Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, this was enough to satisfy Tzeentch. This immortal being possessed the title of God of War, and his strength was guaranteed to be at least that of a top-tier demon.

They would be perfect as my henchmen.

But He never seemed to consider what would happen if Ares' victory was just a charade staged by the immortals.

That can't be right. I used Erda, this ultimate weapon, to ensure that these people could go all out.

There seemed to be some movement in the sky, but it was nothing to worry about. The psychic channel behind Him had opened wide enough to allow for time travel.

They even ignored some of the temporal disorder, since change was within their control, and the great demons who used these powers were simultaneously stripped and polished, and those lost powers returned.

He will deliver Ares intact to the time that is in progress.

However, they do not mind the occurrence of unexpected factors, such as welcoming the return of the real goddess.

As Ares played with the psionic chains, Athena, having descended to a sufficient height, stretched out her hands, and the immense psionic energy pulled down from the sea of ​​lightning on both sides transformed into surging spears.

The little hand on my neck conveyed my thoughts:

"Do we need to shout some swear words?"

The nephew was worried that his aunt, being used to being refined, wouldn't say anything outrageous, so he specifically reminded her, offering to do it for her.

"There's no need for that. Just keep a close eye on him and see what that bastard is up to."

Athena also felt a sense of crisis.

She really couldn't figure out the evil god's purpose. It was supposed to be for Erda at first, but now it was holding some kind of messy competition to select immortals.

So at this point, has His purpose changed, and to whom has it become?

Tzeentch himself didn't know; he was simply pleased that the change had occurred.

Chapter 453 Ares, the Endless God of War (3K)

"Why is there an extra hand? Let me see—"

Tzeentch frowned, and a lively arm extended from his left shoulder.

His gaze traversed the river of time and found that destiny.

"So it was you, you poor thing who failed to obey us and succumbed to your fixed fate. How foolish."

Tzeentch dislikes characters who see their so-called predetermined fate and ultimately "reconcile" with it, and he also doesn't particularly like mental illness.

Perhaps sending them to Salisbury would be a good idea.

Adachi, crouching on the edge of the deck, made a telescope shape with his hands and held it up to his eyes to examine it closely:

"That thing really did grow a hand too. Now it's exactly the same, and we can't tell which one is which."

This old man has such good eyesight, I wonder if he inherited it from him.

Aaron could see nothing but Uncle Ares's psionic rage.

This also means that all the other immortals who participated have left the competition.

"It's only been a little over a month, and Uncle Ares's power has increased so much?"

Aaron was astonished by the terrifying scale of the psychic energy, because previously only the old man and his mother were spectacle people who liked to create more scenes that spanned the heavens and earth when releasing psychic energy.

Uncle Ares, on the other hand, looked like a caveman, except that he had two chains wrapped around his arms and his hair color change was not even obvious.

The fact that she can now unleash such intense psychic energy is in no way inferior to the psychic energy clash between the real and fake Athena, demonstrating significant progress.

It's unlikely that the situation described by my father, where someone attacks a great demon only to be choked to death in one move, will ever happen again.

However, Aaron couldn't help but wonder why his uncle didn't use psionic energy to create a neck shield for him.

Even my father could do that; he even burned Xiao Ma's hair back then.

It seems I need to find Loka or Xiao Ma to study a psychic energy application textbook when I have time. In addition to the skills that I am naturally suited for, I also need a universal template.

It is convenient for immortals and even psionicists to use.

On the ground, the battle between the real and fake Athena was like a perfect mirror image. After several rounds of fighting and exchanging positions, even Ares, who was present, could not tell which one was the real Athena.

He then chained the bodies of his two opponents together and threw them aside.

Looking back, he discovered a scene that nearly made his sluggish brain stop working.

"Two, Athena?"

Ares's eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to do.

His body was still surging with powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. Given the current situation, as long as he joined the battle and helped one side, victory could be achieved.

Fortunately, he was slow to realize that he couldn't tell the difference, so he didn't even ask, and just stood there dumbly.

This left Tzeentch, who had originally intended to tease Ares, cause him to wreak havoc in the battle, and take the opportunity to pull him into the future forty thousand years later, somewhat puzzled.

Is this all just a fake sibling relationship?

Why doesn't this simpleton look anxious or confused at all?

He couldn't help but speak up:

"Ares, I am the real Athena, please help me!"

Ares shook his head and said:

"No, Hades told me that if I can't tell what's true or false, I'd better do nothing and wait for the truth to come out."

"Like at the start of this match, he buried himself in his sleep and wouldn't wake up no matter how much Erda whipped him. I need to learn his composure."

His understanding is very clear; if I can't understand it, then I won't understand it.

In any case, the truth will come out in the end, so why bother thinking about it?

These emotions, once expressed, infuriated Tzeentch so much that his nose twisted in anger. If he weren't one of the Four Ancients, he could easily project Athena's every action.

Otherwise, if he had been momentarily distracted, Athena would have punched him in the face. It would be too embarrassing for an enemy of equal strength to do that.

So what do we do now? Continue fighting this woman, or give up and just take Athena back 40,000 years later?

You can torment and corrupt yourself at will, or at worst you can have a sudden enlightenment. I don't believe I can't transform you, a mere human.

But Tzeentch always had a sense of crisis in his heart, as if if he really did this, and just grabbed an immortal and was about to run away, something terrible would happen next.

How about we try something reckless?

It was his own premonition. As the altered God Himself, it was rare for Him to have such unknown premonitions.

Chaos is flawed in this respect; it acts entirely on its own emotions, yet mistakenly believes it has attained true freedom, the so-called "doing what it pleases."

In fact, they don't even have hearts.

After Tzeentch had this suicidal thought, his obsession materialized and could not be erased.

Too lazy to continue the rehearsal to seduce Ares, it directly transformed into its true form, its body shattered and was sucked into the subspace, from which a withered human arm emerged, its fingertips resembling bird-man claws.

This hand looks so fragile; even a small child could easily break it.

It stretched out very slowly, even slower than a snail.

Even at that speed, Athena felt she had no way to dodge it.

What's even more terrifying is that the power that previously overwhelmed that great demon turned into a completely different situation when she faced this chaotic deity, with her becoming the one being suppressed.

This might even suggest that there is some connection, or even a fundamental connection, between her and this chaotic deity.

How could that be possible!

Gray runes began to appear on Athena's body, barely resisting Tzeentch's pulling.

This is Erda's blessing, existing independently of the warp, the only one among the immortals and all ancient psychics such as shamans and wizards to transcend.

Therefore, it is also independently referred to as a spell.

On the deck, Aaron frowned. He couldn't see the specific battle scene, but he felt very uncomfortable.

But it's not the kind of discomfort that requires medication or rest to relieve; rather, it's a feeling that one has an urgent need to express.

He could solve all these problems instantly by simply insisting that he needed to expel this uncomfortable state.

Is it because I've been dreaming too much about the future?

Aaron chuckled to himself, probably because he hadn't slept well these past few days. If only he could actually do that in real life.

Then the idea that I had thought about countless times before, wanting my father to be a normal person, wouldn't have taken so long to come true.

Looking at the old man's strange way of yelling now, he no longer seems like a craftsman living in a civilized country or city-state.

No, not even a savage, this is just a gorilla.

"Phew~ This old bird has finally shown up. I knew the one who won was fake, and the one who lost is your real aunt."

"Now all I have to do is wait for her to cry out 'Father, save me!' and I'll immediately descend like a savior to save her life!"

The old man was now speaking even less human language. As Aaron listened, the discomfort he had felt earlier vanished, replaced by an even worse feeling.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Tzeentch felt that his hand could no longer move, at least not this hand.

He even felt that this world, including the subspace, was refusing to acknowledge this hand as part of the Ancient Four.

It should be understood that even the Chaos Gods themselves, within their respective domains, could not achieve such a level of influence on the warp and reality.

If the Lord of Humanity truly existed as an omniscient and omnipotent being, humanity would have long ago swept the four of them into the trash heap.

"Don't panic, he's just a little messiah, destined to die anyway."

Tzeentch reassured himself that He wouldn't be so foolish as to miss out on an immortal being delivered right to His mouth.

You should know that your current state is nothing more than a clone. When your true self arrives, it will be as easy as turning your hand to snatch someone away!

Within the subspace, the towering silver spire stands amidst the inverted galaxy that has existed since time immemorial.

A colossal object, identical in size to, or even larger than, the spire, began to move from its apex, each step causing the entire galaxy to tremble.

No one can describe the monster's exact form, yet they understand that it is unknowable, yet visible.

There is no doubt that this magnificent scene would occur in the real universe as well.

That's a colossal body spanning hundreds of thousands of light-years!

No one knows why that most ancient being is revealing its power today, and why the aftershocks of its actions have triggered many warp storms.