Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

A hand appeared on the screen, selected a region on Earth, and twisted it seven times, just like it was actually turning a Rubik's Cube.

It looks like it has returned to its original position. Even after the so-called rotation of latitude and longitude, it still matches. Even the smallest strata and the holes of underground rivers are aligned one by one.

However, in reality, this part has accelerated by seven days compared to other regions on a time scale.

Coast of Greenland, 599 BC.

During the day, Aaron had a good night's sleep. In his dream, he saw a magnificent long river cascading down, just like the Milky Way falling from the heavens.

The sound of the rushing water was too loud and noisy, so Aaron waved his hand to stop it and then continued to sleep soundly in his dream.

He hadn't had such a simple dream in a long time, and he still missed the feeling of a proper, peaceful sleep.

Because it was a dream within a dream, he had no idea what had happened the night before. When he woke up in the morning, he saw Anglong lying next to him, so he took the child outside to wash his face and hands and started cooking.

“Brother, you’re awake!” Xiao An felt a splash of cool water on his face and a hand rubbing his face. He opened his eyes groggily. “Last night, Little Hand came back. When he was stealing food, I chased him and he ran onto Auntie, waking her up. Then a lot of things happened last night.”

Xiao An began to vividly recount what happened last night, making Aaron's eyelids twitch several times. He frowned and asked:

"You mean, after Father contacted Mother, he acted like an idiot, only knowing to shout 'Kill Athena,' without even explaining that the Athena beside Mother was a fake?"

Xiao An didn't seem to see anything wrong and nodded, saying:

"Yes, Dad thinks he explained it very clearly, and he knows exactly what to do. Just do as he says."

Aaron slapped his forehead and sighed deeply, feeling despair for the future of his family and even humanity.

He tried to explain to Anglon, "If Dad asked you to play with poop, but didn't give a reason, would you go?"

Xiao An gasped and shook her head vigorously.

"Of course not! My hands can only touch food!"

The two brothers had barely finished speaking when they heard lazy footsteps behind them. The old man yawned and stretched as he slowly walked out, but before he could finish yawning, he started sneezing incessantly.

“I think I hear someone talking badly about me. Son, you don’t understand your mother. Your mother is very ruthless. In the past, when we decided to teach someone a lesson, we understood each other with just a glance. Now I’m adding an extra sentence, telling her that the target to kill is clear. Isn’t that enough?”

Aaron found it difficult to comment on his parents' deteriorating and gradually perverse love. He simply handed them a bowl of freshly ladled hot soup and said regretfully:

"But I still believe that explaining the ins and outs of a matter clearly is a basic quality that every human being should possess."

"You should at least mention that the Athena aunt by Mother's side is a fake."

Anda took it and drank it all in one gulp, tasting a strong hot pot flavor. He smacked his lips.

"Huh? Do we have to talk about this? I remember humans saying that a good leader only needs to convey orders with clear objectives, and a good executor should not have any questions, just do it."

Aaron poured all the water out of the pot. He had indeed been washing the pot, but he had gone to bed early last night and didn't know who had disposed of it properly.

Only then did they start boiling water and cooking again.

"Sigh, it's hard for me to explain anything to someone with your intelligence level. Never mind, let's eat first."

Chapter 441 Magnus's Night Raid on Norse Planet (3K)

Aaron made some broth and steamed some flatbread in the morning. He tore it open and stuffed it with some meat and lettuce.

There was a large stack of food piled on the plate, enough for the four of them to eat with one hand.

While steaming, I didn't forget to change the food trough for the fifth dog, pat its fur, and take it out to sunbathe.

Marum set off overnight, leaving the task of taking care of the fifth child to himself.

"Auntie, dinner's ready."

He arrived at Athena's door and knocked. A voice responded from inside. Soon after, Athena, dressed neatly with an extra hand on her left shoulder, stepped out and instinctively pinched Aaron's cheek.

The little hand on her shoulder was also waving and greeting her brother.

The group quickly took their seats. Since the little hand was on Athena's shoulder, and Athena wouldn't fight with her nephew for food, she stuffed many of the foods she picked up into the little hand's mouth.

This made Anglong, who was sitting on the side, very depressed, and he even squeezed out a few tears of grievance.

There was no mouth on the little hands, but no matter how much the aunt picked up, the little hands would eat it all, as if it were sent to some place out of thin air.

"I plan to fill your father's grave in the Beihai Sea eyehole. What do you think?"

Athena, having only eaten half her fill, glanced at Neos, who was gorging himself on food, with utter disdain, and said seriously, "It doesn't look like a joke."

Before Aaron could speak, he heard Anda suddenly swallow the food in his throat and slam his hand on the table;

"You think you're so great, talking to me like that in my house?"

Bang!

Athena unleashed her psionic energy and sent Anda flying, without even a change in the color of her hair.

The reason she was able to consistently gain the upper hand over Anda was that she didn't engage in empty talk like her other siblings, and then the prelude to their relationship would drag on for too long.

I don't have that concern; every time we meet, I unleash a powerful move.

Anda patted the dirt off his face, crawled back with a wronged expression, looked at his son, and hoped that Aaron would stand up for him.

Aaron didn't react at all and quietly ate his meal.

Unable to bear those pitiful eyes any longer, I had no choice but to say to my aunt:

"Let's give him some face, Auntie."

Tears of emotion welled up in Anda's eyes. She thought to herself, "This is truly my son." Before she could fully express her feelings, she heard Aaron continue:

"The North Sea is too cold, and he's too lonely all by himself. Let him be buried in the Mariana Trench; my father said it's the deepest place there."

Anda suppressed his emotions, wiped away his tears, and vowed never to smile again.

Athena laughed and said, "I like this idea, but let's get down to business. Marum probably won't be back for another two days, but finding the dividing line of time change is quite simple."

"But how do we deal with an entity that can arbitrarily alter time across different time zones on the Earth's surface?"

Anda sneered, "How to deal with it? Of course, we'll rush up and beat it until it kneels on the ground and runs away in defeat. Anyway, those trapped inside are all immortals, so there's no need to worry about casualties. I won't show any mercy just because Erda is inside."

Aaron simply moved the plate in front of his father, indicating that he should stop eating, go back to his room and go to sleep, and not disturb their serious conversation.

Anda, furious, snatched the plate, tucked his arm under the chair leg, and sullenly sat down some distance away, angrily saying:

"Anyway, no matter how great your plans are, you'll all have to come to me to execute them. I'll make you beg me for help then!"

After the old man left the dining table, things finally calmed down a lot.

Athena attempted to describe the area where she was trapped, a labyrinthine region that would completely captivate anyone with a weak will if they were to even glance at it.

Ultimately, he devoted his entire life to trying to unravel these labyrinths.

Only the most sagacious sages and the most utterly foolish can pass through.

One can see the answer to the puzzle at a glance, while the other is completely unaffected.

Anglong was getting more and more confused, and finally blurted out:

"How can there be such bad people in this world who like to design these mazes that people can't get out of? The wisdom that the brain brings should be used to invent better food, not to draw circles on the ground and walk through mazes."

Athena smiled and patted An's head: "I know, An. Look, your father is sulking there. He hasn't finished eating the meat pie on his plate. Go and help him."

Xiao An became lively and excited, a smile returning to his face, and headed straight for his father.

“Aaron, I think we need to be careful with your brothers from now on. We absolutely cannot let your father’s bad habits influence them.”

After Athena saw Angron off, she looked worried and said this to what was probably the only normal person in the family.

Aaron was already used to it; at least Coz's little hands were behaving normally, and he even seemed smarter than little Ann who hadn't grown up yet.

Moreover, he has many normal younger brothers. Look at Guilliman, he fits the so-called popular image quite well. If he were mute, he would be even more perfect.

“Aunt, can you roughly guess the arrangements for the gathering of immortals? I suspect that the evil god cannot confront all the psionicists head-on, and perhaps Mother can resolve the crisis on her own.”

Aaron still had some hope that his father would be completely unafraid of those evil gods in the future.

Even if a mother only has the ability to temporarily resist, it is enough to ensure safety.

In the distance, Anda was fighting with Little An for food, and didn't forget to mock Aaron's idea:

"Let me tell you, Aaron, your mother couldn't do it. I am the chosen one of all mankind, I am the chosen one!"

"Only I can save humanity!"

The two had no choice but to switch places and go to the kitchen, which Anda really disliked, to start washing dishes and chatting.

There shouldn't be any problems in the days leading up to the banquet. Whatever the evil god intends to do, any sudden change will cause a strong reaction from the immortals.

However, given Erda's personality, she could resist the slow changes for quite some time.

We need to wait until Marum confirms exactly how long time has been reversed before we can deduce what to do next.

There's nothing fun to do these past few days, so I can only watch Neos constantly reveal his inhuman appearance to dispel the boredom.

Athena didn't pay any attention to the little hand on her left shoulder; it was just that she had an extra hand on her body.

In the past, when the immortals were at their most adventurous, they tried splitting different people in half and gluing them back together, or destroying their own bodies to leave only specific resurrected limbs, which were then grafted onto other people. These were all old tricks they had used before.

Neos was initially quite shy, thinking it was too bloody.

Later on, he wished he could take the knife himself, and many of the "cruel" ideas came from him.

Looking at Aaron and Xiao An, it seems they haven't inherited these perverse ideas, which makes Athena feel very gratified.

Those things can be digested internally by the immortals; there's no need to harm the next generation.

More than 30,000 years later, Nostrama.

At the city's lowest level, where civilization brings an artificial eternal night and urban neon lights forever flicker in the so-called "sky," this place was a city of sin hundreds of years ago.

Although we haven't yet reached the point where people don't pick up lost items on the road or leave their doors unlocked at night, overt crimes have at least decreased by 99%.

Some stable places for doing business even emerged, and people had enough social stability to ensure that they had currency in their hands to circulate and maintain their survival.

Once this condition is met, the level of public security in the world will improve rapidly. There will be no mysterious flying vigilantes or underground social order to take over. As long as social resources can start to circulate normally, order will naturally emerge on its own.

So who did this?

Naturally, that vigilante went straight to kill the local upper class who controlled the world's economic lifeline, and started knocking golf balls on each of them according to their wealth ranking.

After dealing with these people, the economy will be able to circulate again, and people will be able to survive without having to rob, cheat, or steal.

Nature will spontaneously maintain order.

Indeed, a lot of sacrifices were made in the early stages, but the people at the bottom soon learned what the true source of the evil they had suffered in the past really was.