Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

After all, when making chess pieces, if special units aren't made bigger and their designs aren't unique, how will they be sold in the future?

So the concept of demons really does reflect the thinking of intelligent life.

Angron said angrily, "Then I'll become bigger than a demon, like the size difference that Dad can kick me at will."

Anda glanced at Aaron and quickly comforted Xiao An, saying, "I was just joking with you. Don't say things like that in the future, and don't even mention these things to your mother."

"Ahem," Anda tried to salvage his image, then said seriously, "We still have Koz. This hand itself is a midnight ghost, a manifestation of the warp in the real world."

Anda leaned over and gently poked her son's hand, which looked rather odd growing on his aunt.

"Koz will find it for us. All it takes is for the great demons to reveal a little bit of their true nature, and they will be unable to contain themselves."

Anda spoke softly, a rare occurrence, but upon closer inspection, it seemed as if he intended to use his son as bait to lure fish.

Athena frowned and said, "Is my power insufficient?"

Anda complained, "My dear sister, even if you have two essences, one of which was personally possessed by the evil god, and the other is fixed to Koz to prevent him from being captured and taken back to the labyrinth, what else do you have to attract the Great Demon? You can't even attract men. Do you really think that mortals consider you a virgin goddess out of respect, or that they're cursing you to never find a partner in your life!"

Athena clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white and made a cracking sound.

Before he could even make a move, Koz slapped Anda across the face with a loud crack.

The old man covered his face and cried out, "You unfilial son! You unfilial son!"

The little hand felt a bit embarrassed and quickly hid back in her aunt's hair, closing the door behind her.

Aaron explained seriously, "This behavior has nothing to do with your brother. Your aunt wanted to slap you, and it just so happens that your brother's hand nerves are connected to your aunt, which is closest to her brain, so he was the first to receive the instruction."

Angered, Anda stomped his foot and turned to walk towards the sea.

"Never mind, tonight's demons should all be little Karami. We can leave it to Marum to handle. Aaron, you stay in the house and sleep. Stay with Angron. Little Angron should be able to tear a few demons apart with his bare hands."

The old man still loves his son, and feels that Aaron is now the only one in their family who has no fighting power and is more like a burden.

After his father left, Coz crawled out from behind his aunt's hair and conveyed his thoughts.

He believed his father's advice was effective; only by opening up a Primarch-level essence could the great demons be attracted.

After capturing the Great Demon Lord of All Changes, everyone can cut open its belly and stuff it inside to blend into the area of ​​time discrepancy.

Athena was about to soothe the little hand when she frowned and said:

How did you even think of cutting open someone's stomach?

Xiao An knows how to do this because he has done a lot of food processing, killing fish and chickens.

How could Koz have such a thought?

The little hands could only express embarrassment; since they didn't have mouths to explain, they were fine as long as Xiao An didn't hold them.

That's a human-shaped mind reader; it's very dangerous.

No one likes having someone who can read their mind, especially if that person is a naive kid who dares to say whatever they feel.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to their own thoughts, and after confirming that danger would befall them tonight, everyone got busy.

Marum is firing clay tablets, on which he will inscribe runes to suppress demons—something that should have been the master's job.

But upon closer examination, he wondered what would happen if the clay tablet personally fired by the master burned the great demon to death.

Having killed so many demons in the past, the sudden announcement that he was to spare its life made Marum feel quite uncomfortable.

This reason left even Aaron, who wanted to find a whip to lash his father while he worked, speechless.

How did this old man find another legitimate reason not to work?

Angron really wanted to join in and lend a hand, but he found that he couldn't understand the symbols and his eyes were even blurry from looking at them.

Uncle Marum looked embarrassed and tried to cover up some symbols.

There was no other way; the highest-ranking demon the Empire could skillfully banish was the future Angron.

Above them are the legendary Four Ancient Ones, who have never even physically entered the real universe, so how can there be any talk of exile?

Before and after being sent here, Marum received a great deal of knowledge from the Great Sage of Kaul and the Empire, most of which were copied and pasted from the standard procedures of the exile of Angron.

Therefore, the target's contents need to be cleared again. Each time it is cleared, Xiao An will sneeze.

However, that's about all the impact it'll have. It's not to the point that Marum would activate the runes tonight and banish the current Anton back to the warp.

Koz's little hands, restricted by the growth on his aunt's left shoulder, could not join in the drawing.

They could only watch helplessly as they and their aunt were surrounded by these strange mud tablets, as if they were inside a huge, hideous face.

So, is the symbol that humans use to banish and deter demons simply a drawing of a face that is even more ferocious and terrifying than the demon itself?

The little bat couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from being pleased.

In the past, if I dressed up in a scary way, like hanging meat on my face or putting nails in it, my father would just rip it off with his big hands.

This caused his naturally gloomy, pale complexion to lose its advantage in the horror costume category.

I need to figure out a way to make myself look even scarier, so it will be more effective when I scare my dad.

For example, what did my brother look like when he died? He definitely wouldn't mind; I can just mention it when the time comes.

Koz was so excited about this taboo idea that if he put that face on the spot, no matter what the great human emperor was doing, he would be terrified and cry his eyes out!

Poor Coz was so engrossed in his wonderful idea of ​​scaring the old man that he was oblivious to the world around him.

If he thought about it carefully, he would understand that before the old man could make a move, if his other brothers were present, the makeup on his face would turn into reality prematurely.

When the sky was completely dark, strange lights appeared from all over the world.

My father once said that clouds in the sky are just water vapor, but they can only refract a little light, at most like a rainbow after the rain.

The aurora caused by a magnetic field is different; that thing is much stronger.

Whenever my father mentioned words like magnetic field or rotation, he would become uncontrollably frantic, as if his chin would start to grow thicker and his eyes would widen, emitting white light.

The aurora borealis is usually difficult to see off the southern coast of Greenland; it is more common to see it further north.

But tonight, Aaron was lucky; he finally saw the aurora he had been longing for, though it was blue!

The light appeared as a strange, drooping, undulating curtain, or as if it had transformed the rolling, sweeping waves into a vertical shape, hanging high in the sky, making people look up.

I couldn't help but wonder, if these aurora curtains flowed straight down and covered me, would people be able to feel their real existence?

Is it gentleness, or another invisible, accumulated weight, enough to crush and suffocate a person?

Malice arose from this speculation, and Aaron began to imagine these aurora curtains transforming into legendary silk, enveloping his seven orifices, penetrating deep into his trachea and esophagus, and even allowing him to feel the connection between his stomach and intestines from the position of his throat.

It's like an old father occasionally stuffing a whole loaf of bread into his mouth without biting it off, then pinching the end and pulling it out of his throat – disgusting.

However, Aaron did not voice these feelings. The above was probably just his own imagination. How could those aurora curtains fall from the sky? They are just a natural phenomenon.

"I'll make the dough into this shape in the future, then roll it up and stuff it with other food. That way, even if the dough has no flavor, the food inside will still taste good."

Xiao An made this assessment, since it wasn't expected that his little brain would come up with any comments after seeing these scenes.

Children don't have any sense of curiosity; they just think everything they see is edible.

Anda, on the other hand, was quite relaxed, lying in a deck chair outside the spell's range, covered with a bearskin blanket. He had taken it out of the room while Athena was using the spell to ward off demons every night.

He rocked back and forth in the recliner, not really sleepy, and casually remarked:

"I thought it would be quite a commotion, but it didn't even change the color of the sky. When you're fighting monsters later, remember to stay together and don't let those little guys sneak over here."

"Xiao An, take good care of your brother. Don't let that blind fool climb up to Aaron's side."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone heard a relatively frequent flapping sound of wings, but it was judged to be low-altitude flight, just like the height that the rooster that Angron used to flap when he first chased after the rooster that his family bought.

The sheer number and volume of these noises inevitably cause frustration.

For some reason, I recalled the scene of chicken droppings and weeds scattered all over the ground.

The first demon has arrived.

It was as if it had fallen directly from a curtain in the sky, but the spatial distance was completely ignored. One second it was thousands of meters in the air, and the sound of its wings flapping was already in everyone's ears.

The next second, those wings took flight, and even the brightly colored feathers were dazzlingly flamboyant, and they were already in front of everyone.

A mocking voice rang out: "A mere human psionicist, and your master actually wants me to go all out? Hmph, prepare to die!"

The Lord of All Changes, the Great Demon, the Great Yubari, is reversing time, pulling the night back to sunset!

It was absolutely certain that the target was a blue-overlapping dark psionic signature, which was not a problem and was right in its comfort zone.

The person next to you?

An Astartes that shouldn't exist in this era, an Earth monkey that looks like a piece of trash, well, no problem.

Anything other than golden psionic energy is trash!

Chapter 445 Holy crap, even a non-human emperor can kill me? (3K)

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but controlling the passage of time is indeed one of Tzeentch's powers.

Or rather, small-scale time shifts and changes in people's perception of time are all abilities of Tzeentch, after all, these are also forms of change.

The predetermined ending and the progression of time, in a higher sense, are meaningless because they are already fixed and are not within Tzeentch's scope of action.

These powers are not differentiated much and are not displayed in much way, which is essentially a manifestation of Tzeentch not being the supreme god.

He is still at the level of "the height of a fountain will not exceed its source," perhaps the fourth of the ancients, only called a god in relation to beings weaker than them.

This time, Tzeentch twisted Terra North Latitude into a Rubik's Cube, which is one of the few times he has demonstrated his time-manipulation abilities.

After all, the main enemies are demons, which are unaffected by the passage of time.

That great enemy in the mortal world is more like a stabilizing force in the vast ocean of time.

It is truly a disgrace to His ancient fourth name to allow Tzeentch to deliberately manipulate time and play tricks on mortals.

The great demon Yubari sent this time is part of these abilities, possessing the power to reverse the night and return to the time of sunset.

But don't think this is a good thing. After all, if night and day were clearly distinguished, everyone would know to act at the time that suits them best.

This demon only needs to slightly pull the dial of time backward; it doesn't even change time itself, but merely shifts the position of all matter's movement to a previous position to a certain extent.

It's as if the deceased should be free from all sorrow, but instead, they are dragged back to the suffering before their death and forced to relive those physical pains.

Two things that should have been clearly distinct now come into conflict, and even the boundary between life and death becomes unclear, leading to many changes.

This power wouldn't force people to serve under the corrupt ruler next door.