Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This is indeed in line with the old man's ways.

Aaron sighed, “That’s true, but the problem is that we haven’t observed any chaotic contamination yet. The greatest subspace power in Mendis right now is this forest that brought you here.”

He looked at his father, his gaze slightly colder, like a son hoping his father would become a dragon among men:

“Father, what’s your opinion? I need valuable information, not the nonsense you spout on a whim.”

While everyone was talking, Anda had already eaten quite a bit. After filling his stomach, he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.

“I have no opinion. Anyway, those Chaos followers were all turned to dust by your good brother. One punch from him shattered not only their heads but also their bodies.”

"Otherwise, we could at least interrogate them to find out what they're up to."

Aaron remembered what Marum had just mentioned about the Astartes consuming corpses to obtain their memories from their previous lives. He was about to speak when Anda anticipated his words:

"Forget about it, those flesh and blood were eaten by these trees."

Xiao An was still eating the food in her bowl, when she looked up and shouted:

"Dad's talking nonsense again. How could a tree eat people?"

Anda chuckled, "Good boy, kids shouldn't interrupt adults. Just eat your food. Ahem." He glanced at Aaron.

"That's how it was supposed to be, but once you got home, all these trees turned into nice gentlemen, not showing any of their fierce or menacing appearance. I reckon if you split them up now, you wouldn't even find the corpses that were eaten inside."

Aaron knew that these were Caliban's terrifying forests, and he was surprised that he could still achieve such an effect even when he was not in a dream.

Sigh, there are really no leads now. I wish someone could bring a breakthrough.

As he was thinking this, there was a knock on the door, and another face eagerly peeked out from the gap in the wall ruins hidden by the carriage's tarpaulin:

"Hello, I'm Paris. I heard you're looking for clues about the statue's head."

Chapter 490 The Fool, the Treacherous Demon, and the Speculation that the Emperor is an Evil God (3K)

If there were any handsome man who could entice a queen to elope, it would undoubtedly be this man before us, also named Paris.

Although the old folks in the family always explained when describing the Trojan War that it had nothing to do with them and was simply an attempt by the two sides of the border to annex each other.

Although the Greek coalition ultimately emerged victorious, in terms of practical interests, both sides lost, and Asia Minor never truly became a part of Greece.

Alexander will do all this in the future; now is not the time.

Aaron's mind logically connected the man in front of him, who called himself Paris, with the Trojan War and the stories his future father had described.

He felt that the person in front of him was like a box covered by a psychedelic curtain, and no one knew what would be inside after the curtain was lifted.

He could open it anytime, but for now, he'd rather hear what new information this guy has to offer.

Ryan's reaction was even more aggressive; he turned directly to ask:

"Should we kill him? He doesn't seem like a good person, and it can't be such a coincidence."

Anda was much more at ease, waving his hand:

"Your brother has had so many coincidences; wherever he goes, someone seems to offer him a pillow when he's sleepy."

Anda even wondered if it was because their family would have so many members that their fates would become intertwined and closely related to human civilization.

Therefore, Aaron was instead dragged down by them.

Perhaps he will be more free and happy after leaving home.

Of course, these dangerous thoughts were just random ideas that Adachi had, the kind of momentary, reckless thoughts that every human being might have.

Even though these ideas were quickly forgotten after they were born, they still made the Black King, who was waiting for Ferrus to build him a small villa, sit up in shock from his deathbed recliner within his domain.

Damn it, next time I see Adachi, I'm definitely going to slap him a few more times. What is he thinking about all day long?!

Marum walked straight to the edge of the gap in the tarpaulin on the wall, grabbed Paris by the collar and pulled him up, not forgetting to support his legs with his other hand to avoid accidentally breaking the guy's neck.

Paris was placed obediently on the table like a little chick being carried.

The gazes of others were understandable; they ranged from disdain and wariness to amusement and fascination.

The little kid's gaze was the most terrifying, as if he were looking at food, and he was even swallowing his saliva!

He'd never heard of humans having the habit of eating demons.

However, Paris still strictly carried out his mission. He had his own human body to possess, which he controlled remotely. Even if the cursed one came through the network to beat him up, he would have time to react.

He then chuckled awkwardly and took the initiative to say:

“I heard from Mr. Grenier’s family that someone was inquiring about the followers of Chaos, so I followed them here.”

Aaron gestured for Marum to put him down, but instead of bringing him a chair, he simply made him stand.

He smiled and asked:

"Then you must know why we are searching for Chaos."

Paris pointed to the wall that had been broken through earlier and said:

"It's that statue that keeps getting stolen, that's what I'm talking about."

"That statue's head depicts the face of Chaos, the god of chaos. Because He was the beginning of chaos, Chaos believed that all subsequent changes and the birth of gods were stolen from His authority."

"Although He no longer possessed divine power with the changing of the gods, He left behind this head. If it is stolen, the head will awaken and be transplanted onto the thief's corpse."

"But how can a mortal body bear the head of a god? Even if it is only a head that attempts to depict the face of Chaos?"

Aaron pieced together the information and then asked:

"Then why would a statue turn a person into stone? According to you, only stone can bear the face of a god, so only stone is qualified to be sculpted into the form of a god?"

Paris nodded heavily and sighed, “That’s right. But what’s even more terrifying is that Chaos’s followers misunderstood at first. They thought that sinners were to be created to sacrifice for the statue, but the statue actually needed suitable bodies.”

"Judging from the extent of the damage to your walls, it seems that the unfortunate fellow has been turned to stone. As long as we replace the head, Chaos will return. Although it is just one of the statues that bears the power of Chaos, it is still possible to return the entire Mendis to chaos and turn it into nothingness."

"Perhaps this will appease Chaos's anger."

Upon hearing this, Anda slapped his thigh and said:

"That's simple. Just throw the person who turned to stone into a desolate, deserted place. Sacrifice one person to benefit millions of families."

Paris smiled wryly:

“Before, when the statue’s consciousness was not fully awakened, it might have been possible to do so. But now that the statue is fully awake, it is probably going to go on a killing spree, cutting off the heads of all the humans in Mendis and then turning them into stone one by one, choosing suitable bodies.”

Marum placed his hand on the back of Paris's neck and asked the final question in a calm tone:

"Then why do you know so much about these things?"

Paris looked distressed and said regretfully:

“I was originally one of the followers of Chaos, but after traveling here, I discovered that the Chaos followers here worship such an evil thing. They spared me because we were both believers.”

Aaron asked, "Can't we destroy the statue, or find out what force is at work?"

Paris shuddered, his tone turning sinister in response:

“What’s even more terrifying is that simply destroying the statues is of no use; new Chaos statues will soon be sculpted. Only by stealing statues or being headless can one glimpse the nature of that power. Therefore, no one can stop these events from happening.”

He had barely finished speaking when he heard a sizzling sound.

A powerful electric current erupted from Marum's wrist, stunning Paris and blurring his features until he appeared as an ordinary person.

"It's a simple manipulation spell; I don't know if it was done by a demon or a servant of chaos."

Marum packed the man's body up and placed it in the backyard before walking back the way he came.

I wonder if this person underwent any job training before starting work; it's really unwise for them to show up so recklessly.

They should design some dramatic events at night, adding a character who is being hunted but happens to be rescued by them, thus revealing the true purpose of the Chaos followers.

This way, at least there's a beginning, development, climax, and conclusion.

However, it is interesting that Chaos's followers can also be called "chaos followers".

Ancient civilizations had a different understanding of chaos than disorder; they believed that chaos was a state of nothingness.

Rather than the chaos bred by the nobles of their own era.

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Adachi clapped his hands and stood up:

"Alright, Ryan, you can go back and get back to work for Guilliman. We'll handle the rest. Anyway, you can't leave these trees, so they won't be of any use to you."

Ryan said coldly:

"Could you explain how you intend to deal with this strange stone? Will you cut off your head?"

Adachi, looking completely confident, said:

“Isn’t there Feralus? He just happens to be headless and a spirit. I’ll go steal the statue in a bit, and then Aaron can go to sleep now and call Feralus over.”

“I know my son’s skill level well; he can easily handle a small toy.”

Ryan could only hope that his father's method would work; after finishing his meal, it was indeed time for him to leave.

After all, he was supposed to give a speech at the scheduled time, and if he went to find out that Caliban had once again started a war between his brothers, Ryan didn't know how he would clean up the mess.

Moreover, he trusted Feralas's abilities; he was also a strong contender for the War Master title back then. He'd already failed once before, and this time he'd lost everything, so there was no way things would go wrong.

Marum then revealed his true form, fully armed, ready to go out and hunt down the demon who had just revealed the information.

The Ultramarines are generally quite efficient, and since they've never seen anything so stupid before, they just jump right in. He plans to boost his KPIs while he's at it, making sure that at least one Terra Moon can take down a Chaos enemy.

Aaron then placed Angron in Ryan's arms, letting the two brothers get closer together.

Ryan suddenly pondered:

"I have some memories coming back. During the Great Crusade, the Dark Angels encountered a type of alien with petrifying abilities called Marvin. I will transfer the specific data to the power armor data terminal in Marum. Hopefully, the data format will be compatible."

Anda said without any worry:

"Don't worry, even though you've been asleep for ten thousand years, have you noticed that technology hasn't changed much, and has even regressed? You should be more worried about whether Marum's terminals are actually more backward than yours."

Fortunately, the data was transmitted normally and could be interpreted.

Angron just kept asking:

"Brother, during your Great Expedition, besides these stones, what else did you eat? I know that Astartes can eat flesh and blood to gain memories."

"Has not a single Astartes ever commented on the taste of the aliens after completing their work?"