Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

During the subsequent logging and construction process, Aaron discovered that his younger brother was also a highly skilled craftsman, on par with Peturabo.

They were also the ones who could perfectly meet the client's needs, and the house they built was so well constructed that my father couldn't find any fault with it.

Of course, it's also possible that the old man himself was just a laid-back person.

The passage of time is extremely slow here. What would take one or two months to complete in the real world, Felus summoned the warriors he spoke of and they materialized together. In Aaron's perception, it only took about two days to build.

While working on these special Astartes known as "Cursed Warriors," Aaron could even recognize a few Ultramarines and Imperial Fists.

Each legion's own little tricks and habits are very difficult to change.

Aaron teased, "You've become the leader of the 'ragtag army' first; you might even be able to put together a team for each legion."

Feralus is personally building the throne; the main structure is complete, and all that remains are the interior furnishings.

As the lord of mankind and the king of darkness, Father should at least have a throne.

Before he could even respond to his brother's words, he was kicked in the butt by the Black King who came rushing over:

"Change the style!"

Because in the Black King's eyes, Feralus is completely recreating the existence of the Golden Throne.

I've been sitting on the throne in the material world for over ten thousand years, and my butt is numb from sitting so long. Now that I'm finally able to experience a normal life with Aaron's help, you unfilial son still want me to be tortured?

Aaron kicked back in annoyance, but his father's body seemed to be made of steel, and he couldn't beat him. Instead, Aaron's foot hurt terribly.

"I'll put you in a prison sooner or later, just one room, one bed, and a chamber pot right next to you. Let's see if you'll still be so picky then."

Aaron could only resort to verbal attacks, but unfortunately he wasn't very good at swearing or describing terrifying scenarios.

Chapter 483 That old man was home alone, let's get rid of him! (3K)

Just before Aaron was about to leave and awaken at that moment, the Black King finally moved from his slumber and got off the recliner:

"Wait a minute, there's something else. Caliban isn't short of a little bit of seaweed. Help me dig up a patch of woodland and grassland."

Living in a wooden house with a bed to lie down was enough to satisfy their basic needs.

Humans also need to go out and see natural scenery; even ordinary wealthy families have artificial hills and small lakes in their backyards.

Aaron thought to himself that this old man had quite a lot of demands, so he had Felus scout out the area. They saw a large group of cursed warriors taking out various machines from the light mist and forcibly excavating this piece of land in the Caliban Forest and transplanting it into the Soul Realm.

Feralus would sometimes return to his father and ask him about his doubts.

In his view, although his father explained that the soul and the body are both "real existences," things in the narrow sense of the material world can still be used normally when his brother casually drags them into his father's domain.

This is rather alarming.

It seems that the separation between soul and body makes no difference to the elder brother himself.

The Black King gave a cold laugh, but offered no explanation. He simply pondered to himself, "Yes, this is the Messiah."

Mortals, genetically modified or altered humans, and even many other mortal beings, as well as the gods of the warp, all believe that their influence is mutual, yet they are also two separate entities in terms of cognition.

But for the Messiah, since both exist, they are real and one.

The Black King concluded, “We do not yet know what Aaron will become, but we will win, and he will still be my son and your brother. That is enough.”

After finishing this matter, Aaron, who was so tired, fell asleep immediately and didn't wake up until much later in the house that Mendis was renting.

Looking up, he saw the sun was already high in the sky. Stepping outside, he saw his family sunbathing in the yard. Anda lay slumped in his recliner, while Anglong nestled in his arms.

Although the temperature is still quite cold, it is gradually rising, and no one dislikes sunbathing.

Marum was grooming the fifth son, thankfully not to the point of using a chainsaw sword as a comb.

Aaron then yawned and went outside, but didn't see any food: "Didn't you guys eat breakfast?"

Adachi's weak voice came through:

“After eating, let Marum collect the taxes.”

He glorified the act of stealing food, naming it taxation.

However, he still had some conscience, so he told each household in Marum to take only a small amount, so that little by little they would accumulate and prevent anyone from starving to death.

Aaron pulled up a stool, sat down, and then asked:

"Where are Pat and the other two? And the one who turned to stone, have you thought of a way to deal with him?"

Marum replied, "The three who were unaffected were released, and the master erased a part of their memories and let them go. After all, the master said that we don't have much surplus food at home and can't afford to support others."

Anda chuckled and said, "If those pointy-eared people we locked up before were more inclined to psionic projection, then they wouldn't need to eat. But if there are several living, breathing people here, don't expect us to feed them."

Aaron had no complaints about the decision; in fact, it might have been more dangerous for those three to stay in their house.

He simply followed up with, "Then, Father, what about the one who turned to stone? Stones can't eat, but if it takes several days to save him, will it affect his health?"

Anda had a bit of a lecturing streak on this. People in this era have a very rudimentary understanding of energy. The fact that they can even mention earth, fire, water, and wind is already considered quite advanced.

If we were to add a fifth element, spirit, it would be far ahead of its time.

Anda sat up straight, put Xiao An on the ground, and said seriously:

"Energy exists in this world, but not this kind—"

He snapped his fingers, and golden sparks of lightning crackled and popped from his hand.

"But this kind!"

Anda kicked Xiao An in the butt before he could even react, sending him rolling several times on the ground.

"Yes, this is energy. The movement between things consumes energy. So what is movement? Breathing, digestion, and excretion are all forms of movement, and eating is the means of replenishing this energy. Within a living organism, it is also called metabolism, which is the process by which new things constantly replace old things."

"If a stone has no energy loss, its life naturally has no need to absorb or release energy. You need to be more concerned about the quality of the house you rent, whether it will suddenly collapse in an earthquake and crush the stone."

Aaron found it quite interesting as Anda recounted these future perceptions of people.

However, when the old man brings in his personal views, the rest of the talk can be discarded.

Aaron then asked, "We're leaving the day after tomorrow. Is there enough time in such a short period for the statue to cast its curse again? You need to think of something."

Anda collapsed back down, but Xiao An had already gotten up from the ground and rushed towards his father's leg, biting it with a "whoosh".

Now, under his father's constant probing, the older brother no longer reacts to his father's minor inappropriate behavior towards him.

Sigh, it seems I'll have to rely on myself for everything from now on; I can't even depend on my brother.

Anda's eyes widened in fury as the Lord of the Worlds was biting him. He straightened his back instantly and began to swing his legs rapidly, but he couldn't shake Xiao An off.

This is, after all, the original body.

It was only after Aaron went over and picked Xiao An up that he let go.

Anda clutched the teeth marks on his leg, his face contorted in rage.

"You should keep a closer eye on your younger brother. He's so old and all he knows is how to bite people. What will he do when we're in a war? Will he bite the enemy even if they're shit?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron felt an urge to grab a handful of stones from the ground and shove them into the old man's mouth.

If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all. You're always spouting vulgarities and filth.

Marum, however, after grooming the fifth son and leading him back to the shed, came over and said:

"I remember encountering enemies with petrification abilities more than once during the Great Expedition. Perhaps we could ask if the alien encyclopedia that is currently being compiled and included has been updated. There were a few times when it caused quite a stir, but the problems were eventually resolved smoothly."

Adachi curled up her legs, gasped for breath, and still couldn't resist teasing:

"How can we resolve this smoothly? Whether it's 30,000 or 40,000 years from now, you people are all quite obsessed. Killing all the polluters would solve the problem. Oh, and these are still stones. Keep a few as samples, and use the rest as building materials or fuel for heavy nuclear fusion. That would be doing our duty to the Empire without diminishing their value."

As soon as Anda said this, Aaron remembered his dream from last night: the old man was no longer in charge in the future, and the people under him were so strange that they were not normal.

He couldn't help but retort angrily, "Isn't that just a case of the upper beam being crooked, so the lower beam will be crooked too? It's all your fault!"

Anda, unwilling to accept being blamed, shouted:

"What does this have to do with me? The problem with Astartes is because the Primarch didn't take good care of it. There's a genetic seed connecting them, so it's like the son follows the father's lead."

"And you, Aaron, my son, your existence is the best proof of my successful education. If you can't teach my grandson well in the future, that's your problem, not mine. After all, even those who are well-educated may not have the ability to educate the next generation."

The old man's words are all flowery, and his crooked ways have formed a logical closed loop. Unless he gets beaten black and blue one day, he won't wake up.

Aaron then gave up on the idea of ​​getting a solution from his father.

He planned to go out and take a look, just as he had originally planned, to stroll around, observe the local customs and culture, and inquire about whether there were any more clues about the statue's head.

If we really have no intelligence left, perhaps waiting passively for the rabbit to run into our trap is a good option.

Based on the previous incidents involving the statue, someone always died violently after each theft, and the theft was always discovered.

Moreover, those corpses were made of flesh and blood.

However, the family's intervention has resulted in the victim remaining in a state of stone body, at least the head is still intact.

So if there's some kind of mastermind behind this, they'll find their way here sooner or later. After all, yesterday, everyone saw the thief break down their wall in full view of everyone.

Moreover, I didn't see any municipal management personnel here; they might even be in cahoots.

"Alright, we're going out today. Father, do you want to come along?"

Aaron asked out of politeness.

Anda turned over in the recliner: "No, I'm not going. My little car is on the ray. If I have to walk everywhere, oh my god, I've never been so tired. Sigh, I haven't even finished talking yet, and you're already leaving?"

After receiving a negative answer, Aaron picked up Little An, called to Marum, and led the fifth brother away.

The whole family was together, and even without the old man, you couldn't tell anything wrong with them.

Anyway, if that old man doesn't cover his face when he goes out, he's likely to get into trouble. It's better for him to stay home and bask in the sun.

After Aaron and his group left, in a nearby alley, Pat and his friends pointed in that direction and said to the person hiding deep in the alley:

"Sir, that's all we can remember. After that unfortunate fellow was affected by the statue, he became as hard as stone and crashed into this yard. Now the strong and burly man and his eldest son have both gone out, and it seems that only the little old man is left at home."

From the shadows deep within the alley, only a soft hum could be heard: "Hmm, I understand. You may leave."

Pat and his companions hurriedly fled, unwilling to get involved in any trouble.

They were just a little braver yesterday, hoping to catch the thief and at least avoid a tragic accident where someone's head was cut off.

But unexpectedly, I felt dizzy and didn't even know what happened next.

After the three escaped, the few people in the alley finally emerged and revealed themselves, all dressed in black robes, giving them a very stereotypical appearance.

"There's only an old man at home, deal with him!"