Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The bald ghost that had appeared when he tamed White Scar was now smiling at him.

"Where does my little brother want to go in such a hurry? My brother's driving speed is much faster than White Scar's."

Chagatai calmed down and pointed in a direction, realizing that nothing was more important than the safety of his adoptive father.

Aaron hopped up and handed the handle to Chagatai. He suddenly felt that his younger brother's expression was a little strange, and he shouldn't be so optimistic.

Based on past experience, Chagatai is most likely in trouble.

"Thank you. We can talk about who you are later. Now, I must return to my tribe."

Chagatai gripped the handle, his eyes blazing. Almost instantly, the white scar, now fused with the scarab beetle, turned golden and roared off with the chariot.

Chapter 69 The Khan's Approval

Chagatai found it difficult to describe what kind of speed this was.

He seemed born to drive this chariot.

Even the Earth's gravity couldn't bind it, so much so that it looked like White Scar was carrying a carriage forward, not needing to move its limbs to run, but floating at a certain distance high up.

The white scar itself blended with the chariot, turning into a lightning-like gold, making it appear even more majestic.

This led Chagatai to realize the joy of the white scar.

This most unruly Chocobos horse, which had never shown any joy even after being tamed, was now so excited.

Not to mention the driving experience of this vehicle that is completely integrated with one's body, and the speed that is ten times greater than White Scar's previous limits, all of which mean that this may not be a vehicle born for ground combat.

Chagatai even felt that if he turned around and faced the sky, the car would take him into the sky without hesitation!

These novel sensations even somewhat alleviated his inner anxieties.

He was somewhat optimistic; the fixed ceremony held at sunset was the time when the tribe was most relaxed.

If they return to the tribe at the current pace, then Angge Khan will certainly still be upholding his duties and handling the tribe's affairs.

There are guards who grew up with him and stand by him.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and was able to spare some attention to look at the young man beside him.

“On behalf of the Tuskar tribe, I sincerely thank you, ghost. I think you must be the one who brought me good luck. This is the first time I've met White Scar by your side. This time, you saved my family.”

"By the way, why did you attack those people directly? Logically speaking, you should have been more wary of me, who is no ordinary person."

Aaron was pleased with his brothers' vigilance; at least when they first met, Loka had beaten him to a pulp.

If the younger brothers have a good awareness of fraud prevention, they can avoid being abducted by bad people!

Aaron coughed a few times, looked sincerely at his younger brother who currently had the most hair, and began to speak:

"Ahem, I won't play tricks this time. I am Aaron Well, and also your brother. I lived more than 30,000 years ago, and died very young, so don't worry about me interfering in your lives. I just hope to meet you brothers I've never met before before I die, and by the way, help me solve some problems."

"Since you are my good brothers, then the people you are dealing with are my enemies!"

Chagatai neither confirmed nor denied this, offering no opinion, but instead asked:

"Let's leave that aside for now, as you say. Where does this power come from, that it can connect so perfectly with my body?"

Aaron said disdainfully, "Our father's power? That old man just made a random contraption. Marum said that our father often slacked off when he was working. If it weren't for his careful checks every time, the chariot might have suddenly fallen apart in front of us."

“I don’t know when your father will come to pick you up. He is an immortal god, and I guess he’ll be the one to throw you out and let you grow up on your own. He used to do that, and when you achieved something great, he would come out with a smile and say, ‘My dear son, come and work for your father!’ He was like Hercules, Perseus, and so on.”

"Remember to beat him up when you see him! I've always wanted to do that, but I can't beat him."

Chagatai wasn't interested in these names; he was only keenly aware of "you."

That is, he has many brothers.

Then came God.

If what this man says is true, then he is the son of God. The child that Angko Khan longed for, a gift from heaven.

God, just moments before he had made up his mind that he would never believe in any so-called gods or fate, and would use ruthless power to defeat his enemies and protect what he loved.

The next moment, the god played a trick on him, providing a solution to the problem.

How annoying.

“Sigh, I understand. I really dislike being bound by anyone. If I meet him—and don’t get me wrong, I can’t confirm our relationship yet—I’ll beat him up. If he really is a god, why does he always make people suffer?”

The scarabs moved much faster than Chagatai had initially predicted. Just as the sun had passed the apex of the dome, the terrain near the tribe that Chagatai was familiar with was already visible on the horizon.

You can even see temporary markets that have been set up to form tribal alliances.

Goods are scarce on the grasslands, so any gathering is an opportunity for everyone to exchange what they have.

He looked closely, his eyes like those of a Chogoris eagle, and saw that the flag of Tuscal was still flying high, without a trace of blood.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief, because if something went wrong, the flag was usually the first symbol to be destroyed.

Chagatai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were now cold and sharp.

"I'm about to go on a killing spree. If you mind, please close your eyes. You look like you're under twenty, but your tone is so naive, like a seven or eight-year-old child."

Aaron frowned, touched his face, and asked in confusion:

Do I look like a child?

Chagatai nodded and said, "If your life experiences have shaped your personality, then you must have a rather perfect family. I'm puzzled as to why you want me to attack your father."

Before Aaron could answer, he raised the knife in his hand, and the screech of the scarabs beneath him had already attracted the attention of many tribes.

The common people began to scream and flee until they saw Chagatai's figure and the gleam of the golden sword that symbolized the Khan's position.

Only then did he kneel down and prostrate himself before the divine name.

"I am Chagatai! Son of Angge Khan!" Chagatai roared, his voice even louder than the thunderous roar of the scarab chariot, echoing in everyone's ears.

“Father! These villains attempted to assassinate Tuscal. In your name, I will punish them!”

Chagatai's voice made the people of Tuskar subconsciously relax, but the content of his words was utterly horrifying.

But before they could react, they saw the golden lightning bolt rush into the tribe, heading straight for the leaders of the other tribes.

Although the worst did not happen, Chagatai's anger never subsided.

For some reason, Chagatai instinctively reached out and covered Aaron's eyes. He didn't need to hold the handle to control the chariot; he only needed one hand to cut off the heads of those sinners who attempted to attack Tuscal.

This older brother, if he really is an older brother.

He should be averse to bloodshed; he appears completely harmless and lives in a wonderful era.

Chagatai thought to himself, and then he thought of Angge Khan's daughter, which gave him a lot of strange ideas.

At this moment, Aaron was being held down by his younger brother's hands, unable to break free, and was furious but unable to make a sound.

Why is this little brother playing with suffocation?!

Little did he know, two people in his family were now worrying about his life's most important matters.

Chapter 70 The Dream of All the Boys in Egypt, Anda

By the time the turmoil subsided, Aaron's face was flushed red.

However, he didn't suffocate because he realized he wasn't in a physical body and then tried to breathe through his ears.

When the restraints in front of me disappeared and I was carried off the vehicle, I found myself inside a strange tent.

The tent was very large, seemingly built to the size of a house.

They could even set up a banquet, with many tables set up for kneeling.

The tables and seats were already full of people, most of whom looked bald, though they had a lot of hair on the sides, which they braided.

Seemingly realizing that carrying his supposed "elder brother" was somewhat impolite, Chagatai went to his seat, a seat specially made for him.

Only then did he put Aaron down and look at the main seat of the tent, where an elderly man, somewhat aged, with a gentle expression and tired eyes, sat.

“Father! Great Angge Khan, your expectations have been disappointed once again. Those tribesmen tried to attack me, they even defiled the name of God, just to keep me away.”

"They will make their move when the sun disappears at the edge of the grassland."

Chagatai spoke calmly, showing no anger whatsoever, simply stating what he had seen.

Angge Khan did not answer his adopted son's question, but instead looked apologetically at Aaron, who was looking around:

"Young hero, please forgive my son's rudeness. That golden carriage, is it yours?"

Aaron quickly sat up straight, just like the people around him, and began to speak:

“Father, ah, cough cough, excuse me, Chagatai is my younger brother. Since you are his adoptive father, it doesn’t matter if I call you father. That old man won’t care.”

"I'll keep it short. Although our real father is indeed a god in a cultural sense, he's just a decrepit old man. I live in the past, and my brothers will be scattered in various places in the future. Although my father will find them, I think that old man just doesn't want to raise children."

Tens of thousands of years ago, Erda suddenly felt much more comfortable on her back, as if a lot of things she was carrying had been thrown off.

Never mind, the Kingdom of Macedonia is also going to hold a Dionysian festival, and even the Temple of Apollo, where I serve as a priest, is going to be requisitioned.

Focus on getting through this year. Next year, my son will turn eighteen, and then I'll go see how he looks. At least he'll be a handsome young man.

I need to worry about my son's wife in advance; that old man Anda probably never cares about these things.

Chogoris, Tuscal's Great Tent.

Angko Khan smiled gently and stroked his beard:

“I see. I understand now. I had always known that Chagatai would leave us and embark on the journey that was meant for him. He truly is a child of God. I only hope that the education I have received over the past four years has not failed his destiny.”

Chagatai immediately said, "Father, please do not doubt me. You will always be my father. Even if that god descends one day, I will still examine His purpose!"

Aaron clapped his hands and said:

"Yes! That's it! It would be best to just punch him in the face! Make him black and blue!"

"Oh no, I'm waking up, little brother. I'll tell you one last thing: this car is called the Scarab. That old man deliberately didn't follow your customs when he named it, just to make you feel awkward."

“You can choose a new name. Also, actually, I accidentally switched White Scar with our donkey. I apologize to you. This car is my gift. You said you're only four years old, so I hope this doesn't leave any psychological scars!”

After Aaron finished speaking, he disappeared with a bang.

He's been here too long.

Chagatai stood frozen in place after hearing everything, instinctively clenching his fists.