Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

That story was created only about half a year ago; it is the story of Medusa.

It seems that the problem with Mendis has nothing to do with the recently created myth of Medusa.

Aaron said goodbye to the old storyteller, thinking that he should spend the next few days shopping and wandering around.

Even small places have their own attractions.

Anyway, it's something that locals are used to and don't think much of, but it only has value when outsiders come.

He hadn't gone far from the riverbank when he encountered another disturbance. In the distance, he saw a large group of fishermen beating and suppressing some unfortunate fellow.

There was someone nearby holding a child and comforting him—hmm? That little kid looks like his younger brother!

Aaron quickened his pace, not even considering that if Xiao An was being held, then who was the person being beaten on the ground?

He ran over quickly, calling out, "Xiao An, what happened?"

Chapter 476 A Severe Strike to Adachi's Abdomen (3K)

"Aaron, save me!"

Anda strained to spit out the tape in his mouth and roared.

A hand reaches out from the crowd, a stubborn arm that refuses to succumb to fate, raised high.

It represents the will to never give up hope, no matter what kind of predicament one is in.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years later, there might still be an unwilling son pulling him away. The son of the present era had no intention of rescuing him; he simply hugged Xiao An, packed up the Sigma automatic fishing machine, and was about to leave.

The uncle holding Xiao An didn't even need Xiao An to call him "brother" before he had already accepted Aaron's identity and handed him over with peace of mind.

Sigh, some people are obviously good just by looking at them. Others, no matter how handsome or beautiful, are still bad people.

Let the old man get a beating, it will improve his blood circulation and make him more human-like.

Anda was gradually buried by the crowd, and his outstretched hand was pulled back, leaving helpless scratch marks on the ground.

From then on, no sound was heard again, only endless silence remained.

Fortunately, Marum arrived in time, shouting that he was a temple priest and that he would immediately take this sinner, who had been bewitched by the demon, to atone for his sins!

With Marum's robust physique and resolute expression, no one doubted his righteousness as he handed over Anda, who was tightly bound, to Marum.

Aside from having her face touched a few times, Anda didn't suffer any major damage.

“Master, Aaron called me here. He said you were in danger.”

Before the old man could start cursing, Marum said, "Ultramen never lie."

Aaron just wanted to teach the old man a lesson, not actually want him to be abused. If he were pushed to the limit and blew up the entire Mendis, it would be a huge loss.

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son! I always knew that none of my sons could be trusted; I could only trust myself!"

Anda was carried on Marum's shoulder, covered in sweat, his lips parched and his mouth dry, his fists clenched tightly.

The more humiliation he suffered, the more he understood that his sons could not be trusted. Once they had free will, he would be abandoned sooner or later, even as their father.

"How about I turn Aaron into stone, make him into a statue, and solidify his life force? Then I'll find a ditch in the Himalayas and bury him there. Tens of thousands of years later, when his brother wants to see his brother, he can dig him up, look at him, and then bury him back down."

Anda began muttering these evil plans under his breath.

Marum, adhering to the duties of a steward, advised:

"I advise you not to do this, sir. People will die."

Anda sneered, "So what if a few of my sons die?"

Marum said seriously, "I mean, you will die."

Anda was puzzled. He was an immortal being, how could he die? He said disdainfully:

"Oh, I was just saying that. You can make a statue of Aaron, but I can't turn a person into stone. I'm not some kind of demon. By the way, is dinner ready at home? I'm starving."

Marum was relieved to know that the master had only said something in anger because he was unhappy, and then said:

"The ingredients have been purchased. We will stay in Mendis for three days before setting off. Initial reconnaissance has not revealed any traces of demons in the area."

Anda laughed out loud and said, "You can even detect these traces? I thought you Ultramarines were all psionic Muggles. If the demon hadn't shown up for you to fight, you wouldn't even know where it was."

Marum ignored the taunts and simply suggested, "If you are worried, sir, you can investigate for yourself."

The old man waved his hand, his voice suddenly becoming weak and feeble: "I... I'm too old to move. I'll get a good night's sleep after dinner tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to change my appearance and use Sigma to regain face in front of these fishermen."

While they were talking, Marum had already rushed to the yard where Aaron was renting a place. He threw the old man on the ground and began to help him put away his luggage.

He didn't forget to report to the true head of the household: "Aaron, the master has been brought back safely."

Aaron simply nodded and hummed in agreement, too lazy to even look.

"Xiao An, light the stove. After dinner tonight, get some rest. Tomorrow I'll take you out to explore this little town."

Xiao An rushed into the kitchen, looking at the chimney with some disappointment. It wasn't blocked, indicating that the family had kept the rental property in a fairly good condition.

Only the old man remained, crawling on the ground towards the fifth son.

"Sigh, old friend, it's just the two of us left. Let the younger generation take care of this family."

The fifth brother, who was chewing on his hay, turned his head away and didn't react to Anda. What old buddy? I may look like an old donkey, but I have a long life ahead of me and I'm far from old.

When Anda saw that even their donkey ignored him, he got so angry that he rolled into Lao Wu's straw shed and took over Lao Wu's sleeping spot.

If Lao Wu were a dog, then it would be Anda and another dog fighting over the same spot.

Anda didn't get up until dinner was served. He stretched and crawled out of bed. It seemed that after Marum threw him to the ground, he had forgotten how to walk. Only his arms were still mobile.

Or perhaps the fisherman sat on her back, damaging her nerves.

He struggled to climb onto the chair, straightened his body, and began to eat voraciously.

The first rule of eating for primitive people was to stuff the largest amount into their mouths as quickly as possible to ensure they wouldn't go hungry.

Aaron couldn't help but sigh, "Father, how did you develop this eating habit? Didn't Grandfather teach you anything when he was still alive?"

He worried that his grandfather was also a biological father like his father, which made him deeply concerned about the inheritance of the family's genes.

The old man wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked up, his face greasy, and stammered:

"No, that's not it. It's just that I was younger than you when your grandfather died, and then I started wandering. At that time, I had no idea that I was an immortal. I had to stuff whatever food I saw into my mouth to avoid starving to death."

"It wasn't until I met Erda and that bunch of cronies that I realized the power I possessed. If only I had just jumped into the river or off a cliff every time I was about to starve to death, why did I have such a strong will to survive back then? I remember the feeling of hunger for the rest of my life."

This was the first time the old man had talked about his past mindset. Those experiences shaped Adachi into who he is today. Although he doesn't have a morbid obsession with food, he eats as if he's fighting for food, afraid that if he eats this meal, he won't have another one.

Just as Aaron was about to feel some sympathy, realizing that even the most hateful person has a pitiable side, he heard a commotion coming from the street outside.

Mendis is sparsely populated, and people live in close proximity. Anything that happens outside can immediately attract everyone's attention.

The old man is also a bit of a gossip; as long as it's not related to him, he likes to stay in a dark corner and watch others suffer.

He is a combination of laziness and diligence.

This time, he even grabbed a stool and ran to the wall, climbed up, braced himself against the wall with both hands, and cautiously peered out, already describing the scene he saw outside:

"Sigh, it's my favorite kind of fight, pulling hair and clothes. It's so cold in winter, but these guys can still fight until they're shirtless. It's so much fun."

"Are they catching a thief or what? Why are they hitting him so hard? Ouch, beat him up, kick his calf!"

"Damn it, three against one and you still lost! The other guy's clothes were just a little torn, but how come your hands are covered in blood, and it's all your own blood? A bunch of useless trash!"

Anda became increasingly distressed as he watched, wishing he could join in, but fearing that the Khorne film would turn into a Slaanesh film, he abandoned his earlier adventurous thoughts.

Xiao An walked over with his bowl. He ate slowly, enjoying every bite. He looked up and asked curiously:

"Dad, what's happening outside?"

Anda didn't turn his head and said briefly, "It's probably about catching a thief, but three people can't beat one. The thief's skin is like stone; when others hit him, they end up hurting their own hands."

Xiao An's thought process was rather scattered, and his little face feigned a sorrowful expression:

"If other livestock also grow flesh that looks like stones, does that mean we can't eat them? I'm worried I might break my teeth if I try to eat one."

Anda finally turned her gaze away from the commotion outside and looked at her son with a kind expression:

"Don't worry, you have a strong jaw; you can bite into many grades of concrete directly."

He tapped on the wall in front of him, giving an example, or even trying to entice Xiao An to bite the wall, when he saw his youngest son, as if sensing some danger, quickly jump back and hide behind his older brother and uncle.

The next moment, a series of cracking sounds were heard, and the wall that was supporting them in front of them shattered.

Then, Anda's stomach was hit by the head that smashed through the wall, and he was sent flying and crashed onto the dining table.

Marum did not take any action to protect the master, naturally because his priority was to protect Aaron from the impact. He stood in front of Aaron even when the fragments of the wall were still flying in the air.

As for Xiao An, there's even less to worry about. How could the Primarch get hurt over something so trivial?

Sure enough, the shards hit Xiao An but didn't even hurt his face, and it didn't hurt at all. On the contrary, Anda was covered by a bunch of shards, which rubbed against his face and body, and he cried out in pain.

He clutched his stomach; the impact from the iron head had really made his stomach hurt, especially after all the food he had just stuffed in!

Anda's abdomen contracted, and he was about to turn to the side as the contents of his esophagus rushed wildly toward his throat.

Just one word from him at this moment would leave Xiao An with a psychological trauma she would never forget.

Upon seeing Xiao An's innocent yet terrified eyes, Anda suppressed the urge and forcefully spun around, unleashing a shower of sprays that splashed everyone equally.

Of course, he got the most wet.

"Ugh—finally I don't feel bad anymore. I just ate, how come I'm hungry again?"

He unconsciously licked his face and hands, and then felt another wave of nausea.

Chapter 477 The Curse of Non-Chaos Contamination (3K)

"Petrification has been detected. There have been instances of enemies with petrification damage in past chapter records."

Before the vomit could land, Marum activated his power armor, reached out and pulled Aaron away to drift a distance, explaining the threat he had detected.

"I bet when I'm brushing the fifth one tonight, I'll have to throw my father and Xiao An into the bucket of water too."

Aaron looked at the scene in the center of the courtyard. He wasn't surprised by his family's disgraceful state, but rather felt sorry that their rented house, which was originally quite clean, had ended up in such a state not long after it was cleaned.

“Marum, first try to plug up the broken wall. I don’t really believe that my father would still be attractive in front of everyone under these circumstances, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

He calmed down and dealt with the most troublesome matter first, before turning his attention to the stone-like brown scales on the surface of his body, which were hard as stone and had dried up from the stratum corneum, but did not crack or break apart.