Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Mr. Grenier, I've heard about cutting the bottom part, but what about cutting the top part?"

Aaron feigned humor as the shopkeeper recounted his story with great enthusiasm, as if he had witnessed firsthand the antics the sailors had caused in their quest for castration.

The scene is described in such detail that it seems as if he were actually lying on the side watching his master prepare to make his move.

“Sigh, you young lads, oh, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Grenier glanced at Aaron, then at his sons and nephews who were helping him. “You’re not married yet, and you’re still young people with adventurous ideas. It’s normal that you’re not interested in these romantic relationships.”

Aaron really wanted to complain, but you weren't talking about love and romance. You just wanted to see people's waists tighten when they heard this story.

Gradually, Grenier finally got to the point Aaron had been trying to get him to make: the statue's head.

He opened his mouth and said:

“It’s not common to break off hands or arms locally; that’s something only gamblers do. Now, people just throw them into the sea to pray for Poseidon’s salvation and see if the great sea god will let them live.”

"If there's anything missing from the body, it's the most troublesome thing in the area, the statue's head."

Aaron nodded and said, "That's right. When I first arrived, I heard people say that it was originally brought here by someone who fled from a southern port. I heard it was priceless and many people wanted to steal it."

Grenier gave a mysterious smile, the kind of silent, knowing smile that old men at the village entrance often gave to young people, clearly indicating that he knew some unofficial history.

Let him speak:

"These are just rumors circulating in the market; everyone only knows one side of the story. Let me tell you, that thing is not only worthless, but also very dangerous."

Aaron asked, "Shouldn't dangerous things be more valuable?"

Grenier chuckled: "You have to be alive to enjoy it. Once you're stuck with this stone, you can't escape a miserable death. The people who brought the stone here weren't fleeing, but rather intended to take it to more remote lands in the north so that the stone wouldn't be seen in the world. But some people just wanted to take the stone back to the more populated areas in the south."

Aaron pressed further, "If that's the case, why not just keep moving the stones away and burying them?"

Grenier looked around. It was broad daylight, and everyone around him was someone he knew, yet he still acted so nervous. After completing this series of actions, he cautiously spoke:

"It is said that the followers of Chaos made a deal with the lords, saying that if the stone is taken to a place where no one can touch it, the thing inside will become enraged and destroy the world."

"If we leave it in Mendis and leave it unattended, it will be fine. After all, the things inside cannot punish people arbitrarily unless someone becomes greedy, in which case they will be killed."

"These are all things that believers told me personally. They want to recruit my sons to join them and serve the gods. Alas, I know that this is the age of Zeus. Even Zeus's father has been defeated, and even earlier, Chaos—oh dear, my loose tongue almost uttered some blasphemous words."

Chaos, one of the earliest four gods.

Aaron had this idea in his mind, but of course, if this god really existed, they didn't have any close relationship.

Zeus was not a direct descendant of Chaos.

The name of this deity is even chaos itself (chaos), chaos, and yet another one of these possibilities.

Could it be that their family is about to encounter some chaotic enemy again?

Or should we confront chaos itself directly?

Aaron was a little troubled. If only the chaos problem could be solved once and for all.

Chapter 489 Chaos (3K)

"Did Chaos have any negative endings in the myth? For example, being imprisoned or humiliated?"

Aaron asked, since Marum hasn't sensed any chaotic energy yet, perhaps there's another possibility.

For example, the more ancient immortals, but weak and without any contact with other immortals, suffered because they were different from their own kind, and therefore hated humans.

Most of the stories her father told Xiao An started like this.

Grenier looked puzzled: "You're from Macedonia and Athens, you should know more than I do."

Aaron explained, “In our land, Chaos is too ancient. Many people don’t even know if Chaos was a male or female god. Since followers of Chaos have reappeared in Mendis, it means they left long ago. I think your land may have news that even Athens has never heard of.”

Grenier suddenly realized that what Aaron said was indeed logically possible, and he frowned as he pondered:

"There don't seem to be any strange legends, only that the earlier the gods, the more indifferent they were to humanity, especially Chaos, the god who existed at the beginning of the world. He may not even have a gender, or even a human body. Alas, if you can find those followers of Chaos, you might find something."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Aaron finally left.

Angron, already bored, leaned against the back of the cart, being pushed by Marum, and muttered:

"Brother, you've been talking a lot of nonsense."

He felt that there was only one piece of information that was valuable.

Aaron laughed and said, "We do have a more efficient method. For example, we can have Marum arrest him, bring him into the house, close the door, and interrogate him carefully. We can get the answer quickly."

Angron turned his head and looked at Marum with an expression of adoration:

"Uncle Marum, can you really do it?"

Marum said calmly, "Yes, it can be even faster."

Xiao An became excited and pressed, "Uncle, how fast do you want it to be? Do you have the ability to read minds, so you can know his secrets without him saying a word?"

Marum nodded and said, "I can try to eat the flesh and blood of his brain and the areas rich in nerves to obtain the host's memories from his previous life. This is a common ability of the Astartes."

Upon hearing this, Xiao An instantly became terrified, especially after Marum mentioned that this was a universal ability of Astartes.

Doesn't this mean that his World Devourer will also have such an experience?

Oh no, my brother mentioned that we can't eat people.

Marum added, "It's simply a necessary means of dealing with alien enemies and gathering intelligence, and has nothing to do with morals."

Although Xiao An heard the explanation, he was still a little unsure. What if there really was a World Devourer who had eaten people?

We need to send some information back as soon as possible, and unless it is necessary for combat or survival is threatened, we must eat the food on the menu.

Xiao An turned her head and slumped behind the cart, secretly making a vow in her heart.

We absolutely cannot allow the World Eaters, no, we must not allow all Astartes, or even all human armies, to be left without food!

In addition to regular cooking recipes, he also needed to immediately develop military rations, preferably something that was small enough to be stuffed into a pocket or helmet and torn open to satisfy his food needs for a period of time.

The canned food they ate was one of them, but it was still too cumbersome and probably not very safe.

Aaron was unaware of Xiao An's ambitions at this time. The group returned home safely, and on the way, Aaron inquired whether anyone else had seen the black-robed Chaos followers.

Unfortunately, not many people understand this topic. What they know is limited to the existence of such a sect. These people have not done anything to harm the lives of ordinary people, so they treat it as something that exists in life but has nothing to do with them.

It seems that relying solely on his own words and ordinary methods to gather intelligence is no longer enough to make any progress.

Upon arriving at his doorstep, Marum smelled blood. He shielded the two people and the car behind him, making sure to unload the items from the car and hide it.

"Someone died inside; this is the smell of death."

Marum said seriously, and Angron followed behind Uncle Marum's legs, mimicking the same tone:

Does death taste good?

Only Aaron let out a deep breath: "There's only that old man in the family. If he really dies, we can hold a funeral now and have a legitimate reason to have a big feast."

Xiao An clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Great! We can hold a banquet again!"

Until the door was opened, Anda, his face ashen, stood behind the threshold:

"Why would you be so eager to kill your father? Come in right now, we're in trouble."

The old man beckoned the group in, casually rummaged through the things Marum was carrying and took some fruit to eat, then freed one hand to point and gesture around the yard:

"You can only use the area I've designated; there are other areas—"

Boom——

Little An crashed headfirst into an invisible giant tree of Caliban. Anda already imagined seeing these man-eating giant trees extend their ferocious branches and leaves, gradually secreting digestive juices to feed, and then Little An starting to gnaw on the bark, a scene of two predators fighting each other.

But to everyone's surprise, after the giant tree of Caliban was revealed, it turned out to be just a tree that was slightly larger in size, and otherwise nothing unusual.

There is absolutely no sense of gloom or terror; in fact, it allows one to feel the vitality brought by the gentle breeze passing through the damp, cool forest.

What kind of nonsense is this? Aaron isn't even in a dream, yet he can act as an air purifier?

"So these trees were from Ryan's house. How did he manage to move the whole forest here?"

Xiao An covered her head and recalled the events, eventually coming to a conclusion.

Ryan walked out of the house. Although he looked young, the vicissitudes in his eyes were undeniable; he was still the old lion.

Marum finished arranging the purchased food, knelt on one knee to pay his respects, knowing that the current First Primarch was also the Imperial Warmaster.

Once Ryan returns to the Empire, the Great Ultramarines Lord and Regent of the Empire will have a much easier time, and may even get periodic breaks.

This will be a debt of gratitude that countless extreme warriors will be grateful for!

"I'll help with a small favor, I'll leave after I finish eating."

Ryan gestured for Marum to stand up, then casually bent down and hugged Angron.

It's estimated that every Primarch will have the opportunity to hold Little An in their arms in the future.

"Of course, if you encounter any problems that you can't solve, I can help."

As Ryan was speaking, Xiao An kissed him on the cheek, leaving him both amused and exasperated.

Anda stood next to Aaron with his hands on his hips, looking smug and seeking praise.

"Look, my future self is also researching how to let your brothers meet you without going through you. Although there are many limitations and it's not as free as your dream, at least I've taken a crucial step. Hehe, you have to praise me."

Just when Anda thought Aaron would mock him for doing it for his future father and asking what it had to do with him now,

Then he saw Aaron looking at him seriously, his eyes fixed on him, and he thanked him:

"Thank you, father."

This actually confused Anda, who retorted forcefully:

"You kid, are you plotting something bad again? Every time you're polite to me, it's never anything good."

(Give me more, give me more, Dad loves to hear it!)

But after Aaron finished speaking, he busied himself in the kitchen cooking. The previous banquets had all been prepared by the temple, and the two brothers hadn't had much time to reunite. Instead, Ryan had become familiar with his aunts and uncles.

So that even if the old man can't get help tens of thousands of years later, at least when his nephew comes out of the mountains to start a war, he'll have to lend a hand.

Today is their family dinner, so it doesn't have to be too lavish, but it has to be something they made themselves.

From now on, Xiao An will have to take care of the other brothers himself, and Aaron won't interfere, but at least today he has to give Ryan something flavorful to eat.

At the dinner table, Aaron also mentioned the ins and outs of what happened in Mendis.

Ryan asked seriously, "Can't we really blow up that statue? Even if some Chaos appears, its strength won't exceed that of the Chaos Gods; at most, it'll be at the level of a Great Demon."