hands again, not forgetting to ask:

"Auntie, Dad said you died, and you said someone else took your place, so how did you wake up now?"

He was so well-behaved and cute when he was with his aunt. He would habitually snuggle into her arms and never forget to reach out and tease the extra hand that had grown on his aunt's left shoulder.

That wretched Koz! To avoid being caught by him, he actually chose to grow onto his aunt's body! Why is he so afraid of his own brother? I'm not going to eat you!

Athena hugged Angron and subconsciously pinched his face. Even if this child doesn't grow up to be fat, he's bound to have a round face.

The good aunt thought to herself and began to explain;

"This hand helped me find my place again, allowing me to escape that maze and return to reality. Once this hand leaves, I will sink back into it. I can only be free if I can find the entity that has taken my place and force it to leave."

Xiao An didn't understand much, only that a big bad guy had taken his aunt's place.

Then she gritted her teeth and said, "Auntie, can you find where that big bad guy is? I'm going to kill him right now!"

Anda had more on his mind; as expected of the head of the family, he cared more about his son. He spent some time breaking free of his chains, got up, and said:

"Well, my son's timeline might not be the same, you know? The one you're carrying is already an adult. Men and women shouldn't be too close, especially since you're his aunt."

Will the original person get married?

Anda wasn't sure; aside from the political marriage arranged by the third son, none of his other sons seemed to have any such intentions. Even the rumors about the thirteenth son were just gossip.

Koz is a mentally ill kid, probably connected to his brother Aaron, and he likes to do bizarre things.

His brother also knew how to restrain himself, which was explained as a common psychological activity among teenagers.

The Coz in front of us—

He worried that Athena would wake up in the middle of the night to find this little hand peeling her scalp.

Chapter 437 Erda Almost Became the Scapegoat (3K)

Athena asked in confusion:

"For us immortals, isn't seniority the most chaotic and meaningless thing? Father."

That little brat Neos orchestrated a father-son show back then, making many of their brothers and sisters have to call him "Dad."

Now they're focusing on seniority issues instead, which is a real waste of their time.

She, Athena, wasn't so pedantic. Besides, this was her own nephew, who only had one hand but no eyes or ears. What was there to worry about?

Anda had already gotten up from the ground; those chains could only keep him in a state of shackles for a few minutes, and were not worth mentioning.

The old man asked with concern:

“My main concern is marriage. Look at my sons, they’re all good-for-nothings, and they’re not even human. They’re all bastards like us.”

The air grew colder, and a dangerous glint appeared in Athena's eyes.

The old man hurriedly changed his words:

“What I mean is, birds of a feather flock together. Just like how it’s hard for us to form relationships with ordinary people, I’m worried that my sons’ impressions of the opposite sex will only be you aunts. If that happens, you’ll really start calling me Dad.”

Athena's psychic energy materialized into a slap, pinning Adachi back to the ground:

“Sometimes I really wonder if Erda damaged your brain. I saw her hit your eye socket with a wooden stake. I thought it was domestic violence, but after you came back to life, you said it was married life.”

"Xiao An, remember this: don't listen to everything your father says. If you don't understand something, just ignore it, understand? By the way, what's this called?"

Xiao An nodded in agreement and replied:

“There are more than twenty of us brothers. He is the eighth oldest, named Conrad Coates, and I am the twelfth.”

Athena reached out and touched Koz's little hand, and asked:

"Did you understand what your aunt just said?"

The little girl extended her thumb as if to nod her head, indicating that she understood.

Athena looked at Anda and sneered, "See? Your son is much more sensible than you."

With great difficulty, Anda lifted his hand, grabbed the foot of the bed, and used the leverage to jump up, a surge of anger rising in his chest.

"You don't understand. You don't know what kind of ideas humans will have in the future. I know the entire process of human development from birth to reaching the stars, and I've seen countless bizarre things."

"What if one of my sons goes crazy and starts pursuing your generation?"

Athena could only sigh at how peculiar the old father's concerns were; he didn't seem to think about how to improve their living standards and set a good example for his children.

If our minds are filled with these thoughts every day, can't humans have any noble sentiments or lofty aspirations?

Anda knew he couldn't explain his concerns in a short time. He was well aware that when his sons got into trouble in the future, each one would be more troublesome than the last.

Ultimately, it all came down to him not being able to get over his anger, which turned him into a madman. After his outburst, he didn't dare come back, kneel before him, and admit he was wrong.

Wait, that's not quite right. Angron's intelligence is negligible. Did Koz really give up in the end?

Anda shuddered and threw these terrifying visions of the future into the mental trash can.

He took the initiative to steer the conversation back on track, saying:

"Now let's talk about it. That old codger has taken over your position. What does he want to do with your identity?"

As Anda spoke, he winked at Anglong, signaling him to bring him a chair.

Unfortunately, Xiao An was busy in Athena's arms, trying to outwit Koz's little hand, and didn't see his father's gaze at all.

Anda had to move a chair over herself, and didn't forget to peek into Aaron's room:

"Sigh, I'm sleeping like a pig. This family really still depends on me."

Adachi sat down, crossed his legs, and, trying to muster his courage, asked:

“You haven’t offended anyone recently, and I don’t remember you being as universally disliked as my husband and I.”

Athena raised an eyebrow and smiled, a hint of amusement appearing on her icy expression:

"You actually knew that? I thought you hadn't noticed at all."

Anda sneered, "I'm not a petty person, and I'm happy to admit my shortcomings. Today's topic is you, and I'm worried that some danger is targeting you."

Athena took a deep breath and gave up on confronting Neos, as gaining a temporary verbal advantage was of little use.

This bastard has already admitted he's a scoundrel, so what sense of superiority do you expect to get from him?

She pondered for a moment, then spoke;

"I had just received an invitation from Ares and Hades to reunite with my brothers and sisters in Macedonia, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already here."

"If there is any great danger, it is most likely that Erda will take revenge and possess my body to do something shameful. But she still has some conscience, so she left me here with you to prevent me from being eaten by fish."

Athena's deduction is not without reason, and it even fits the logic among the immortals.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Anglong in her arms started to fuss, saying: