Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, no one had any objections to this thing, after all, the sun god was a being who truly demonstrated miracles.

This thing is a deterrent; which country would dare to invade in the future?

Unfortunately, the Macedonians failed to learn much from the history of Troy, which showed that when gods clashed, it was mortals who died.

Although the result was that Agamemnon was assassinated, Odysseus was exiled, and many heroes met tragic ends.

But these were all acts of revenge by the petty gods after the destruction of Troy; these anthropomorphic beings still couldn't save Troy.

What will become of Macedonia next?

These were not things Aaron needed to worry about at the moment. He was more interested in watching the red, blue, green, and purple banners being hung up and arranged in a certain order around the statue of the sun god.

These colors troubled him somewhat, as if they were a sudden recurrence of the behavior that had emerged after that small-scale "end and death" at the Macedonian royal palace.

At least so far, there has been no sign of the corruption of chaos; after all, you can't expect humans to have a stress response to four colors so early on.

He recalled the few words his father had ever spoken:

What they need to do is protect the freedom of human beings to think, so that no thought in the mind will lead to terrible disaster.

At that moment, Aaron was surrounded by many immortals in the center of the temple steps. The sunlight in the sky parted the slowly dissipating sea of ​​lightning and fell down like a gentle veil of light, illuminating the entire area around the building.

No matter where people's gazes begin, they will eventually converge on Aaron, and yet it doesn't feel abrupt at all, as if it were always meant to be this way.

"Uncles and aunts, you can go back and rest first. We can discuss various matters at the banquet tonight."

Aaron smiled and urged the elders to go back first, at least to change their clothes.

Now they are all covered in blood. Although they have no wounds after being resurrected, the dust and bloodstains are still there.

Most of the people looked as if they had just been stabbed to death and then stood up again; the atmosphere was really inappropriate.

After persuading everyone to go back, Aaron casually placed Xiao An in Uncle Apollo's arms and asked him to help give Xiao An a bath as well.

I suddenly felt sleepy, not from the sleep I had deliberately brought on in order to find Xiao An in my dream, but from that familiar sleepiness that comes with the thought of meeting my brother.

Apollo held the innocent and adorable little An in his arms, unsure of what to say. He could only walk shakily, as if holding a bowl full of hot water, afraid to spill a drop.

Xiao An quite liked the way this uncle glowed, and said:

“Uncle Apollo, your light is a little brighter than Uncle Helios’s, and Little An likes it very much!”

The god's face at this moment was anything but radiant, let alone worthy of being called the sun.

He didn't even dare to pinch Xiao An's cheeks, worried that if he pulled, the skin underneath would be torn off, leaving a bloody mess.

"Sigh, never mind, take a shower first. You don't need to worry about food and drink tonight, the temple staff will take care of it, so you don't need to go to the kitchen."

He did remember that his little nephew liked to cook, but the taste was really hard to describe; it would have been fine if there weren't many other food options.

If there are other foods available, it's better to eat something good.

Aaron fought off his sleepiness and went to a room to rest. Almost the instant he closed his eyes, a powerful force threw him into the air.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a purple wasteland, having been thrown dozens of meters into the air and plummeting rapidly.

But realizing this was a dream, he immediately relaxed and watched himself fall. Just then, he saw a demigod wearing power armor and a helmet with towering wings on both sides.

He was wielding a massive steel sword with one hand, slaughtering all the monsters with crab-like claw-like arms that were standing nearby.

It's really strange. These monsters don't have any arthropod limbs growing on their legs, and the surrounding environment doesn't look like the ocean. So what are these hands for?

As Aaron pondered this, he didn't even imagine that he would fall safely to the ground and be caught by the armored giant.

“Although I could handle these things with one hand, you’ve come at a really bad time, Aaron.”

The voice beneath the helmet belonged to the old lion, Ryan.

However, lately he doesn't seem to have that deep-seated weariness he used to have. It's like he's gone from being a frail old man to a well-maintained one.

This nimble teacher can move his weapon freely on the battlefield, allowing his sword to appear in directions that the enemy cannot defend against.

Even though the sword hilt was still firmly in his hand, it looked as if he was wielding the sword with psionic power, and he tore the demons in front of him to pieces in no time.

After the teacher finished off the enemy, he sat down on the ground without any regard for appearances and took off his helmet.

Suddenly, tiny figures dressed in green robes appeared out of nowhere, took the helmet, and disappeared.

Ryan had a new scar on his face, which looked like it was healing quickly.

But there happened to be a small thing stuck inside, and I only have time to deal with it now.

Unfortunately, his fingers were far too large for the little creature, so he could only reluctantly turn his face away and say:

"Help me pull it out. Although it won't hurt me and it will come out on its own after a while, it's really uncomfortable to have this thing stuck inside."

He rarely wore a helmet before; he usually just wore a hood.

During this trip, they were unexpectedly attacked by these Slaanesh demons, who slapped something poisonous on their faces.

When that giant face came closer, some people with weak wills thought they would be bitten and eaten.

Only Aaron went forward and hugged it without any hesitation, then used his own hands to pull out the purple thing that looked like scales or stones.

He vaguely heard some little green-robed figure jumping around and making babbling sounds.

In the eyes of those little green-robed people, these cleanup tasks used to be their job, but now this human has appeared and taken away a lot of their work.

From simply building houses to now directly competing with them for people—

After a while, will all the little green-robed men have to change their identities and become this guy's servants?

If Ruth were here to see this, she would just laugh out loud. Could the Primarch really not even squeeze out a small pebble with his facial muscle control?

Aren't you deliberately trying to get Aaron close to you? You old lion, that was quite a scheme.

Aaron was quite interested in the thing in his hand; he liked collecting these things and tossing them together with the previous fragments of undead structures.

The teacher carefully reminded her, "Skin contact is fine for now, but be careful not to let it get inside your body."

Aaron nodded and said, "I understand, but even harmful things have their uses."

He needed something that was a bit troublesome, but not too dangerous.

When I have some free time later, I'll swipe it across the old man's face and stick it into his skin.

(Slaanesh: yessyes!)

After Aaron finished packing, he asked a question, looking around at the surroundings. Every planet in this galaxy looked strange and wonderful.

Where are you going this time? Have your legions been assembled?

Upon hearing this, the old lion turned his head away and sighed:

"Did Father send you to urge me? I had a dream not long ago that the entire galaxy needed me."

Aaron shook his head, his tone wicked and seductive: "No, but I guess it's close enough. Not all problems require us to be fully prepared before we can face them. While that old man is sitting on his throne and can't move, you should seize this opportunity to go back and beat him up."

The old lion could only smile helplessly: "My father's power is far beyond our comprehension. I have suffered quite a few losses at his hands. I guess Guilliman did consider doing this when he first met him."

"Alright, let's not talk about that discouraging thing. I'm about to make some food. You can try it if you're interested."

During his journey, Ryan also learned many skills, or rather, awakened these abilities from the Primarch's body.

Moreover, he believes it tastes much better than Xiao An's cooking in his memory.

Aaron said regretfully, "It's a pity there's a banquet tonight, with all my aunts and uncles there. I wish I could take you with me."

Chapter 462 Two Bosses, Aaron and Ryan (3K)

Ryan burst into laughter:

"The life of the good old days is no longer suitable for an old man like me. Even compared to the immortals of your time, I may not have lived any shorter lifespan."

He's not a child who thinks about banquets all the time.

Aaron chuckled and said, "I've heard Astartes say that you may have just been asleep for ten thousand years. Although you look like an old man, you haven't really lived for ten thousand years. You may not even be as old as Guilliman in terms of mental age."

Ryan's expression changed drastically in an instant: "Who said that! I remember every single time we've met clearly. None of the Astartes who have met you dare to say such things!"

Aaron shrugged and said, "Don't worry about that. Just don't think about punishing others. You're already so old. Getting angry all the time will only make you age faster. If the empire is pacified and you're standing next to that old man, people will think you're the father. That old man is petty and will take revenge on you."

The old lion looked sullen. He had tried to pretend to be magnanimous, but in the end, he still had to worry about his old age.

He didn't even realize how difficult the preliminary goal of "pacifying the empire" mentioned by his brother was, but it seemed that the moment his brother said it, it became a possibility.

Ryan simply sighed:

“Then just send over some wine from the past. I didn’t quite understand why Russ drank so often before. He couldn’t get drunk at all, but he would pretend to be drunk and act crazy. Now I understand. Sometimes you don’t need to actually get drunk to escape the current difficulties. You just need to make others believe that you are drunk.”

Aaron was puzzled by Ryan's conclusions: "Does this have anything to do with Ruth? I do know where he is, but I haven't figured out how to save him yet."

He had heard Ruth's name from many of his brothers and had even met him once, so he knew about the predicament Ruth was facing.

That younger brother truly had a personality completely different from the other brothers; it was hard to say whether he was immersed in that environment or consciously involved in it.

It's like everyone has fallen into a cesspool; some are busy climbing out, while others are maliciously trying to pull others down.

Only Ruth could truly enjoy it; he certainly hated it, but that didn't stop him from laughing out loud in it.

Aaron began to recount his encounter with Ruth, which made Ryan aware of the wolf's plight.

The old lion was so happy he wanted to stand up and walk around laughing, but he was worried that laughing while sitting would break the rock he was leaning against.

"If you start preparing the food to rescue Ruth, be sure to come find me, Aaron. I need to add something to it."

After Ryan finished laughing wildly, he knelt down on one knee, looked at his brother's face, and spoke earnestly, word by word.

There's no need to worry about the old lion poisoning things; his purpose must be to rescue Ruth. It's just that the big husky doesn't need to eat anything good, no matter how it tastes.

Aaron nodded, looking very pleased. Ryan now finally resembled the young Ryan he remembered.

However, young Ryan spent most of his time messing with Little Pei and cleaning up after her excessive behavior.

Old Ryan seems to be more like someone who had something happen between him and Ruth in the past.

Aaron suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Dorn's psionic projections have traveled back in time to meet Father before. Since time in the warp is chaotic, why not try your Shadow Forest, even if it's just to go back and meet Father, Mother, and Aunts and Uncles?"

Ryan simply took it as Aaron's hope for a better life, a fundamental aspect of his older brother's character. Aaron always believed that a bright future would definitely come, and he didn't argue with that. He simply said:

"Then let's give it a try. But my so-called 'going back to the past' is only because my childhood self is there. If I go directly back to 40,000 years ago, I'm afraid there won't be any anchor point connecting us."

"So what should we do? Don't worry, even if we fail, it's not a big deal. You can just send over some food from the banquet. Father has only lost a little hair. I remember he had a lot of hair. Even now that he looks like that, with his bones showing, his hair is still stubbornly growing on his head."

Seeing that Ryan was willing to try, Aaron was about to speak, but after looking around, he quickly said: