Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Or perhaps, this father is trying to pretend to be the same as he was in the past, so that he doesn't feel like a stranger.

He sighed softly, “Actually, you can show your true self, Father. We are family, there’s no need to hide it.”

Black King was taken aback. Had he been discovered?

He shook his head, reassembled the recliner, and lay down, contemplating his past self:

"No need. I'm already very content that you can still call me father. Let's pretend that the 40,000-plus years of time difference never happened. Tell me what you want to do?"

Aaron frowned and said seriously, "Do you really want me to treat you the way I did in my time?"

Black King nodded, his demeanor becoming even more frivolous: "That's right."

Aaron could only reach out and wipe the chair away again so that the old man's buttocks would hit the ground.

“You said it, Father. I’ve always wanted to get revenge on you, and now I finally have the chance.”

The Black King was almost about to jump up and fight his son like Anda did when the recliner beneath him condensed again, supporting him.

It seems that Aaron was able to use His domain, the domain of the Dark Lord, with almost no hindrance.

That shouldn't be the case. Even if Aaron is the Messiah, he "will" be the Messiah.

We must wait until Aaron becomes the Messiah before we can hang those four up and beat them.

Now that he's just a human named Aaron, can he use his power without any hindrance?

“Like this, Father, I can change reality in my dreams. Well, perhaps it requires a strong will combined with my own will to do so.”

Aaron began to describe his ideas. In his hands, the light mist within the domain constantly took shape and dissipated, capable of forming any shape.

"The fact that I can do this here either means that this place is also reality, or that I can make the land of souls evolve according to my ideas. Although for now it's just doing some small crafts."

Black King coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment:

"Ahem, what you thought before, the soul and the body are both 'reality,' both real things. My earliest mistake was because I didn't understand this clearly."

“But none of that matters. You haven’t become a hero who can save the world yet, but these little skills are enough for now. Help me build a house and add some natural scenery. At least when Lao Shi is here, he will have his own room and won’t have to stare at me blankly every day.”

He revealed his true purpose: in reality, even the Golden Throne can be transformed into a wheelchair for a short stroll, but this soul space contains nothing except himself, the great sun, as a light bulb.

Oh, and every now and then, things I've eaten before fall from the sky.

While it's nice to revisit Terra classics and iconic artworks in real life, the physical body is essentially a corpse, offering little real-life experience.

Why not improve the land of souls as well? The four ancient realms each have their own domains. The Black King has worked hard for half his life; can't he enjoy it too?

Chapter 482 The Beginning of Heaven (3K)

Aaron listened to his father's thoughts and found them acceptable; they weren't something he was deliberately trying to tease.

If my old man were here, he'd probably be thinking of making him create a vast ocean and a multitude of fish.

Aaron looked around, trying to imagine that there was a forest.

As the light and mist parted, lush green trees indeed came into view.

For some reason, Aaron felt that the trees resembled the forest of Caliban's camp.

Could it be that my imagination didn't create anything, but instead directly connected to Ryan's location?

Aaron was somewhat disappointed; he had thought he could create things out of thin air.

If there were a mechanism that could allow me to realize my dreams in the future, and that mechanism was actually quite cost-effective, knowing that it was readily available.

Oh well, let's just consider it a replication of the process of building a camp for Little Ryan before. Besides, with a Primarch whose body is "complete" and at least doesn't affect the work of his limbs, the efficiency of building the cabin will be much higher.

"Release Felus. I guess you don't want to do it yourself."

Aaron tried to persuade him, but the Black King was lying in the chair in the same position as Anda, and he didn't even bother to speak, just nodding.

After liberating Ferrus, he handed over the pre-prepared design drawings to the two brothers.

"It has to be big enough and golden enough, that's all."

Hei Wang briefly mentioned his requirements as the client, showing almost no aesthetic sense.

Aaron looked at the design drawings and asked in confusion:

"Can't you change this area yourself? You'd rather be lazy and wait until I get here so your sons can do the work."

The Black King shook his head and said, "I can't do that. Conjuring a chair is already my limit. This area has its own rules. If I wanted to create a building, it would only be—"

Feralas uttered the name: "The cemetery. The cemetery that buries everything."

Like the four gods, the situation within their domains only extends according to their respective authority, even though the gods claim to be free and to have created everything.

But they are also slaves to their own authority, unable to transcend it.

Black King originally wanted to feign profundity to make the word "cemetery" more somber and impactful.

This would further arouse Aaron's sympathy.

He knew his son all too well; once he gained Aaron's sympathy, he was practically guaranteed a lifeline.

But how could the Black King know that his son, Felus, who didn't even have a mouth, was frantically interrupting him?

Ever since the tenth brother became like this and stayed by his side, that honest kid has turned into a glib and divisive person after just one meeting with his brother!

The problem wasn't with His family education; it was Aaron who led him astray!

Aaron managed to pull Feralas to cut down a tree before the Black King went berserk, thus saving them from disaster.

However, this proves one thing: Aaron is capable of influencing the Dark Lord's domain, allowing the destiny of destruction to begin to unfold—

Therefore, the same effect can be produced on the other four ancient ones.

For example, turn the arena in Khorne's realm into a 007 office building that wears down the demon's intellect, and then tie Khorne to a brass throne so that He can watch His Blood Warrior demons be drained of their energy by work.

They stepped into the forest of Caliban, and Feralus's body became real in that instant, without needing to be engulfed in golden flames.

The main downside is that the cross-section of the neck becomes more clearly defined and frightening?

He breathed in the air of Caliban and exclaimed:

“I haven’t breathed fresh air in a long time. When Ryan and Ruth fight, they always say that his forest is more dangerous than the snowfields and deep winds of Fenris.”

Feralus couldn't help but reach out and touch the trees, then asked in confusion:

“No, Ryan said these trees can even beat up passersby, and are more terrifying than some giant beasts.”

Aaron was looking around to determine his direction; the camp was not far away. He was holding onto the metal chain on the side of Feralas's power armor.

"Come on, come here. There are other delicious foods here, so you don't have to eat raw flesh and blood."

Felus controlled his pace and followed closely behind. He could actually see, but he simply enjoyed being taken care of by his brother.

Before long, the two brothers arrived at the outer perimeter of the camp, which was still empty, except for the recently replenished supplies.

If those little green-robed figures don't count as people.

"Hey ya! Hey ya!"

The little people saw Aaron again, but this time they were no longer afraid. Instead, they felt a sense of familiarity and jumped up to rush towards Aaron.

But the little green-robed men had only run halfway when they saw the headless giant who was about the same size as Ryan, and they were so frightened that they stopped abruptly.

Their two legs carved hard marks on the ground, and they each fled into the depths of the forest.

Ferrus said:

“I have seen these creations. They are like Ryan’s retinue, but they have existed for a very long time. When I was with my father, I heard the roar of the lion awakening. The lion is old, but it is still a lion.”

Aaron rushed inside to find the stored food, not forgetting to say:

“But Ryan didn’t like his father much after he woke up. He said his father dressed up as a fairy, or an old king, or even created illusions to torment him.”

Feralus wanted to scratch his head, only to realize he had no head:

"Well, it seems that lions hold grudges quite a bit, while wolves are more carefree."

"By the way, if I'm not mistaken, this is already reality for me, but there seems to be a discrepancy in time. I can't tell if it corresponds to my time. I am a dead person, yet I can return to the world alive. Brother, I think this is where your greatest strength lies."

He followed Aaron and began helping unload the goods from the warehouse. In the distance, through the gaps in the houses or in the woods, the little green-robed people trembled and dared not act rashly.

The boss's boss is here to move some things!

However, they couldn't easily stop them, since the boss's boss had at least half the shares when the camp was first built.

Sigh, this is a matter between the bosses, so they decided not to get involved.

Watching so many supplies being taken away, the little people still felt a deep sorrow in their hearts, like the wet marks left by rain on glass, and the origami cranes that hadn't been collected yet on the eaves.

Fortunately, the two men were only there to get food, not to dismantle the entire camp.

The little people breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the two brothers leave with the goods.

The next moment they returned like lightning. Aaron even went to the warehouse for a quick look and was somewhat disappointed.

He had assumed the little people had some special ability to quickly replenish the warehouse supplies.

Now that food and drink are no longer a concern, although Ferrus and his father in this era also don't need to eat or drink, it's good to be able to relive the feeling of being alive.

Trees can be cut down and houses built right now.

Looking at the camp's areas, which even included dormitories for multiple people, Felus, on a whim, asked:

“Brother, is it possible to cover more rooms within Father’s domain? Besides me, there are many other spirits protected by Father. They are all chosen warriors who cannot rest in peace even after death.”

"They are also weaker and find it difficult to maintain their physical form when not fighting. Under the light of their father, they need a secluded space to rest."

Countless cursed warriors, when not required to join the Eternal Battlefield, are formless and unable to exist in a physical form like Felus.

That cold star once mentioned in passing a few words a game among the gods called eternity.

In a sense, these warriors have become the demons of the God-Emperor.

But Feralus hoped to at least establish a sanctuary where warriors would no longer fear death when they went into battle, though the torment that burdened their souls had not disappeared.

The Dark Lord could not create a place to rest within his own domain; only the chaise longue, the only one connected to Aaron, could be made.

Now that his brother is here, with his protection, perhaps the cursed warrior can become the first Astartes to get rest?

Pheroth pondered this.

Aaron nodded and said, "Sure, I see there are countless trees on Caliban anyway, Ryan shouldn't mind if we cut down a few of his trees."