Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It is said that more than 10,000 years ago, during the conversation between the Marker Makado and the Lord of Man, few members of the Imperial Guard were able to participate.

"Get out of here. I don't want to hear another word from you. 'Transfer'? That's a human emotion, not some cold, hard thing."

Neos was particularly furious. He shouted, and the royal guards took Ares away.

Until the heavy doors in front of the Golden Throne slowly closed, Ares and his brother never saw each other again.

He donned the so-called powered armor, which even protected his head.

Judging from its appearance alone, it would likely be mistaken for a champion's attire from a certain warband, while the extraordinary human wears specially made power armor.

Beneath the helmet, Ares revealed a slight smile. It seemed that in the trials of the next forty thousand years, Neos had not yet degenerated to the point of regarding his love for his sons as a cold object or even a condition that compels his sons to do something.

He didn't have time to read the history of the empire; the task his brother gave him was simply to go somewhere, kill something, and that was it.

Otherwise Ares would have realized that the extremely terrible situation he had just imagined did not appear before his eyes not because it had not happened, but because it had already happened and was a thing of the past.

"Alright, I'm going to take a nap. I told you I'd study Hades properly. Wake me up when we get there."

Ares instructed his mortal servants, who were all adorned with the so-called decorations of the state religion, to be a team handpicked by the Lord of Mankind overnight. He even personally manifested his soul in the minds of these mortals, telling them that these were the immortals' dearest friends, once regarded as war gods by human civilization.

To describe the content of His miracle in less riddle-like terms:

Don't worry about any conflict between the existence of the God of War and the doctrines of the state religion. Anyway, I will definitely set the state religion in order when I wake up in the future. You guys hurry up and do your jobs now, so that I can leave some room for you in my future plans.

Otherwise, you will never be allowed to recite the name of the God-Emperor, and your faith will never be accepted.

When the State Religion received this secret mission, they initially thought that due to frequent wars on the human side, a subspace being known as the "God of War" had been born—a pure false god!

They had prepared various exorcism rituals, thinking they were finally going to show off their skills in front of the God Emperor, when they were shaken by psionic shock and vomited all over the ground.

This God of War is actually His Majesty's ancient immortal friend, and the God Emperor needs them to serve this God of War.

Brian, the Anglican pastor leading the team, was about forty or fifty years old. He had a dignified appearance and only a thin layer of hair on his scalp, which was one of the main reasons he was chosen.

The priest bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, is there any ritual or offering required to awaken you?"

Since this god of war is a deity from ancient times, perhaps ancient rituals would be effective.

The state religion has a deep understanding of the history of human sacrifices throughout the ages. Its purpose is not to revive those false gods, but to consider that if one of the identities in the ritual is actually His Majesty's disguise, then using the corresponding sacrifice might be helpful to His Majesty.

The existence of Ares now proves this point. Since Your Majesty's friend is the human god of war, Your Majesty must have been a god at that stage of civilization.

What a pity, it turns out that I am not the first sect or priesthood that His Majesty has established as a god.

So what was the religion that Your Majesty promoted and destroyed the empire's truth more than 10,000 years ago?

Could it be some dark history?

Brian dared not think about it further; those thoughts he had just had were enough to be called blasphemy.

On the cableway leading to the enormous ship, this true deity strolled forward, silent and unresponsive to questions.

A moment later, Ares remembered the fruit wine he had drunk at Neos's house and said:

"Just find some fruit wine, and you can shout my name when the time comes. If I don't wake up, find some psionicists to release psionic shocks at me."

Brian was somewhat disappointed and emphasized, "Is there really no need for any special rituals or dances?"

One of his tasks was to collect the sacrificial contents that His Majesty might have made as an ancient god, and to glean the teachings of those predecessors.

Ares burst into laughter. He had just discovered the speaker function of the power armor helmet and really liked the feeling of the sound being amplified many times over and having strong penetrating power.

"No need. In fact, everything mortals do is the same in our eyes. It's just that your emperor is too lazy, so he secretly manifests himself to ask mortals to provide food. He even specifically requests that mortals cook it well, as he doesn't eat raw food. In return, he will help catch some game or change the weather to grow crops."

"But later on, he didn't even receive any reward; he just waited to be fed. Other gods had temples to run and priests to maintain them. Although his temple was of high status, it was no longer visited by many people."

"So even if there are no offerings, just wake me up."

When Brian realized what he had heard, his first instinct was to cut off his own ear, but unfortunately, His Majesty's past scandals had already been heard and could not be erased now.

How could His Majesty the Divine Emperor be such a despicable person who would do such a thing!

No, the problem must lie with the humans of the past. In the beginning, Your Majesty, as a god, did bestow blessings.

It must have been because humans were unable to provide food that satisfied His Majesty that it was abandoned!

No matter what the mistake is, it can't be the God Emperor's fault. Even if the God Emperor's brother came, it wouldn't work!

Ares was rather oblivious and didn't realize the extent of the impact his casual remarks would have on people living in this distorted era.

He sat peacefully on the throne provided for him atop the massive ship and entered into a deep slumber.

Humans' natural physiological structure is actually unable to achieve a state similar to hibernation; external hibernation technology is necessary.

But the immortals are different; they can truly die of laziness or starvation. Ares only needs to constantly fight against hunger and the electrolyte imbalances that keep appearing in his body, and then forcibly cut off the brain's control over his body, to maintain his vegetative state indefinitely.

The immortals, the eternal answer.

Other life forms have never seen anything like this. The only one they've captured so far is the fifth one, who was part of Erda's dowry. Now she's an important member of the Neos family, so they can't dissect her casually, lest the family think they're going to eat donkey meat hotpot.

Even a glutton like Angron never dared to lay a finger on the fifth brother. Hopefully, after I arrive in the future, my brothers and sisters who are still in the original time will be able to keep their rules and not cause trouble.

Brian began explaining their plan before Ares fell asleep.

Their first target was a transit world that had just begun to be infested with orcs. There were many starport platforms there. After clearing out the orcs, they inorganicized the entire ground and converted it all into landing platforms.

This can also be considered a test of the fighting power of this ancient war god.

After saying that, Ares fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he felt his body falling. The helmet's communication channel was playing a loud recitation of the national religious texts, which sounded like a bunch of mentally ill people confessing their love to their younger brother, using many humble and nauseating words.

As the God of War fell into the battlefield, the first thing that came to mind was actually these kinds of thoughts.

He decided to find some time later to give these state monks, his brother's clergy, a proper lesson.

The relationship between the two should be balanced, with each party getting what it needs. Always adopting a subservient stance will only make one a worthless party.

Bang!

On the battlefield, a Greenskin clan is welcoming the landing of a powerful adversary.

In the minds of these happy old guys, whenever the shrimp are defeated, a medium-sized shrimp dressed in scrap metal will fall from the sky. These shrimp are usually more powerful than the small shrimp that flash laser pointers, making them suitable opponents for their daily happiness.

The battle with the previous small shrimp couldn't even make them wag their weight enough; canned shrimp are much more fun.

After the shrimp's lines were torn apart and cut off at will, they finally got to see these canned goods fall from the sky.

Wait, why is there only one?

Moreover, instead of large cans containing tin cans, they simply threw down a tin can.

Even the lowest-ranking green-skinned mechanic knows that when launching a comrade, you should think about hitting the enemy.

Have these human bastards lost their minds today, abandoning their warriors like this?

They didn't even manage to hit a single orc.

That's right, the Orks didn't consider the safety of dropping a power armor unit directly without using an orbital drop pod; instead, they were more concerned about whether their minions were having kidney problems and hadn't aimed properly at any Orcs.

They were extremely disappointed, and some orcs who hadn't waghed in a long time even squeezed out a few tears to mourn the battle that had never taken place.

Then a little boy yelled, "He's alive! He's alive!"

Ares was thrown down without any protection and died instantly. Only after his body was revived did he realize that he was on the battlefield.

These green-skinned, menacing-looking creatures of all sizes, wielding weapons that appear to be cobbled together from inferior materials, should be the targets of the first battlefield.

Orcs, also known as Greenskins.

“Oooooohh ...

Ares climbed out of the crater he had smashed into the ground, stood up straight, and clenched his fists. He was not armed, but instead had psionic chains and sharp blades forming at their tips.

"Waaaaaagh—!"

The orcs responded excitedly to the God of War's roar, mimicking his posture, but they were disappointed to find no weapons materializing out of thin air.

Orcs have seen psionic creatures before, but they all use magic.

This is the first time I've seen a weapon condensed from psionic energy. Such a pure aura of a powerful being! Kids, give him a Wagh!

Chapter 461 The Good-Tempered, Never-Hissing Old Lion (3K)

"Ares is the name of the Empire's special operations force against the orc scourge, characterized by its unique operational methods that do not require post-battle surface cleanup."

It is said that when the psionic battle spirit defeated the orcs, it extinguished the "wagh" energy necessary for the orc spores to grow. However, whether this is the true reason remains inconclusive.

—The Imperial Encyclopedia: Orcs

However, the above record is for the future. Ares is still playing God of War now, and he will only suffer when he encounters Warboss.

But the Dark Lord, the Lord of Mankind, who sits high on his throne, is already laughing at the prospect of such a future.

Those records, whose origins are unknown, were described in my ear.

His and Aaron's countless efforts finally yielded a real hope.

(Black King: Yes, Messiah and I were killing each other indiscriminately.)

Or perhaps it's because they gloat over Ares's hair always wearing away and turning him bald when he uses his ultimate ability.

Macedonia, 599 BC.

Andar was carried away by Erda and disappeared into the temple's basement, supposedly to help him find the exact time when Ares was lost.

But even after Anda begged and pleaded with the Black King to the extreme, he still received no response.

The Emperor's self is unreachable, and the Black King's self is cool and silent.

Anda ultimately chose to give up, no longer able to use that excuse to avoid being exploited by Erda.

On the ground, since no one cared about the couple anyway, Erda deliberately left Aaron on the ground to interact with the aunts and uncles.

She knew perfectly well that Aaron would not abandon his family and leave, and was even hoping that some of his foolish brothers and sisters would try to take Aaron away again, which would lead to action.

In this way, I would have a legitimate reason to vent my anger once again and slaughter these people until the blood flowed like a river!

Alas, it's a pity these people aren't bold enough today. They only made these suggestions verbally, and after Aaron rejected them, they didn't mention them again.

What a bunch of cowards.

Anda, who was working hard, noticed Erda's distraction and asked in confusion, "What's going on outside?"

Erda snorted coldly, "Don't talk, continue."

Before the temple, order was slowly being restored. The servants of Erda were directing the guards from the palace with surprising ease. It was said that King Philip had become a puppet of the temple, and the Temple of the Sun was the true master of Macedonia.