Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron's dream tonight wasn't very pleasant. It wasn't that he encountered any hardships in the dream, but rather that one of his younger brothers ran into some tricky trouble.

Instead, he dreamt that he was wearing heavy industrial protective clothing, standing on the edge of a rotating mixer, watching countless metal parts, debris, or garbage of unknown origin being poured into it from above.

My job is to hold a specially made stick that is seven or eight meters long and stir it continuously in the metal pool of water in the mixer.

Looking up, one sees the inner wall of a larger container, its top obscured by rising smoke, obscuring the view outside.

Only when the pipes descend in an extremely regular pattern, emptying the metal debris into them, do they rise again.

The bright light from the mixer tank illuminated the surroundings, yet a glance around still gave off a gloomy and chilly atmosphere, as if the light should have been called darkness.

Aaron was standing on the iron fence passage above the pool entrance. There was no protection on either side, and the fence panels were uneven at every joint. Each individual panel looked like a piece of meat that had been gnawed on by an old man, making it difficult to stand steadily.

In addition, each time you stir the stick, you have to use a lot of force, and you could easily fall down if you're not careful.

He even felt that the environment was designed so that the person stirring it would fall in.

Compared to the sulfurous impact on breathing in the volcanic environment that Aaron was familiar with, the rising smoke here felt more like some kind of toxic corrosive gas. He could even feel the friction of his outer protective suit against his skin with every movement, each time feeling like some kind of festering mucus rubbing against his ear.

This raises serious questions about whether the protective suit can still function properly.

But at least it doesn't give people the disgusting feeling that they have become one with the protective suit under the high temperature and toxic metal gas.

This means that this thing is still working.

After Aaron made a preliminary assessment of his surroundings, and even subconsciously felt that this was not the world where his younger brother lived, a knocking sound came from the outer wall of the container he was in: thump thump thump!

Then came a barrage of shouts and curses:

"Fools, put in more effort and stir at the frequency recorded in the spell I, the great Holmes, taught you before!"

"Don't ask such a basic question as why the mixer isn't turned on and why it's being stirred manually!"

"This is a major project in which the master is allocating dangerous demon gold. The fact that you fools were chosen is already an act of great mercy from the master, who has allowed you to witness it together!"

Aaron listened with curiosity; the voice was so hoarse it sounded like there were two completely misfitting gears stuck in his throat, each wanting to turn in its own direction.

Could it be a mechanical demon?

I wonder if they might have a mouthful of phlegm stuck in their mouths. Is this considered lubricant or something else?

Aaron raised his head and asked loudly, "What is this 'Danger Demon Gold'?"

A few seconds of silence followed. Then, a long-necked demon head emerged from the corrosive fumes above the container. Its features were barely human, a rusty lump of iron. One eye was covered by a rotten protective goggle, while the other eye was an empty, broken metal frame with several insects strung together by nails crawling inside.

I don't know if these nails are the outer shell, or if this is life itself made of metal.

The demon's mouth was made up of two gears, each wrapped around a metal plate attached to a conveyor belt.

As soon as the gears start to rotate back and forth, they will cause the metal plate to open and close with a click, making a sound.

This must be the devil who calls himself Holmes.

Holmes twisted his neck and circled Aaron, nearly pushing him off several times.

After observing for a few laps, he excitedly spoke up:

"Weren't they supposed to send only the most dull-witted servants? Well, there's even one with curiosity! Good! Good!"

"I will now tell you what this sinister metal is. It is the latest filthy material developed by the master. Once it is thrown, it can contaminate and attach itself to the enemy's armor and metal equipment, occupy the original position of the machine spirit, and convey the will to cause heavy losses to the enemy."

"This process is incredibly safe and won't be detected at all. After all, there aren't many enemies who can recognize so-called machine spirits. They'll just assume it's a machine spirit if the equipment they're wearing or using seems slightly unusual. Through constant twisting, it eventually transforms the machine's owner into its most loyal servant!"

This is one of the new abilities that Vashtor gained after glimpsing the opportunity to ascend to godhood.

In the past, Vashtor needed to create some abominable machines and develop ugly technologies to spread and expand their influence.

Now, all it takes is to create a metal material to complete the corruption, much like how the Ancient Four could create demons or cast blessings with a mere flick of their wrists.

This also signifies that Vashtor is getting closer to the throne of the Vicious Arts God, and that he can now unleash some abilities that only those with divine status possess.

Holmes was one of Vashtor's creations in his attempt to split the Great Demon. Although he did not have the power of the Great Demon, his significance to Vashtor was no different from that of the Great Demon.

Therefore, the project involving the divine power of sinister metal was assigned to Holmes.

The ultimate success of this project requires the sacrifice of dull-witted individuals to tarnish what the enemy calls the "machine soul."

Holmes had captured and examined several samples, and the machine spirits within them could not even be considered subspace beings with complete consciousness; they were merely collections of thoughts.

The souls of dull, chaotic servants are precisely what corrupt them.

I never expected to meet such a clever person today, who would even take the initiative to ask about the origins of my skills.

For any expert in technical principles, there's always a sense of pride in having someone ask them professional questions.

Of course, if this person turns out to be a fool in the end, then they won't be likable.

But if you encounter a clever and quick-witted apprentice, someone you'd love to impart all your knowledge to, that would satisfy your desire to be a teacher, and be one of life's greatest pleasures.

"Whatever your name was before, from today onwards, you are my apprentice. I will call you, Wuwu, Number Eleven. The master's number is eleven, and He has recently been exploring the secrets of Number Eleven."

"Let's call it Number Eleven."

Holmes muttered to himself, completely disregarding the opinions of the "servant" in front of him, and simply used his own neck to wrap around Aaron and drag him out of the container.

Once Aaron landed and stood firm, he found himself standing on the deck of a stranded steel ship.

The deck was broken open with many cracks, and the containers containing the mixer were placed on the inner walls of the containers.

The entire scene takes place inside an underwater volcano, where the water pressure issue that the father is very concerned about in the real world poses no threat.

Aaron even found the feeling of walking on an underwater volcano quite amazing.

"Curiosity, that's it. I like you, Number Eleven. Those dull-witted servants only know how to do things step by step, but we need wilder, more angular, and self-aware cogs."

Holmes preferred Aaron's physical expression of the novelty he felt in his new environment, rather than the sluggishness and resentment or panic that was displayed by the chaotic servants who were sent there.

At this moment, Aaron also saw Holmes in full.

A strange creature made of steel with short forelimbs, more like a combination of Tyrannosaurus Rex and Brachiosaurus as described by my father.

The torso is that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but the neck is that of a Brachiosaurus.

It turns out that besides giraffes, there really are other creatures with long necks.

Fortunately, Xiao An always climbs up to get food from the trees instead of standing on the ground and trying to stretch her neck to eat it directly. Otherwise, when Xiao An goes back tens of thousands of years to the future and wears power armor, she will have to specially lengthen the protection around her neck.

“Start by learning the most basic materials science and dynamics. I don’t care how much you knew before, but now you have to re-engrave this wonderful knowledge into your soul using my teaching method.”

Holmes led Aaron to the highest point of the shipwreck, a workshop with neatly arranged processing equipment and raw materials.

This hit Aaron right where it hurts, as if something had been meticulously investigated and specially prepared as a trap for Aaron.

Whenever I come here and see this set of tools, I will be unable to leave!

He rushed inside, carefully observing how to use the tools and trying to figure out what kind of craftwork could be created.

If the exoskeleton power arm that his father had sent away to Pete was just a toy sculpture, then now that Aaron has these tools and materials, he can create a real power arm that is compatible with the Primarch and can be used on the battlefield.

There are many more ingenious ideas, which makes it possible to complete them!

Could it be that the King of Babylon was seeking skilled craftsmen to help build wonders like the Hanging Gardens, and his dream found a place where he could get demonic tools and materials for free?

Many fathers who used to talk a lot about scientific principles but couldn't explain them clearly now have a role to personally explain them to them.

Holmes was very satisfied with Aaron's performance and began the first lesson on the spot, starting with the most basic principles of mechanical operation and which material combinations these principles apply to.

It decided to make Aaron its representative, and after he completed his studies, he would return him to the material world, so that the sinister metal and all that he had learned could create great achievements in the real universe and spread the name of its master far and wide!

From now on, it won't just be the fourth ancient one, but the fifth ancient one!

Meanwhile, Vashtor was burning the midnight oil, perusing numerous hidden and abhorrent documents, and even using the divine power of his malevolent arts to connect with the forbidden technology used when the Primarch was first created.

Since the Primarch was born from impurity, was the birth of the Messiah, the first child of the Dark Lord, also powered by malevolent arts?

If these things can be understood, it becomes possible for Him to create His own messiah with malevolent arts.

(Slaanesh: No, this Messiah is purely natural.)

Chapter 510 The Hanging Gardens Must Be in the Air (3K)

"What is this child doing in his sleep? He looks a bit like the fourth brother and a bit like the tenth brother."

Early in the morning, Anda was leaning against the window of Aaron's room. He was inevitably hungry after waking up, but there was no food prepared for him.

They had no choice but to look for the person in charge of the household, but Marum and Little Ann had disappeared.

The fifth dog wouldn't actually be affected by eating leftover hay; at least it wouldn't go hungry.

He could only look at his eldest son, who was still fast asleep, and sigh helplessly.

Aaron had a dream last night, and although he was lying in bed, his arms and hands were sticking out of the blankets, banging and tapping, and occasionally he would use his hands to pick up parts that didn't exist in reality and start piecing something together.

Anda really wanted to kick Aaron up and make him hurry up and cook.

But then he worried that this was an important matter being handled with some brothers, and what if his kick accidentally killed the affected Primarch's son?

So the hungry old father could only lean against the window, groaning softly, trying to wake his eldest son, who was able to cook, in a gentler way.

He simply couldn't bring himself to go to the kitchen and prepare the packaged ingredients. How could the dignified ruler of mankind cook for himself?

An hour later, Marum led Xiao An through the gate, carrying a huge basket filled with the groceries they had bought in one hand, and supporting the sleepy-eyed Xiao An on his shoulder in the other.

"Oh dear—your master is going to starve! Hurry up and cook! All of you, the eldest is a lazy bum, the twelfth is a fool, and Marum, this family is counting on you!"

Anda charged forward like a zombie, arms outstretched in an almost contorted posture, circling around Marum. The hunger in his eyes was almost tangible, and his hands groped Marum's body.

It's unclear whether he intends to eat the raw, unprocessed ingredients or to stuff Angron alive into his mouth to fill his stomach first.

Anyway, if the original's meat is made according to Xiao An's standards, it is an excellent ingredient. Maybe in the future, even if we have searched for other ingredients, the food we make will not be ideal.

In the end, all they could do was look at their own flesh.

Marum looked up at the sky, raised both hands high, and asked with a puzzled expression:

“Sir, I judged based on your normal wake-up time to go out to buy ingredients, so you should have just woken up at this time.”

Anda jumped up and down, finally managing to pluck a few vegetable leaves, which he stuffed into his mouth without caring whether they were clean or not, stammering:

"It's because we didn't eat dinner last night, and we were taken to an inn to rest as soon as we entered the city. Although most people in this era eat two meals a day, your master can't make do. Without dinner, even Coz's hand won't come."

Marum wanted to say that, sir, you don't need to use others as an excuse.

He's worried that the food will be eaten before the meal is even ready.

Ah, he had an idea.