Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

But in the end, they were still able to return to their master's palace.

Because of his belief in these possible escape routes, Paris was chased by Marum from the east gate all the way to the south gate, where he was eventually caught and hacked to pieces.

The so-called "tender meat and cartilage" is nothing more than this.

However, to Paris's despair, after he was broken, the dissipated warp energy failed to return to the warp because the barrier of this era was stable.

Its owner had personally delivered it to it; if no one opened the door, it would have to watch helplessly as it gradually vanished into nothingness.

In desperation, he had no choice but to blast himself into even more fragments, turning them into light that flowed into the bodies of every mortal in the area.

But this was only a temporary measure; it knew that these warriors of the Corpse King were capable of killing everyone in the area to destroy themselves.

Because of Paris's obsession, these lights began to become corrupted.

Run away!

Countless citizens of Mendis awoke and scattered, running wildly in different directions.

Furthermore, they all share a common feature: they conceal their heads on their necks to prevent Paris's template face from being recognized.

So in Marum's eyes, it was as if countless headless humans were running wildly, and in a particularly wild manner.

Regardless of age or gender, a vast crowd of people moved about under the cover of night.

What a cunning devil! Could it be that he really killed everyone?

Chapter 492 E - The Great Demon Feralas (3K)

More than 40,000 years later, the Black King's Palace began to take shape.

The being that was able to be born in the realm of destruction with the permission of the Messiah now even warms the cold, black sun at the center of the realm.

Without Aaron, the Black King was not human, so much so that when he was directing Feralas to set up the room, things became somewhat chaotic.

Feralus couldn't help but complain:

“Father, don’t talk about your right and left hands, and don’t tell me to ‘act according to your wishes’.”

“You’re like a ball right now, I can’t tell you how many centimeters you’ve moved to the left, or what reference point you’re using. Also, if this kind of command style appeared on the battlefield, it would be a disaster.”

A small black star floated behind Feralus, and upon hearing this, flew straight over, landing right on his neck.

"You only learn bad things from your brother, not good ones? Is that all you've learned from him how to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards me?"

"No, Father, I was just questioning your command from a reasonable point of view. Just as a machine can make mistakes, you should be understanding of us."

Ferrus sometimes thinks that his father may have realized that he had problems with his communication and command abilities, and that these factors were among the reasons why he chose to hand over all military power to his sons.

The Black King merely flickered his "disc" slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction:

"You should have told these things to your children sooner. They will not tolerate any physical weakness. If you tell them that even steel can make mistakes, they will break down."

Feralus knelt on one knee, finally hearing some valuable words, and respectfully said:

“I understand, Father. But I need an opportunity to contact my children, at least to let them know my current situation.”

“I need help, not to be misunderstood as a warp demon who insults the image of the Primarch of Steel Hand.”

Black King teased:

“But you are a demon now, my demon. Haha, just kidding. If you want to do something, go to your brother. He's in some trouble right now, and you can help.”

When Aaron arrived at Mendis's door, he witnessed this chaotic scene.

The sky above the city was filled with stars, their bright light creating patterns that refreshed the mind.

It turns out that even after a demon's physical body is shattered, it still has this effect.

Aaron found what he was seeing strange, except that the people of Mendis didn't have heads on their necks these days.

The body's trajectory, guided by the starlight, gradually turned into a headless fly flying around aimlessly, and the originally refreshing atmosphere became distorted and biased.

Everyone rushed forward in a chaotic frenzy, each with their own ideas. One person crashed into the wall, another grabbed the ground, and the bloody gashes, illuminated by torches and bonfires, revealed the shadows of flesh and blood.

If someone were managing someone in this situation, they would probably be at a loss for what to do.

This city has become a living hell.

But these people are all alive, and Aaron can keenly sense that they have simply been corrupted and entered this headless state.

But the problem is that there is no source of pollution, and that's why the last few thousand people were tormented.

These people will die from various accidents because they are unable to eat, drink, or orient themselves.

No new pollution will spread. Many unsolved mysteries in human history are due to this. This is what the old folks often say: the barriers of this era are solid, and even if there is pollution, it will not affect the future.

But those who are currently suffering because of this pollution are truly enduring hardship.

When the curse was lifted after their deaths and their heads returned, people in other cities would only assume that some kind of plague had suddenly spread.

(Nurgle: Is this any of my business?)

Who would have thought that losing his head was the reason he starved and died of thirst?

At most, some strange cadaveric marks suggest that the head and neck position may have been different for a period of time when the person was alive.

Sigh, the old man once told Xiao An that in the future, a chicken would have its neck cut off and water and grains poured directly into its throat, and it would live for more than forty days.

What are we going to do with these people? We don't even know where their heads are. We have to feed each of them individually, and we can't keep up with the workload.

I wish someone could fix all this pollution.

Aaron recalled the craniotomy the old man had performed, where he literally opened up everyone's brains and then put them back in to solve the pollution problem.

Now they have to find the missing heads and get the old man to put them back one by one.

We also need to keep everyone calm and patiently await salvation without resorting to language.

The methods were listed out, but the first one was difficult to implement.

Because Aaron couldn't find out where these people's heads had gone.

He even risked reaching out to touch the cross-sections, only to find them empty, which caused the man excruciating pain.

"Hehe, you're stumped, aren't you? I always told you, you're just a mortal, you should just live your own life, why do you have to get involved in these things?"

Anda, arms crossed, chuckled and emerged from the night.

Now there's no need to wear a veil on his face, because people no longer have a head, so naturally they can't see his unparalleled beauty.

"Alright, get out of here. Your dad still has to do the work."

Anda loosened his arms, shook off his sleeves, and shook his head to let his freshly washed and psionicly dried hair fly away.

Now he truly looks like a god-king.

But he knew that Aaron would only think this way when he was useful. When he wasn't, he was just a useless person in the family, at most being called "father" out of politeness.

Perhaps they really do have a father-son relationship?

As for Aaron, he always felt that he couldn't do whatever he wanted in reality like he could in his dream future, and couldn't do all sorts of fantastical things.

Is it possible that these things only came into being because Aaron wanted to do them?

Oh no, who is the chosen one of humanity, the savior?

He, the future emperor of humanity, can't just be a tool for his son.

As Anda thought this, he stepped forward and spread his hands. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and thunderclouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the stars.

Without the twinkling of stars, the headless people underground no longer fled in panic and managed to settle down.

However, nothing further happened after that.

Aaron was still thinking that his father's actions were indeed extraordinary, and that these people were saved.

Then I saw the old man withdraw his hands, tie his sleeves back up, clearly looking like he had finished, and was about to turn around and go home to sleep.

Aaron rushed over, grabbed his sleeve, and asked from his side:

"Father, is that all?"

Anda and her son stared at each other, then naturally nodded.

"Yes, it's done. Now all we have to do is find their heads and put them back, and the curse will break on its own."

"I'm too old for you to go with you guys to look for someone's head in the middle of the night."

Aaron pointed around and asked:

"But where can we find their leader? I searched everywhere, but to no avail. He must not be in reality."

Adachi spread his hands and said:

"Yeah, didn't they say that you could see the eeriness of the statue once it's headless? They're probably all placed together. If you cut off your head too, you'll see it, right?"

The old man is always talking nonsense; he probably just wants me to beg him.

Aaron began muttering, "You once mentioned that a person retains consciousness for about five seconds after their head falls to the ground. Now, you're the only immortal being, so this matter of beheading—"

Upon hearing this, Anda tilted her head to the side, revealing her beautiful neck as she leaned closer to Aaron:

"Go ahead and chop, my head is right here."

"Sigh, those rebellious sons later on probably all learned from you."

Aaron was helpless; he had absolutely no way to deal with this clown.

He had no choice but to plead, and his eyes caught a glimpse of his father's pupils seemingly being forcibly rotated, with another black eyeball squeezing in.

He simply assumed he was seeing things.

"Father, please save these poor people."

Black King was stunned. What the hell? He just forced himself to log in and got such great benefits!

Fortunately, God's time does not require sequential recall; He already knew what He was facing. He simply nodded and reached out to tear open a rift in subspace.

The claim that the barriers of this era are solid has been mentioned many times, but each of the four gods has its own methods. He is still the Lord of Destruction, and rules are naturally meant to be broken.

A bright flame burned behind the crevice, encircling a headless, heavily armored giant.

If Tartarus, the underworld, truly exists, it must be the world behind this rift.

The giant bent down slightly, reached out and wedged the crack, extending his massive, flame-burning body over.