Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"But once you set limits for yourself, you'll likely feel that the world is empty, civilization is meaningless, and only death brings eternity."

Upon hearing this, Satan blushed slightly and, with an embarrassed expression, said:

"I bear a little bit of responsibility for this. It was my fault for mentioning it out of turn. Since it doesn't violate any rules, it doesn't mean I have to take responsibility. Anyway, I didn't do anything wrong, so I might as well focus more on self-realization."

"I don't know what they saw, but the entire civilization was fine one moment, and then it crashed headlong into self-destruction the next."

He still wanted to get rid of the blame he was carrying first; the main reason was what the Keplerian civilization saw at the end.

Satan himself is a figure who guides people to drift through life without psychological burdens or high moral standards.

In terms of self-actualization, you can pursue a career path or engage in art; whatever makes you happy is fine.

Aaron simply smiled, stretched out his hand, and imagined transforming Satan's body into the shape of the little elf the old man had told him about, with wings sprouting from its back so it could fly beside him. He laughed:

"I understand, I'll ask Luo Jia."

Satan circled around Aaron's left ear, flapping his wings wearily, and asked:

"Can I lean on your shoulder for a while? I've never been this tired before. By the way, how can you contact your brother?"

Aaron nodded and said, "Whatever, just don't let your horns poke me. As for how to contact Luo Jia, there's no need to, he'll show up on his own."

As soon as he finished speaking, the once boundless and non-existent edge of the dry desert was instantly shrunk and stretched to Aaron's feet, and just one step outside was a metal room.

Aaron stepped out and looked back. He realized that what he had just seen was just a desert backdrop, but only the size of a small room. The sky was just a blue background wallpaper and ceiling curtain.

The desert on the ground was also piled up with sand, not enough to accommodate many people, and there were still the butt prints of Satan sitting there.

creak—clusters—

The door to the room opened with a click, gears turned, and sure enough, Luo Jia was already waiting outside, holding two bottles of chilled juice.

One bottle was opened directly with a straw, while the other was sealed with a cap.

Satan, extremely familiar with the task, wanted to fly over, and said:

"Oh dear, is this prepared for me? It's so hot in here, even I, a demon, can hardly stand it."

Loka swatted Satan away with one hand, came to his brother, and smiled:

“I guess you don’t need these, after all, you’re practically unaffected by our time together.”

"But these juices are from grapes I picked myself, and they taste different from the grape wines you usually drink. You can take another bottle home."

Aaron took the cup; it was as big as two hands could hold, and it would take a long time to finish it in one go.

He took a sip and was very satisfied. It tasted much better than the fruit wine of his time, and the old man would definitely like it.

There were tables and chairs in the room. The two brothers sat down, and Satan obediently flew to the table and stood there, respectfully saying:

"Brother, I've explained everything I can. Please talk to Luo Jia and ask him to release me."

Aaron, however, was not in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Loka and asked:

"What's the point of arresting him? Aside from being a bit of a chatterbox, I don't see any value in him. Are you suggesting he become a psychologist?"

Luo Jia shook his head and said, "That won't do. It will wear down the team's fighting strength and weaken the bonds between people. And it's not just one; I need to catch 666 to piece together the truth."

Aaron was surprised and looked at the demon in front of him: "There are so many of them? Are they all named Satan? He doesn't seem to be the chaotic demon we know."

Loka explained, "It may also originate from chaos, but it doesn't belong to the authority of those four ancient beings, and it may not be related to the gods who later occupied other positions. I suspect it's related to the ancient beliefs of Terra, which I understand."

Aaron laughed and said, "I know this well. I've seen many gods from mythology, from all over the world."

Luo Jia was amused by his brother's reaction and said:

"Unfortunately, what comes after your time is what appears after your death."

They do not shy away from discussing this topic.

Upon hearing these words, Satan jumped up, stood on the table, and shouted, "I told you the name Satan existed before me, as did those thoughts. I merely followed my emotions."

"So I'm innocent!"

Aaron finished his chilled juice, turned the glass upside down, and placed it over Satan's head. The glass was made of transparent material, but it was very good at blocking out sound, so he no longer had to listen to the noise.

He pointed to the little gadget and asked:

"If all 666 Satans were gathered, would he be in great danger? Or would he have some special purpose? Or is it just something to prove that human will came first, and then those things in the warp?"

When we first arrived in Macedonia, my parents discussed whether the chicken or the egg came first, a question that is now impossible to answer, as previous human civilizations had already confused the subspace.

Now, Loka is exploring who influenced whom first, and this finding may help humanity completely end the problem of subspace contamination of reality that has existed for tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years.

Luo Jia sighed, "We can't be sure for now. Let's gather all the information first. We'll work backward from Satan to figure out which god human civilization believed in during that period."

Aaron laughed heartily: "I think if that god corresponds to Satan, he might not be a good thing either. Besides, if His faith has existed long enough, you can find Satan, who corresponds to Him, but you can't find that god."

Chapter 472 Aaron 40K's First Battle (3K)

Luo Jia always had that ambiguous smile on his face as he reached out and took the cup away.

Satan could clearly hear what Aaron had just said, and he knelt down with a thud:

"No way, according to my limited memories, I was just a tool, not a god. All those connections are with my father. My father is omniscient and omnipotent."

Lojia shrugged and said, "I guess it has something to do with my father. Before the unification of Terra, he destroyed all traces of the past religions, and not many people remember the story of that god anymore."

Aaron picked up Satan again, examined him in his hand, and sighed:

"That's a real shame, it doesn't even have a name anymore."

Satan tried to struggle but couldn't break free, as if some will was altering his thoughts.

Because Aaron wanted to control him, his body and even his soul were conforming to that will, which was absolutely terrifying.

But Satan still muttered, "It's hard to say. Perhaps the word 'God' is His name itself."

After observing it, Aaron put Satan down. The size of the little figure should be adjusted again so that when making toy figures for Angron in the future, he would know what size is most suitable for playing with, and it would also be easier to paint.

If the structure is too small, it's hard to handle; if the mechanism is too large, it's easy to grab the leg and swing it like a hammer.

As for the topic of the god corresponding to Satan that Loka mentioned, he had no thoughts on it.

Some even think that the old man might have decided to change his identity and become another god after his death.

Then he did many heinous things that were recorded, and now, in order to become the emperor of mankind and save the world, he wants to erase all these records.

To avoid letting people know that the emperor had a stain on his record or—or that it was just a joke in unofficial history.

Yes, he's capable of doing something like that.

As for putting it on himself, Aaron never even considered it.

Luo Jia said that this was a product born after his death, and no matter how much he planned, it was impossible for it to happen to him.

"By the way, is there anything to eat? I drank too much earlier, and I'm still hungry."

Aaron offered to bring some food since he had come all this way.

Luo Jia shook his head and laughed, "We only have some supplies distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Our food standards are very low. For a period of time, even the mortal army ate better than us. Our supplies can hardly be called food."

"But if you're interested, I can find some canned food. Ah, canned food."

Aaron nodded and said, "Sure, although the Ray that Xiao Pei gave us has canned food on it, Father said that there are actually different flavors and types of meat, so I can collect some of each."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jia snapped his fingers, golden light flashing in his eyes. Without muttering any incantations, he finished giving his orders when the divine light dissipated:

"I'll pack some of each kind, hoping Xiao An will enjoy them. I'm so envious; you think of your family."

His tone was somewhat wistful, as he had personally escorted Angron back.

Aaron stood up, fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the purple scale that had been stuck in Ryan's face, and handed it to Loga:

“I’ll take that as a complaint. But I always carry items I’ve collected from various eras in my waist pocket. Here, this is for you.”

Luo Jia smiled and took it, placing it on the table in front of him, and said with a smile:

“The Primarchs’ thinking is not actually like what Father designed; they are not capable of completely rational thought. We are even inferior to the Astartes; they do not consider themselves human. But Father thought we were the same as the Astartes, yet he allowed us to call him Father.”

Aaron's answer to this question was simple, almost instinctive:

"Just don't treat him like a person. Don't listen to him claiming every day that he is the pinnacle of human wisdom. He just lives a long life."

A look of understanding appeared in Luo Jia's eyes, and he said seriously:

“Understood. I will relay these words to the other brothers. It seems that I am indeed not as good as Peturabo. He can accurately distinguish when His Majesty is a father and when he is an old man. We brothers cannot do that yet.”

Previously, I only heard my older brother talk about all sorts of inhuman stories about our father.

But it was just a joke, and I never really connected it with the current human emperor.

After all, the emperor's great achievements are evident to all.

It seems they are still not enlightened enough, and have not realized this point.

If you don't treat the thing on the throne as a person, all the logical problems that were previously incomprehensible will be solved.

Satan was dizzy from listening; he had only obtained basic information about the current state of the human empire from Loka.

There was a powerful, golden-armored giant who fathered many children, each of whom had a legion of genetic offspring. They then conquered the galaxy and reclaimed the human empire.

Knowing this is also to compare the physical constitution and religious culture of humans in past eras that Satan might know.

Unfortunately, Satan, one in 666, was far too incompetent, so Loka didn't explain much to him.

Satan reached out tentatively to attract Aaron's attention, thinking that this little bald guy was the one most worthy of clinging to.

A single sentence from Aaron could determine whether he could live a good life under the bald man's roof, or even avoid the final fate of being annihilated.

“Little guy, what do you want to say?” Aaron poked Satan with his finger, knocking him to the ground.

It's a bit of a perverse pleasure, but that's what he wanted to do, just like when he first took down those little brats who were spreading rumors.

"I would like to ask what titles you use to address the Lord of Mankind, because in the memories I am gradually piecing together, I remember that the kings of Mankind did not end up well, and most of them suffered because of blasphemy."

Satan dared not dodge, and plopped down on the table, hurriedly trying to explain.

Aaron didn't take it seriously and casually said:

"That's perfect. The old man has enjoyed so much good fortune; it's time he suffered a bit. As for blasphemy, it certainly won't be for that reason. In my time, he was the King of Gods, the Father of all gods. What god would he blaspheme? He blasphemed himself!"

Luo Jia wiped the sweat from his forehead. The room should have been cool by now that the psionic illusion had dissipated. How could he, as the Primarch, be sweating?

Now it seems this guy has the potential to become a real old man, with his ability to spout nonsense.