Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, Ryan did not leave. He simply followed the instructions given by the Black King and lowered the transparency of his "layer" to ensure that these towering trees that could devour people were not too conspicuous.

"I need to spend more time with them. Last time I was too busy drinking with my aunts and uncles to get close to Aaron and Xiao An."

Ryan explained, sitting down on the spot like a wise old man, his peaceful and kind face suggesting how handsome he must have been in his youth.

Anda tossed and turned on the recliner, feeling annoyed. He decided to take a good nap and, incidentally, peek at the chat logs of the immortals.

When Ryan sat silently beside him, he felt like he had thorns in his back, and he couldn't do anything right.

"Forget it, go inside and sleep. And stop being so old-fashioned, making me feel like a rebellious son."

Anda cursed and swore, then reached out and a burst of golden light transformed Ryan into a human-sized boy, adding:

"I can do a little bit of what Aaron can do. It doesn't matter if the technical principles are correct or not, as long as the effect is the same."

That's how Marum was portrayed before.

Ryan took a few deep breaths. The young body and the terrifying forest gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to the past.

No, can the version of myself that met Aaron and the version of myself that is now old really be considered the same person?

Just now, his father asked him what would happen if there were two Pherous, and he replied that there would only be one head anyway.

Now there is a ready-made problem: there are indeed two Ryans, and they have already met each other.

I'm so worried, how can I solve this problem?

Or should I just learn from my father's way of handling things, find a place to collapse, and let things take their course?

Due to various restrictions, Ryan, who was forced to share the same space with his young father, could only close his eyes and begin to meditate as well.

Aaron and his group, on their way out, purchased quite a few supplies. Some people in the town regularly went to the southern port to buy goods to resell. Although the nearby farmland had enough food, to eat better, they still needed to trade with other places.

Anglong pushed the cart; in fact, the cart was there, but he didn't want the old man to use it as a means of transportation.

It's perfect for Angron to use as a shopping cart; he can pick out whatever he wants and put it in, and Marum will pay for it from behind.

Once it's full, there's a huge pile, enough to hold a banquet. Anyway, it's all food, so it's not considered extravagant.

Aaron was responsible for communicating with the merchants, asking what news was coming from the south, and then gradually finding out what the statue's head was all about.

Perhaps because of Aaron's politeness, coupled with Marum's wealth, the merchants were happy to share their knowledge and experiences.

"Oh, you're going further east after just a few days? It's not peaceful there. Persia has been busy building warships and heading west by sea. But I bet in a few years, even the Babylonian Kingdom will be destroyed, and then the Persian army will be able to march straight into Asia Minor."

“We’re in for a lot of trouble. As soon as I hear any news, I’ll run to Athens. The Spartans will help us defend Athens, even though the two of them will fight each other.”

The merchant who spoke was called Hrangnir, and those familiar with him in the neighborhood simply called him Grenier.

The man was also wearing a Phrygian hat, an ornament of Mithras, the Persian god of light. Its shape resembled an inverted leg of lamb, with a bent protrusion.

After spreading to the Greek world through trade, it became quite famous along the coast of Asia Minor. Paris, the prince of the destroyed Troy, met Helen wearing this hat.

Aaron glanced at Angron's cart, which was almost full, and leaned against Grenier's stall, wanting to chat for a while. He said:

“Then your information must be first-hand. I have seen cautious and wise people who foresee the war and even go so far as to avoid it decades in advance.”

Grenier enjoys chatting with people; these service industries naturally possess this attribute, and it remains the same thousands of years later. After all, the more a merchant talks to his customers, the better he can promote his goods.

"We're fairly well-informed, but whether we can make a judgment based on this information still depends on experience. Everyone can see that a fight is inevitable, but it's hard to say whether it will happen tomorrow, years, or even decades later. Instead of living in fear, we should make some rough preparations in advance. We still have to live through these next few years. As soon as there's clear news, I can still run away in time, taking the same route you came from."

Grenier grinned slyly:

"Hehe, Persia's main target is Greece, they won't touch Macedonia, so your side is indeed safe. But people will die for money, birds will die for food, there will definitely be some unlucky ones who don't understand the situation. After the war, I'll also try to run a business between the two places, instead of just running back and forth between the port and Mendes."

Aaron had been waiting for this question, and asked with a smile, "Since you are so familiar with the port to Mendis and the caravans that travel between the port, are there any interesting stories or anecdotes that have been passed down?"

"Or, before the war even begins, large caravans may be merged or disappear unexpectedly."

Grenier's eyes lit up; this was exactly the question he had been waiting for. He knew many interesting stories he had heard over the years, stories that his family wasn't interested in hearing, but his colleagues were.

Locals are more concerned with whether the price is cheaper than just saying hello and buying something.

He felt as if he were Homer, with countless stories inside him, waiting to be told to others.

Now I finally have an audience! God, this must be someone you sent to me!

Grenier moved some shelves aside, brought over tables and chairs, and asked his sons to pour drinks. He then warmly invited Aaron and his party to sit down.

"If you ask me about this, I'm not sleepy anymore. Recently, a caravan leader's daughter ran away with a poor sailor and committed suicide. As a result, rumors spread that the leader was going to castrate all his men, which caused quite a stir."

Aaron maintained his composure; this wasn't what he wanted to hear. He could only continue to guide the other person to talk about things related to the statue's head. Sigh.

Chapter 488 Tzeentch: The Messiah is not invincible, the chaotic time (3K)

"Great joy! Great joy! Great Lord of Change, we have once again observed the change of time!"

A Tzeentch demon wearing a Phrygian hat climbed the nine hundred and ninety-nine silver steps, peering into the chaotic and illusory clouds above, bowing in worship to the transcendent being within.

"Paris, show the change."

Ever since Tzeentch suffered his last defeat, he's been tinkering with some strange contraptions at home, spreading out a cloud of light and mist that covers the Silver Labyrinth and even the Well of Eternity at its highest point.

Who knows what might pop out of it?

The demon noticed a lizard's head gradually emerging from the smoke. Strange, his master used to prefer bird heads.

Fortunately, the owner doesn't like turtles; these things represent constancy.

It hurriedly lowered its voice and said, "Master, my name is not Paris—"

Tzeentch seemed not to hear him at all, and continued, "Paris, are you deaf? Show me the transformation."

Paris laid his demonic body completely prostrate on the ground and respectfully said:

"Yes, Master, Paris is at your service."

It tried to develop some strange limbs and began to gesture:

"We traced the Lion Forest back to that time, and it seems that this was nothing more than the Cursed One's clumsy imitation of you."

The so-called small town appearance grew from its limbs, and those few hidden trees were essentially rooted in the subspace.

The treacherous creature within the smoke and clouds writhed, as if it were an embryo, its future form currently unknown.

Instead of being simply distorted and unclear like before.

Because of these encounters with the Messiah (which Tzeentch thought were his own), the Lord of Changes is comprehending a higher level of concepts.

If you yourself do not change, then you can precisely control the various conditions that precede any change.

Then you might create even more unpredictable changes.

As long as I remain unchanged and the dust doesn't settle, you'll never know what I'll become when I do.

This is not the same concept as the eternal corruption that the green fat man talks about.

Since something at the level of the Messiah exists, why can't I, as the master of all transformations, transform myself into the Messiah?

Anyway, Tzeentch always had a lot of targeted plans in mind, such as having Slaanesh find a way to give birth to the Messiah, etc.

Sigh, thankfully I'm smart enough that now, of the four ancient ones, only I'm still plotting something, while the other three seem to be giving up.

Khorne felt it would be more appropriate to have the Messiah become the King of Armies, and then have them fight again when they were at their strongest.

A bunch of pathetic bastards who refuse to adapt to change, go ahead and cause trouble! Only by causing trouble can you have any value in united front work!

Helpless, Jianqi sighed:

“Very well, since you have observed this change, I will let you go on this business trip. Paris, you are not a great demon, I will transform you into a shapeshifter, and you will go and kill Messiah for me.”

A finger emerged from the smoke and stabbed Paris, piercing him and transforming him into a human, resembling a handsome young prince from a city-state.

Paris knelt on the silver steps and asked cautiously:

"Master, the ones that went on business trips a few days ago—we haven't seen them for a long time, have they met with some misfortune?"

As long as he doesn't kill the cursed one, it's not a big problem. The little messiah is just a tiny thing from the early days of Earth's monkey civilization; it doesn't even have a projection in the warp.

The demons judge strength by only one thing: their true form within the warp.

The Four Gods and the Cursed are the most powerful individuals in the warp, followed by the demons, who are also divided into many ranks.

Those psionicists may occasionally possess extraordinary talent, but they are also easily tainted by malice and become servants of the Four Gods.

As for the subspace structures projected by the gods in various cultures, they were largely cut off from the Ancient Four.

Powerful civilizations and deities, such as the gods of the Eldar, could dominate the Pantheon at their peak.

The gods of a weak civilization might only be the snacks of the Ancient Four, or a few great demons could easily defeat them.

To put it even more bluntly, some of the great demons are actually deities of civilization.

How strong could something weaker, something that can't even condense into a shape in the subspace, be?

Before giving his report, Paris had a premonition that he might be sent on a business trip, so he promptly investigated knowledge about the Messiah.

It all sounds like utter nonsense. A divine child was killed by mortals, and although he was resurrected after death, he ran away, leaving behind only a prophecy of Judgment Day.

Paris searched around but couldn't find a corresponding projection in the subspace, which meant that this Messiah was just a nobody and posed no threat whatsoever.

It's just that his father, the Cursed One, Lord of Mankind, and Lord of Darkness, is more powerful.

As long as you don't attack the cursed ones, dealing with a mere messiah is a piece of cake.

"I will directly invade the Messiah, Master, please witness!"

Tzeentch just chuckled, and one could vaguely see the neck of a bird waving in the smoke and the tongue being pulled out from the middle of its neck.

Then a giant lizard's tail lashed out, sending Paris flying and into that time.

"The Messiah is not invincible. The time he created cannot directly invade and replace the reality of cognition. In essence, it is just a new extension of a multiverse. How much of the original pain and sorrow have you changed? It's just that you synchronized a little when the two lines collided."

Tzeentch was also able to observe the timeline shown by the Black King. In His eyes, the Messiah was nothing more than that, just like the timelines of those so-called "Lords of Light" in the past.

No matter how wonderful the world the Messiah creates, it cannot change what happens after the end and death.

Otherwise, why kill Evil Steel so close to M43, instead of because Peturabo's changes had already prevented Evil Steel from appearing?

Therefore, the Messiah is not omniscient and omnipotent; it's just that humans are boasting and scaring themselves.

Thinking of this, Tzeentch became especially excited. It was as if he had built his own theory of Ying, and he had already won big!

Meanwhile, Aaron, who was listening to the story at Grenier's stall, sneezed. Although the weather was getting warmer, it was still a bit cold overall, and he couldn't stand the wind.

Being bald, I naturally have fewer ways to keep warm than others.