Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron was very disappointed and said regretfully:

"I thought you were greedy and lazy, and that you must have some bad thoughts in your mind, but I didn't expect you to have no reaction at all."

The old man reached out and lifted Xiao An from Aaron's arms, letting him ride on his shoulders, and chuckled:

“I am a very good person, there is no one more kind-hearted than me. On the contrary, it is you, son, who makes wild guesses and questions your own father. Be careful that you don’t encounter ghosts when you walk at night.”

"Sigh, you can't expect something that harms people to help you distinguish between moral high and low, can you?"

He made no attempt to mock his son's idea, saying that if things went this way, the four gods would become fully automatic judgment machines that reward good and punish evil, and there wouldn't be so many troubles.

Aaron, too lazy to bother with the old man any longer, seeing that none of the despicable people present had triggered the statue's anomaly, could only conclude:

“There are two possibilities now. One is that this thing is indeed contamination, but there just happens to be a buffer period between each release, so there is a clear interval between each theft. So now it is a buffer period, and even Marum cannot detect anything unusual.”

"Secondly, the product itself is fine; the problem lies elsewhere, which we haven't found yet."

Angron, perched on the old man's shoulders, clapped his hands, thankfully not thinking that slapping his father's face would make a louder noise.

"Brother is so amazing! So smart!"

Adachi was dissatisfied and said arrogantly:

"What's so great about this? Isn't this something everyone here could have thought of? So let's go home now. If the next pollution event really happens in a few months, what does it have to do with our family?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the gate: "Go home and sleep! As long as no one in this place has any bad intentions to steal, no one will suffer because of this, isn't that great?"

Aaron and Marum walked behind, making sure to put Antigone on the makeshift bed and cover him with clothes so he wouldn't freeze to death in the middle of the night.

Aaron felt there were still some clues to be found, and looked at Marum:

"We can ask tomorrow where the news that this statue is very valuable came from. Logically speaking, the locals' knowledge of valuable items shouldn't be that accurate, and there are also boxes containing gold and silver jewelry in other rooms."

"There is no need for people to leave something of clear value untouched and instead steal a statue that has already brought misfortune to previous thieves."

Marum pondered:

"Perhaps those gold and silver treasures are all listed, and sooner or later their owners will come to search for them. This place is remote and suitable for refugees, and it is also the final destination for many shipwrecked ships."

"As for this statue, its owner has probably passed away. Whoever has the means to sell it—by the way, it's not just the news that the statue is valuable, but also who will buy it."

Aaron thought to himself that Astartes' mind worked faster than his own; before he could even deduce this much, Marum had already laid out the network of relationships in a straightforward manner.

He said, "If we still haven't obtained the key information by the time we leave on the third day, we'll have no choice but to risk stealing the statue ourselves and see what it will attract."

Marum laughed and said, "There's no need to take such a risk. Perhaps we can spread the word that the master has lost all his assets at the casino and even mortgaged his son to be a slave. He urgently needs money to tide him over. Maybe someone will come to our door and ask us to steal the statue."

Aaron chuckled to himself, thinking that the Ultra Warriors weren't as incapable of adapting to changing circumstances as his father had described.

See, isn't that pretty cunning?

Aaron laughed, "It's one thing to mortgage your son, but I can only pity the fifth son. But how can such a small town have a casino?"

Marum nodded and said, “Wine, women, wealth, and power are what people need, but you’re right, a donkey is indeed worth more than a three-year-old child, at least here.”

Anda, who was walking ahead, made Anglong hold his head tightly, then climbed onto the roof of the house and began to jump forward, not worried about any house having a bad roof.

Because the old man was in a hurry to play with his youngest son and cultivate their father-son relationship, he walked quickly and didn't hear the eldest son and the steward plotting to murder him for money.

However, Anda also wanted to secretly tell Anglong something. He took Xiao An and they jumped and ran along the rooftop wall. Xiao An pretended to cheer, but dared not make a sound, lest he disturb others' sleep, which would be too impolite.

But Anda didn't have so many scruples and let out several strange cries.

After confirming that they were far enough away from Aaron and Marum, he cautiously spoke to Angron:

"Xiao An, do you love your dad?"

Xiao An's face immediately turned serious, and she said:

"Xiao An loves her dad, her mom, her older brother, and all her other brothers, including the fifth one!"

After speaking, he thought for a moment and added, "The above rankings are in no particular order."

He thought it would be a fatal question, and all his answers would need to be carefully prepared.

Anda casually replied, "Oh, that's not what I was asking you about."

Xiao An immediately became wary and said, "I wouldn't do anything bad to my brother."

Anda hurriedly said, "It has nothing to do with your older brother. It's like this: your older brother has been wanting to organize the other brothers to beat me up. I have a feeling this scene is very dangerous. Even if you have to listen to your older brother, remember to go easy on him and stop the other brothers."

Chapter 480 First Encounter with the Headless Iron Hand, Aaron and the Black King (3K)

The group returned home, and Aaron, feeling sleepy, lay down on the bed, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.

The drowsiness today was rather peculiar; it didn't lead to a specific younger brother, but rather transported Aaron to some strange space.

Just like the birth of Chaos, the god of chaos, as described in mythology, what you see is more like a universe full of entangled lights, only the scale is different, making it difficult to count the number of stars.

These lights flowed more like a mist than like light passing through a mist.

Rather, the fog itself is light.

puff-

Guwuwuwu—

A strange swallowing sound came from the area shrouded in light and mist right in front of Aaron.

He walked forward. Logically speaking, there was no concept of directions, up or down, past or present, or even the earth that could be seen with the naked eye in such a space.

However, because of his previous accident where he fell into the abyss and died, Aaron only thought that he should move forward on foot.

Ripples spread across the space as the light began to coalesce, attempting to transform from a gaseous state to a solid state. However, perhaps due to some unforeseen condition, it first transformed into a liquid state.

Aaron was too lazy to wet his feet, so when he stepped in, there was still some distance between his feet and the water's surface.

What bad luck, how did things turn out like this?

Do you want to imagine that heaven and earth were created from this place, and you are in a warm garden with lush water plants under your feet and trees full of fruit in the distance?

Just as heaven and earth were waiting for Aaron to settle his thoughts and prepare for birth, Aaron walked in front of the swallowing sounds, his thoughts were drawn to them, and the ideas in his mind dissipated.

Accompanied by the lament of a distant, cold star, the Black King is now very unhappy.

This was the best opportunity for Aaron to contemplate the landscape of the divine realm and shape it before he met Felus Manus.

I don't know when I'll be able to see spring flowers bloom again.

Well, now that the brothers are meeting, I hope Aaron won't be too surprised by the tenth brother.

Go change your appearance first before coming back.

The cold star withdrew its gaze, leaving Aaron alone to see a tall being, identical to the Primarch, kneeling on the ground with its back to him, its hands tearing flesh from the belly of the Caliban behemoth further in front of it and stuffing it into its "mouth" to eat.

The person's movements were a bit strange; the way they stuffed the food into their throat looked more like they were going straight down their throat.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and was about to call out "brother".

He's clearly the Primarch; what else could he be but his own brother?

But he turned around, and he had no head.

The cross-section of the neck was neat and clean, with no bloodstains, because without the tongue and throat to block it, the respiratory tract and esophagus could contract and relax as needed.

At this time, I was eating, and my esophagus was slightly dilated.

His hands were covered in blood, but he ate very carefully, without spilling any flesh or blood, and without having to swallow or chew; he simply stuffed the food into his esophagus.

What's even stranger is that Aaron's gaze wasn't surprised by the headless giant's "head," but rather focused on its hands—arms that had just devoured a beast's belly, their flesh and blood dripping, yet none of it was filthy or spilled out, as if those hands had absorbed it all.

What perfect hands they were! Even when engaging in such barbaric acts, they did not seem impolite.

"Brother, younger brother?"

Aaron finally spoke up, saying that he wouldn't be unable to accept it if a younger brother was born without a head.

After all, given that old man's personality, it's quite normal for someone to be missing an arm or a leg later on; it's just a matter of being shorter.

If it's congenital, I'll just turn around and beat the old man up to make him change.

If it's the day after tomorrow, that's not a big problem either. We can find the corresponding time point, confirm it with Xiao Pei and Luo Jia, and save them at all costs.

Compared to Aaron's stunned reaction to the scene, the headless giant was clearly more dazed and didn't even know what to do, just standing there with his hands raised.

Until Aaron heard footsteps behind him.

An "Anda" emerged from behind Aaron. This father had never stood so straight before, and his spirit was completely different from the old man's.

He had already signaled to the tenth brother not to speak, since he had no head or mouth and it was normal for him not to be able to talk.

This way, I can communicate with my son naturally, and the plan works.

(Ferus: What about me?)

“Something unexpected happened. He was beheaded by the enemy. This is all I can do to save him. You have to find a way to prevent that from happening.”

His father spoke, his tone gentle and mild. Although it was the same as his father's voice, Aaron still felt that this father was not his father, even though he had heard this voice before.

His face was the same as his father's, but he was younger, with long, flowing black hair and black pupils that reflected a golden semicircle within them.

Sometimes, in a daze, Aaron would see that pitiful sight: a skeletal figure, with only skin covering the skull.

"You are... my father from tens of thousands of years in the future?"

Aaron voiced his guess: yes, this father, whom he had seen in Egypt during that "end and death."

Almost instantly, the Black King saw excitement gleam in his son's eyes.

He became somewhat uneasy, realizing that Aaron must already know some of his hardships in managing the entire human empire and ensuring the continuity of civilization.

Even if his eldest son praises him highly now, he doesn't care; it's just a little hardship.

Then He saw Aaron in a fighting stance, having been taught some self-defense techniques by Marum.

Lowering his waist, Aaron bent his right leg and pressed it against the ground, swinging his spine along with it. His right fist slammed into Black King's left cheek, making a crisp cracking sound.

However, the Black King remained unmoved; it was only Aaron's own hand that ached.

"Hoo, hoo—you're so old, why are you still so stubborn!"

Aaron wailed, "Is it only the Primarch's physical abilities that can contend with the old man?"

The Black King, however, reached out and touched his own face in a daze.

Just now, He made contact with His dead son once again.