Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron glanced at it but did not feel any attraction from this strange astronomical phenomenon.

Soon, he saw an army gathered at the fork in the road leading from the village to the cliff.

A tall, demigod-like figure sat atop a metal chariot.

Standing beside him was a normal young human woman, dressed exactly like the women of Athens.

Aaron crept closer, wanting to observe this new younger brother he had never seen before.

He slipped into the village from the side, his face lighting up with delight.

The language spoken here is the same as in Athens, which means he can integrate quickly.

Aaron walked out of an alley and came to the front of the army. He watched the woman get out of the car and turned back to say;

"Your father allows you to change your name to Perseus once you come of age. Although I think Perseus, a variant of Perseus, suits you quite well. You are greater than any hero in our culture."

Katherine is leading Perseus, her brother who, as a child, climbed a cliff with his bare hands and conquered his father with seemingly innate wisdom and strength, back to his hometown.

"Of course, if you insist on changing the name, my father and I will stand up for you against the opinions of those traditional old men."

"So, have you chosen a name yet?"

Katherine was trying to find a topic to talk about, but her younger brother was in a really bad mood today.

After a long while, he finally moved his body and stepped off the chariot:

“I’m sorry, sister, I was thinking about something else. As for the new name, Peturabo, my instincts tell me that’s the name I should have.”

Katherine gently patted her younger brother's metal gauntlet:

“Then call me Peturabo, my good brother, you can be called whatever you want. This is your homeland. Today, lay down your armor, dismiss your army, and rest well here.”

Peturabo nodded slightly and opened his arms, and his attendants rushed to remove his armor.

He was so tall that it would take people quite a while to work on him.

“I haven’t been to this so-called hometown for a long time, but you still remember where it is. My father is different. He only wants me to use the skills in my mind to create more weapons for him to physically destroy the enemy and use my wisdom to mentally humiliate them.”

Peturabo muttered his grievances in a low voice, not even expecting Katherine to hear him.

He's just so strange. Even though he needs to confide in someone, and even though he's already made his voice heard, he doesn't dare let anyone hear him clearly.

It seems that doing so would make me appear as a coward.

Katherine turned her head and asked curiously:

"What did you just say? Oh dear, I already told you this is your last vacation before you turn 18. Don't think about anything, just relax."

Peturabo forced a dry smile onto his face:

"I know, you always like to lecture me."

"I'll only tolerate your lecturing, sister," Peturabo thought to himself. "Probably."

The two had only walked a few steps into the village when they saw a bald young man walking towards them.

“I think you have some questions that need answers. I am a priest of the Macedonian Temple, and perhaps the gods can answer them for you.”

"Look at this guy, the gloom in his eyes is so thick it won't dissipate. I think simply relaxing won't help. It's just using fleeting moments of happiness to mask the inner gloom, until all the external happiness fades away—"

Aaron spread his arms wide: "Bang! A tragedy is about to happen."

While Katherine was pondering the words of this suddenly appearing young man, Peturabo had already stepped forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and lifted him up.

“I never believe in any gods. I create all of reality with my own hands. I only trust my own brain.”

"Get lost, kid."

At this moment, Aaron, who was being lifted high by his younger brother, was looking at Peturabo's long, black, flowing hair with envy, which resembled his father's hair.

"Don't be so short-tempered. Besides, I'm older than you, not some kid."

Aaron reached out but couldn't touch his brother's face. Katherine stopped the rash act before Peturabo could throw him away:

“Bershuh—Petulabo, let him go. If this is someone who grew up in your hometown, he might remember things from your childhood. You told me that you don’t know why you know those things; you’ve lost that crucial memory.”

Katherine stepped between the two and comforted her younger brother.

Peturabo closed his eyes, released his grip, and let Aaron fall.

Fortunately, although Aaron, who had undergone Marum's training, still had the physical attributes of an ordinary person, his improved physical condition and reaction ability due to the dream world allowed him to land steadily without falling to the ground.

"Phew—what a temper. Apart from Guilliman, I always get hostile responses the first time I meet you guys."

Aaron muttered under his breath, patted his clothes, and decided to ignore his younger brother for now, turning to look at Katherine:

"Hello, I'm Aaron. Your eyes are beautiful, just like my mother's."

Katherine was amused by this approach and chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

“Many people have said these things, but my brother has dismissed them all.”

"However, apart from being bald, you are quite handsome. If you can pass my father's trials, perhaps you can pursue me."

Aaron shook his head and said, "No, no, I think you misunderstood me. I was simply expressing my longing for my mother, and I didn't mean to pursue you."

He looked at the other person carefully and added, "Your eyes look a lot like my mother's, but you're not as pretty as hers."

Aaron's emotional intelligence in dealing with women is the same as a father's when dealing with his son.

Katherine was taken aback, and the polite smile on her face turned awkward.

“I should have had Peturabo throw you out just now.”

Peturabo said coldly, "It's not too late to do this now. I hate these people who talk strangely and suddenly appear out of nowhere."

Chapter 80 This younger brother is definitely seriously ill, Terra's Lychees (32K)

"I've had enough of this nonsense, just die!"

Peturabo stepped aside to block Katherine, swinging one arm down from above.

Even without armor, the Primarch could smash a person's head into their neck with just his fists.

However, out of consideration for his family, Peturabo showed a rare display of kindness.

He just wanted to slap that weird bald guy against the wall.

The next moment, his arm, which seemed to be cast in metal, swung away and the young man in front of him turned into ashes and vanished.

At this moment, Katherine managed to speak up and stop her brother's actions.

"Petulabo, you—"

"Wait, what just happened? That person disappeared!"

When Katherine saw this extraordinary scene, she covered her mouth, looking completely incredulous.

"My God, this must be a test from a legendary deity. That's how it's described in myths. It could very well be Hermes, appearing when you come of age to explain the great deeds you must accomplish."

Katherine firmly believed that this was the cultural concept of the Olympia world.

Perturabo is so much like a demigod from mythology, a child of the god-king who was sent to earth.

Once he grows up, great achievements will be entrusted to him by fate.

Subconsciously, she hoped this idea could help to lift some of the strange thoughts in Peturabo's mind that his family couldn't understand.

At the very least, let the younger brother understand that he was born to shoulder great responsibilities and must not fall into a state of confusion or even obsession.

Whether Peturabo understood Katherine's feelings or not, he simply looked at his arm and slowly came to a stop:

“I don’t believe in gods, sister, I’ve said it many times. If I’m destined to accomplish something great, I’d rather do it in something other than war.”

"I have built too many war machines and heard the cries of countless enemies being crushed. But I only hope that people can live happier lives and that my machines can be used to cultivate farmland and open up mountain roads."

He invited Katherine to continue walking forward:

“After my coming-of-age ceremony, I will unify all of Olympia for my father. At that time, I may be able to escape from the war and do what I really want to do.”

(Dad: "Kid, what are you thinking about? Come work overtime on the Great Expedition!")

Perhaps I need your help, Katherine, to persuade my father.

Peturabo did not utter his last words; he had never asked anyone for help, let alone to resolve the confusion within himself.

If others realize that he is a coward, he will no longer be able to stand firm in his beliefs.

So be it, let him remain unknown, witnessing his sacrifice in solitude.

Finally, her family discovered it, and people realized her sacrifices.

They will find out eventually.

Subsequently, on the monument of Olympia's history, his name Peturabo will be immortalized and remembered by posterity!

Peturabo clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it.

But today I can accompany my sister to visit my "hometown," which is indeed a rare day.

"By the way, sister, has Father chosen a husband for you?"

He decided to take the initiative and become the questioner.

Katherine surveyed everything in the village, a slight pout playing on her lips:

“He has chosen quite a few, and many talented young men have come to court him. However, I feel that my future husband must be approved by you. You are a demigod-like figure, and only those approved by you are qualified to be my husband.”

Peturabo burst into laughter, clutching his stomach:

“That would be difficult. Those people were so scared of me that their legs trembled. In front of my father, they could barely utter a complete sentence.”

"If I am truly a demigod, only a god in this world is worthy of you."

No, the only eligible young man who showed no fear whatsoever in his hands was that bald guy from earlier!

And that bald guy flirted with Katherine right in front of her!

Peturabo's laughing face instantly turned grim:

"Damn it, I have a terrible premonition of the future. Now, I'm issuing orders to our army: no bald man is to come near you!"

Katherine was not quite used to Peturab’s wildly imaginative thinking; her brother had never been so excited before.

He no longer seemed like a demigod, but had become a real family member.