Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

All luggage had to be opened and inspected, and they also had to check whether anyone was wearing accessories related to heretical beliefs.

Fortunately, Aaron's family was quite ordinary, and apart from the donkey, there was nothing noteworthy about them.

As for why the donkey was mentioned in particular, well, the garrison commander of Quatland had been hinting that his wife was seriously ill, and had sought an oracle, saying that a potion should be made from the hide of a donkey that had come from afar.

Unfortunately, this family seemed to be deaf, and not one of them thought of showing filial piety.

The city defense official then wanted to arrange for the family to enter the city tomorrow, and spend the night outside the city enjoying the cool breeze, within his authority.

They had already reached Mesopotamia, where the temperature difference between day and night was significant, so they were also made to experience the pain of illness.

The medicine made from donkey skin might not taste very good, but since the donkeys don't even have skin left, the remaining donkey meat naturally ends up in their stomachs.

Sigh, those who work at the city gates are exposed to the sun and rain, so they definitely need a good meal.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the thing on the donkey cart, which he had assumed was dead, slowly stiffen and remove its veil:

"Ahem, I am seriously ill. I have come to the city to seek out a renowned doctor. I hope you will be lenient with me."

In that instant, the city guard felt as if he had seen a real god standing before him, pitiful and deserving of sympathy.

His sickly frown and slightly parted lips made it seem as if Marduk himself was pounding his heart with thunder.

He really wished his wife would die of illness right now, so that he could easily marry another good woman.

"Come in quickly, the cold wind at night will only worsen your condition. There's a place in the east of the city where travelers can rest. Take my pass with you, and they'll arrange the best rooms for you."

“Marduk above, He subdued Tiamat in the deep, surely to await the birth of a beauty like you.”

The city guard was bewitched by the enchantress. He took off his waist token and stretched it out, thinking that he could touch the beauty's hand in this way.

Ah! How could such a perfect being be born in this world? It must be a creation of God!

Unexpectedly, the beauty's slender fingers were extremely skillful, and she accepted the waist token without touching him at all.

Those dark eyes seemed to hold Tiamat spinning within them, captivating him and leaving him utterly mesmerized.

By the time they came to their senses, the donkey cart had already gone far away, and even the sound of its wheels on the ground could hardly be heard anymore.

Marduk/Tiamat are the names of the chief god and the subdued monster in Babylonian mythology, respectively, and are also the prototypes of the "beasts" subdued by the gods in later monotheistic religions.

This beast was also the Earth Mother Goddess, a primordial deity who gave birth to the gods, but then found them noisy and prepared to destroy them.

It also has a similar tone to the story of the gods rebelling against their mother Gaia in Greek mythology.

Many early myths contain stories where the gods first subdue the beasts or primal giants representing the wildness of nature, and only later do they address binary oppositions such as good and evil.

These beasts and primordial giants may have been the gods that existed before the birth of the gods that humans could understand, communicate with, and worship.

Chapter 507 The Salt Sea and the Sweet Sea, Emperor Septim and Tarasin the Endless (3K)

Early mythology did not exclude the idea of ​​giving these beasts the status of primordial deities, but monotheism broke away from these origins and transformed the images of beasts and giants into complete enemies.

Anda is explaining local mythology and other deep-sea connections to his sons.

He is also a part of the story.

"The Babylonians believed that the world was initially covered by water, and the locals placed great importance on the water god and the wind god. The sea was divided into the salt sea and the sweet sea, and Tiamat was the goddess of the salt sea, who was united with Apsu, the goddess of the sweet sea."

"Then the old couple thought the later gods were too noisy, so they prepared to destroy the world, but were killed by their son Marduk. Because the beast was in the water, its image is more like a dragon."

"Speaking of which, it would be more accurate to call this place the Chaldean Kingdom. The ancient Babylonian Kingdom had been destroyed many times before. What we see now is the new Babylon built by the Babylonians and the Median Kingdom after they overthrew the Assyrian Empire."

"Fortunately, ancient culture and mythology have been passed down normally, and the Neo-Babylonian Kingdom was committed to living according to the culture of our ancient ancestors, which is why we have the opportunity to see how people lived more than a thousand years ago."

Anda finished telling these ancient stories while gnawing on a leg of lamb.

"Some of these stories were told to me by your grandfather."

He added that describing the joys of family life was intended to plant a seed in the hearts of his two sons.

He still needed to lay the groundwork for what his sons would do when they grew up. It didn't matter that Aaron died young, but he couldn't handle having more than twenty sons causing trouble later on.

It's for the stability of the Empire; a stable relationship between the Primarchs and their families also contributes to the Empire's development.

To put it extremely, if their family had lived in harmony, human civilization might have progressed smoothly instead of being harmed by them.

Xiao An listened with great interest and shouted:

"I never imagined that the beasts we'll eat in the future already exist in mythology! But if they're soaking in salt water, won't they taste worse later?"

"Why can't this beast be the God of the Sweet Sea?"

Before he could utter any more controversial words, his father quickly covered his mouth with one hand and gestured for him to be quiet with the other.

"Shh, you can't say things like that. Sweet and salty... sigh—"

Xiao An was a bit restless, struggling to break free from her father's grasp, covered in sweat: "What's wrong with talking about this? Every flavor has its value. I'm just wondering why the God of the Sweet Sea didn't leave behind more of his deeds."

The old man adopted a mysterious and unfathomable demeanor, refusing to speak, which forced Xiao An to circle around his father, begging him to explain.

Only after Marum had settled the fifth child did he go into the house, pick up little An, and prepare to take him to bathe, explaining as he did so:

"For intelligent life, once it recognizes the existence of the individual and the object, it will naturally seek out friends who agree with it and oppose enemies who disagree with it."

Xiao An, unable to understand such profound language, covered his head and shouted:

"Brother, save me! Uncle Marum is about to start his long-winded lecture again! I just want something delicious, salty or sweet!"

Aaron handed over a towel and a change of clothes, smiling broadly as he said:

"Marum is trying to tell you that human conflicts are not just about big issues; they can manifest in everything from the taste of food to the style of clothing. Wise people may be able to find a balance, but most of us, including ourselves, are not wise."

Xiao An was thrown into the bucket, bobbing up and down, struggling to stay afloat and clinging to the edge.

“I think Dad, my brother and my uncle are all quite smart. I’ve never seen you argue with anyone over any differences in your views.”

Aaron finished making the bed, and then kicked away the old man who was about to grab it immediately, sighing:

"Perhaps we haven't encountered a dispute that can make us angry yet."

The old man clung to the blanket stubbornly, refusing to give up even after Aaron kicked his waist several times.

He smiled and said, "Oh dear, the bed is all made up. Let me rest first. There are plenty of other rooms available. You young people should be considerate of an old man like me."

Aaron had no idea what was going on, and before he knew it, he saw his father had slipped onto the bed, taken up all the space, and started snoring away.

Even if I picked up the soaking wet Xiao An and sat on his face, he didn't react.

This old man is so disgusting that he's impossible to deal with, so Aaron had no choice but to set up the other rooms as well, and tonight Xiao An will be thrown onto the old man's bed.

Fortunately, Marum helped with many of the housework, so we weren't too tired tonight. Everyone, including the fifth brother, had a place to rest and could shake off the fatigue from the journey.

Aaron crawled into bed, but even with his eyes closed, he couldn't resist the drowsiness.

No wonder even Zeus was lured into sleep by Hypnos in mythology, which prevented him from observing the developments of the Trojan War in time, causing the balance of power to tilt briefly.

Peaceful sleep, truly the most beautiful blessing for all life.

As long as you fall asleep in a safe and comfortable environment, it's as if all the obstacles you encounter when you're awake will disappear.

More than 40,000 years later, the Space Necromancer Emperor Septon was moving his long-dormant body, suppressing all the Mechanicus monks in front of him.

"They are neither human nor ghost, even worse than us. How did intelligent life in later generations fall to such a state?"

The grand inquiries echoed through the throne room of the Hierophant Pyramid, but received no answer except for a slight tremor in the ancient murals on the walls and the eerie green flames.

thump--

These "little people" dressed in red robes were casually discarded on the ground by the French emperor as if they were toys. He did not take these poor lives, but only had the idea of ​​keeping them as pets.

In their brief encounter, he had discerned the thoughts of these little red-robed figures and learned that it was the so-called Mechanicus who were digging for lost technology throughout the galaxy.

Staying behind to help find their own kind is a way of making use of waste.

More importantly, he wanted to try to reconnect these fleshy, idiotic brain tissues.

Since the Mechanicus can continuously increase the mechanical proportion within their bodies, why can't the Necromancer cultivate life tissue within their own metal shells?

It has nothing to do with exploring life or soul; it's simply about separating out some energy to cultivate so-called flesh and blood tissue, just like how some of our kind cultivated flowers and plants countless ages ago.

This time, however, the seed is on myself.

Of course, countless space zombies have tried this, but none of them could bear the pain of clearly realizing that they were nothing more than a pile of metal skeletons.

However, Emperor Septim had only awakened seventeen hours earlier, and this was his first attempt.

Almost the instant this ancient dynasty awoke, the Triune Council sensed the presence of this powerful Dharma Emperor and delivered the contents of the previous resolution.

The undead race is about to officially return to the galaxy. The ancient saints have fallen, and the star gods have shattered and become their tools.

The Eldar have entered a period of decline. The so-called new era's galactic overlords are nothing more than Earth monkeys, barely alive and ready to be pushed away by another hand.

That would allow them to push this huge, bloated, ugly thing off the cliff.

In this way, the entire galaxy will become the domain of their undead race!

No, this originally belonged to them; they're just taking back what's rightfully theirs.

“I am already aware of the resolution of the Three Holy Council, but I did not expect that Mephisto would be one of them.”

Septton's body settled back on the throne, his sharp fingers mimicking his habit from his lifetime, scraping across the area above his crossed thighs and knees.

He was a brave and skilled warrior when he was alive, but a war damaged his knees.

After death, he slept in eternal sleep, and upon waking, all he heard were the sounds of metal clashing and rubbing together.

“Master, Lady Hapsara of Light and Lady Mephisto of Shadow are already members of the Council of the Three Saints, and we should show them respect.”

His servants respectfully spoke up to remind him, lest the French king do something inappropriate.

After all, there was already the precedent set by Imotek.

The burly metal figure on the throne burst into laughter, but the laughter sent chills down one's spine:

"What sir? When they were so scared on the battlefield that they wet their pants, it was I who protected them and helped them evacuate safely. So what are you so wary of? The Silent King and the envoys of the Three Holy Council are even preparing to draw their weapons!"

These sounds filled the throne room, and the ancient sages depicted in the murals seemed to turn their heads to look at them.

Neither the messenger nor the servants knew how to respond.

Then another laugh rang out, from Tarasin, the Endless One of the Nehrad dynasty, a necromancer overlord known for his control of infinite wealth and his policy of isolation.

Of course, this isolation policy also made it difficult for the undead to find this fellow being, and they even believed that Tarachin was a ghost.

"The Storm King Imotek has started a rebellion, Lord Septon. He is the first Archmage to defy the laws of my race."