Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He muttered, "Tch, I thought you'd finally come to your senses. Go hang yourself, just make sure the rope doesn't break."

Aaron slowly pulled the rope to the edge of the ray's deck, lowered himself down, and chose a spot with an unobstructed view so he could finally see what was happening below.

Many psionic nodes have been deactivated, signifying that the immortals have regained their power. However, many other nodes only shone briefly before going out completely, leaving only a trail of malevolent black energy spreading by.

He shifted his gaze to the center of the city, focusing on the largest node where the barriers between the subspace and reality gradually merged.

Even though you can't see the figures in the nodes clearly from high above, you can still feel that familiar presence.

I've seen it all before; the master of all changes.

My first impression was just that there was a rather strong wind blowing in Colchis.

In the heart of Macedonia, the royal palace is located slightly to the south; it is simply a garden where the previous king drowned after being ordained by a oracle.

Athena stands on the rock where the former king jumped into the lake before he became a Laker, her hands reshaping the king's soul into a warrior.

In stories with this mythological background, there will always be a skeleton undead king who appears as a powerful boss in the process.

The reason He wanted to choose an immortal being to go to the future was not only to send him to Terra to be seen by another old skeleton, but also to obtain a real-world military commander for Himself.

After all, Yu Ma's Dao Heart is now shattered, and he has no power to fight.

All I need to do is show this psionicist how foolish, ugly, and dark the future human empire will be under the rule of the "Emperor."

Then they can package their demon army. Before, when they were fooling the foolish masses, they had to find clean ones. Now, they can just make a show of it and tell them that it's all because of their good brother's brutal rule that the galaxy has become like this.

Once this fun happens, Tzeentch will roll around in his palace several times, laughing foolishly.

He has already chosen the most suitable candidate, Ares, the true god of war.

The main problem is that this guy is stupid; he believes whatever others say.

This time, he went all out in the competition, without even needing Erda to whip him a few times to get him moving.

Other people are too smart to be fooled.

For example, that old man Li Dan even caused himself to develop a split personality. When the other personalities started saying that it was their business to do evil and have fun, and had nothing to do with you, he remained unmoved.

They didn't have the slightest thought of corruption or even evil.

He was afraid that if things continued like this, the old man would come up with some kind of "severing the three corpses" from the "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" technique, so He stopped increasing the degree of corruption and just left a mark on him.

As Athena pondered, the last few contenders finally fought their way to this spot.

The first to enter the final arena was indeed Ares, the God of War, whose hands were bound with psionic chains and who had transformed into a being emanating aura of blood and energy.

Three people approached from other directions: Adonis (the handsome man loved by Athena), Raat, and Phoenicia.

Only the latter two were revered as gods by the world; Adonis was simply too handsome and was given preferential treatment all the way.

Chapter 451 Family Reunion and the Skirt Angron (3K)

“I seem to be out of place here, madam, but I have suffered terribly on my journey. Erda almost ripped my guts out.”

Adonis spoke first, with a melancholy expression, seemingly posing deliberately to show off his handsomeness.

However, he never received any attention from the goddess because of this.

Because He had absolutely no interest in this person; he was too handsome, not His type. It would be better to let Slaanesh do it.

Aside from being handsome, this guy's psychic powers have no other use besides revitalizing his skin and making him look younger. Immortals can simply slash their own necks to revive and roughly choose the time frame for their resurrection, so this ability is useless to him.

Therefore, Athena simply stretched out her hand, conjured an ice crystal spear from the water, and hurled it at Adonis, piercing him through.

A cold, clear voice followed: "You are out."

As Erda gradually regained her human form, she stretched out from the black mist, looked at the handsome face that had rolled to her feet, and said regretfully:

"Sigh, I thought you were quite useful, but it turns out that besides your beauty, you're completely useless."

Behind Ida, the true goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, slowly emerged:

"If we go inside, we can recreate the tragedy of Troy."

Erda looked at Athena with a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it:

"Because of Adonis's death, you cursed love in the world to be forever fraught with suspicion. I think you don't even need the goddess to show up; you can turn this world into a mess."

The goddess smiled and put her hand on Erda's shoulder, like a good sister, and said with a smile:

"What does this have to do with me? I didn't become a queen and bring disaster to the country. Humans are just this kind of species. We've been fighting amongst ourselves all along, but in the end we found that none of us could die, and all means of revenge were meaningless. That's when we stopped fighting and started calling each other brothers and sisters."

After speaking, without waiting for Erda's reply, the goddess adjusted her collar and cuffs, straightened her headdress, and strode towards the dueling arena.

Erda hurriedly said, "I guess Athena isn't interested in you. You're too weak; you basically have no fighting ability."

The goddess didn't turn around, but strode forward, teasingly saying:

"I never thought I'd be cared about by you one day. Don't worry, I'm confident in my beauty—ah—"

Another ice spear flew in, piercing through Athena's chest and abdomen. The enormous impact sent her flying, pinning her precisely to Adonis.

In mythology, they didn't become a couple, but now they're stuck together, and this poignant scene is perfect for later generations to depict.

Erda stepped over the corpses of the two beauties, ready to witness this final battle.

It seems that only Ares responded. Raat was a skinny monkey, and although Phoenicia was a warrior and had weapons, he was too slow-witted and his appearance was rather ugly.

At least Ares is a decent-looking template, someone who is pleasing to the eye.

These are the magical nodes behind Athena that represent her, somewhat mysterious, almost in harmony with heaven and earth, able to become one with nature.

This was something that only he and a few others, including Neos, had been able to do before, and it was a manifestation of a breakthrough in psychic energy reaching the highest level.

Neos is even capable of transforming into the heavens and earth, and moving mountains and filling seas is no problem for him.

Athena has also made progress to this point, which is commendable.

These sisters have two sets of psychic essences, and it's unclear which one has progressed; it's difficult to tell for the time being.

Erda suddenly looked up at the sky. Just a moment ago, something huge had entered Macedonian airspace. That thing quickly transformed from a small dot into a massive mechanical ship.

Below is a golden, humanoid machine that lifts the ship and flies it.

Upon seeing the glittering gold, she knew her man had arrived.

Could you please time your performance perfectly to ensure a smooth event?

Erda smiled knowingly, thinking to herself that if Anda had arrived earlier and his brothers and sisters had seen him and his wife together, they would have scattered like birds and beasts, let alone helped Athena organize this competition.

She transformed into a cloud in the sky and looked back, just in time to see Anda tying ropes around her eldest son.

What is this going to do?

As the clouds drifted closer, they saw Aaron with ropes tied to his body, hanging from the edge of the ship's deck.

You, Anda Weir, are you trying to scare your son like this when I'm not around?

The white clouds turned into pitch-black fog, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling within, spreading out in a dark, oppressive mass.

Anda, who had been sitting on the rope to keep his son company, was still picking his toes, pondering:

"The weather shouldn't change this quickly in winter, right? It was sunny just a moment ago, and now it's going to rain?"

Rumbling--

Thunder roared, and the distant lightning even stretched out huge dragon-shaped shadows on the deck. Angron shouldn't have been afraid; he was being toyed with by his Aunt Athena and would probably have to change into a dress soon.

This was probably a staple of our childhood.

Hearing the thunder outside, he couldn't help but exclaim in fear:

"Auntie, is it thundering outside? I'm suddenly so scared. It feels like Mom is going to come and kill someone."

Athena remained silent, but the sinister smile on her face grew even more grotesque.

"Xiao An, don't worry about what's happening outside. It has nothing to do with us. Just leave it to your father and brother to handle. Close your eyes and don't move."

If a world devourer were here, and saw the Father of Genetics about to wear a dress woven by the Goddess of Wisdom, one wonders what he would think.

Below the edge of the deck, the wind grew stronger, accompanied by the roar of thunder. It was the first time Aaron had ever been so close to experiencing what the sky looked like during a storm.

The clouds were like a thick blanket, being pulled up from the farthest point, creating ripples that resembled ocean waves, but were much thicker and darker.

Occasionally, it would turn gray and then brighten for a fleeting moment, and the next instant, a furious dragon of lightning would pour down, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

It was a more violent sound than the one I heard sitting by the window on a summer night, and every part of my body was caught up in it.

Even more exciting is that these thunder dragons surged faster and faster, eventually connecting one after another in an endless stream.

The entire sea of ​​clouds was transformed into a real sea of ​​lightning!

Can lightning strike so densely that it forms an ocean?

Aaron showed no fear, his excitement growing more impulsive, as if he could become part of this boiling sea of ​​thunder by simply letting go of the rope and jumping off the clouds.

No, it's even about controlling and shaping it into the desired scenario!

However, reason still suppressed this desire to indulge in excitement. Aaron could still distinguish that this was reality, not a projection of his future dreams.

He simply took a deep breath, suppressed these emotions, and then gripped the rope tightly and began to climb.

Luckily, I don't have hair, so the strong wind won't blow it into my eyes and obstruct my vision.

As soon as he climbed onto the deck, he saw his father pointing to the sky and cursing, while dodging the random lightning strikes.

After seeing his son peek out, he rushed over, jumping up and down.

"I'm warning you, if you strike me with lightning again, I'll grab your son and strike us both to death!"

The goddess in black descended the lightning-cast steps, glanced at her unharmed son, casually cleaved the ropes, and said coldly:

"Once this matter is settled, I'm going to hang you on a steel cable to fill the sea hole and see if I can fish out some sea monster you've ever seen."

"By the way, where's Xiao An?"

Seeing that the lightning had stopped, Anda chuckled and said:

"They're inside. Your good sister Athena is inside too."

Erda frowned: "Athena? Are you out of your mind? Isn't she on the ground?"

Anda, hands on his hips, grinned and said, "Didn't I contact you before, telling you to kill the Athena next to you as soon as possible? That's a fake. It's an evil god who has taken over her position and is here to harm you."

Upon hearing this, Erda, who had already approached her man, instinctively slapped him, but Anda grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms: