Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Or some things are even more abstract than his own, which he can't stand.

Aaron became interested and temporarily set aside his thoughts on the idea of ​​using saliva to cure diseases, and asked seriously:

"So you really did build the pyramids in Egypt! For whom did you build them?"

Anda frowned, pondered seriously, and after recalling some distant memories, finally spoke:

"One of my companions was worried that he might not be able to be resurrected after death. He was a newbie, so he figured out how the pyramids could preserve food. Before he died, he emptied his internal organs to see where he would be resurrected."

As Adachi recounted the story, he found himself somewhat amused:

"We observed him for over ten years, and finally found that his body had completely decomposed, so we had to wrap it up with bandages. In the end, he came from Australia, you don't need to know where that is. Cough cough, this unfortunate guy swam all the way here in a sampan to meet us."

"The Egyptians who witnessed this believed that if they followed the instructions, the dead could be resurrected. This became the origin of the Egyptians' belief in the god of death, as well as all sorts of other things like the River Styx and mummies."

When Anda talks about these past events, he always seems genuinely happy.

This made Aaron realize that his father might have been a decent young man when he was younger.

It's because they can't die that their minds gradually become twisted.

Marum returned in the early hours of the morning with the information he had gathered.

None of the three could sleep, except for the donkey outside the tent, which slept soundly.

Anda glanced at the message and roughly understood what had happened.

Because the barrier between the real world and the warp remains solid, only Horus's battle with himself can transcend time.

As a result, the forces on both sides are quite abstract.

Nurgle couldn't even infect the Roman soldiers with the same power he had when he first casually tossed the garden out, except for that jade goblet made using the Pharaoh's vessel.

His greatest ability right now is to cause some real-world disease-related plagues.

Then they killed some people and used their corpses, along with the catapults built by Enriwen, the vessel of Vashtor, to throw them into Thebes.

It sounds like this behavior pleased both Nurgle and Vashtor, the 1.9 deities.

This was the first time Aaron had ever heard of a patient's body being ejected like a stone.

"This is truly vicious; I've never heard of such despicable behavior before."

Looking at his naive son, Anda said in a sermon:

"Human thoughts are dangerous. Sometimes, in order to destroy their own kind, they can commit terrible acts without even the temptation of demons. It could even be said that such behavior gives rise to those demonic thoughts."

“Oh no,” he slapped his thigh, “Why did I tell you so much?”

"We just need to figure out what to do when the time comes to prevent this behavior from happening."

Aaron nodded and said:

“That catapult sounds like a slingshot. Let’s burn all that equipment.”

"Or destroy those mechanical structures."

Anda shook his head and said, "The physical aspects are easy to handle, but the conceptual integration is too difficult. Oh well, let's go to sleep and see how to solve the problem when it arises."

He covered his head and went to sleep, but felt a wave of nausea.

Vashtor is vying with himself for the concept; the Black King's is one thing, and Omnisiah's is another.

It's one thing for this guy to cooperate with Tzeentch, since it only takes a little brainpower to deal with him.

But that bastard actually went to find Nurgle!

How infuriating! Can you really tolerate your ingenious and skillful creations producing such a magnificent machine throwing away a pile of shit?

Isn't this forcing myself to go back to that cesspool again?

Damn it, if he had the chance, he would be the first to tear Vashtor apart with his bare hands, and then twist the gear on that guy's ass onto his neck!

While Anda was feeling down, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming task of cleaning latrines.

Inside Nurgle Garden, in front of the black wooden house.

The exquisite gold-plated doll is now covered in filth, with several "adorable" Nurgles crawling in each joint, competing to see which maggots pulled from the crevices of its body can crawl from the doll's feet to its head faster.

The doll was not allowed to climb the hillside and knocked on the door to enter the wooden house.

Countless flies formed a language that both sides could understand, and thus began their communication.

The loving father is currently shaping his body to pamper his son, but he's also been in a bad mood lately, so this is the only way he can meet with outsiders.

After all, he's a homebody and doesn't want to see people.

"Lord of Life, I understand your greatness. Only your power can transcend limitations and act upon that era."

"I need your help to bring my equipment to life!"

Vashtor expressed his request, believing that life itself is a great art of the objective universe.

Moreover, it is also vicious, after all, once life is born, it must be made to suffer and endure hardship.

Finally, they came to Naggle and chose their own way out.

The flies buzzed around, eventually forming a passage of text;

"I need the past and present blood of the cursed one to raise my beloved son."

"I already have a way to obtain the current blood, but for the past blood, we will need to work together."

"When Horus and the cursed begin their battle again, you will pay the price by obtaining the blood from His wounds."

The word "Nurgle" expresses its own conditions.

The Vashtor puppets fell silent for a moment before beginning to operate.

“Lord of Life, I have not yet ascended to godhood, and I am afraid I cannot do this. I might even be devoured by the Lord of Darkness because of it.”

Nurgle's laughter came from the cabin. This time, instead of using flies to form words, he spoke himself, explaining in his warm, mellow voice:

“The manifestation of creation is only one aspect. You must prove that you have the ability to directly intervene in the past in order to go further than the cursed.”

“I and the other three will protect you. If you are not willing to take this risk, then we have nothing more to say.”

The doll fell silent again, only speaking before it was completely "corroded" by that vitality.

“I understand, Lord of Life, I will receive the blood of the past.”

Vashtor raised his head, and the golden doll in Nurgle Gardens had become nothing more than a toy for the Nurgles.

A small price to pay, alas, the path to godhood is so difficult.

Chapter 84 Subspace Creation King Wa Banxian (32K)

The appearance of catapults and living plague shells (the Emperor and Nurgle have very different definitions of what constitutes "living") added a lot of trouble to this otherwise uneventful journey.

It's like packing your things to climb a mountain, and when you reach a place in the middle of the mountain where there's no shop in front and no village behind, you suddenly feel your clothes soaked with sweat.

When I had to tug at it for easier movement, I realized it was hemorrhoids.

Anda felt that he was disgusted by this kind of filth.

So much so that he began to incite Marum to try to disable the catapults that night, by simply making some minor alterations to the setup.

This allows these catapults to appear normal on the outside, but in reality, they are in a state where they cannot be started.

Aaron had just finished feeding the fifth child and returned to listen to his father's plan. He asked in confusion:

"Father, you hate that dirty, big thing, so why did you go and dismantle the catapult?"

(Wa Banxian: Yes, why is that?)

Anda looked at his simple-minded son with a helpless expression in his eyes:

“If the disease is cured, I think even if people are alive, they will be used as cannonballs. Besides, several of my sons have already suffered at the hands of Nurgle, and I don’t want you to be thrown into the cesspool as well.”

"More importantly, I believe that mechanical creations that do not belong to the current era represent an opportunity. You won't understand the rest, so I won't explain it to you."

Aaron, his face dark, turned his head and lay down in his seat.

"If it's just about dismantling the catapults, all you have to do is break the ropes that provide the launching force, or the levers used for launching. Find a way to sneak in and give the Pharaoh some cheap, poorly made materials."

Adachi wiped his toes in a rather unseemly manner, then picked his nose:

"So Perturabo won't like you. He's always been a perfectionist, preferring direct attacks and completely disregarding any possible flanking maneuvers. However, I can have Marum draw up the structural diagrams of these catapults. You can take them to Perturabo and ask him how to dismantle these catapults without attracting attention."

Marum said respectfully, "Sir, I can destroy the catapult directly."

Anda waved his hand and put his arm around Marum's shoulder:

“At least not here. Everything is to create a battlefield for me and Horus. If we attract their attention prematurely, tens of thousands of people in this group will die.”

“You’re neither Lao Jiu nor his son.”

Marum still had some doubts and asked earnestly:

“My lord, I can also understand the weaknesses of these ancient mechanical devices. There is no need to put Aaron at risk.”

Anda was getting impatient and muttered under his breath:

"Asking so many questions isn't a good habit. Just do as I say. Can't I simply assign Aaron to seek Peturabo's help to strengthen the bond between my sons?"

Marum wiped his sweat again, thinking that if His Majesty really thought that way, then Aaron was bound to encounter a lot of trouble with Peturabo.

What is your true purpose?

In fact, Anda himself did not know that this was a request from the future emperor.

The two elderly fathers, each with only one son (temporarily), had a brief discussion and decided that this was a feasible solution.

After all, it was a machine made with the skills of Vashtor, and although its overall capabilities could not surpass the limitations of its time, it was just an ordinary catapult.

But with God's blessing, to destroy it in a way that goes unnoticed, one can only find another vessel that might be related to the evil art.

Marum, somewhat defiant and stubborn, decided to stand firm.

"Sir, why not let me try? I will only use human wisdom, not brute force."

Adachi refused:

“You know Dorn and Perturabo, even Fey—never mind, just know that although it looks like a catapult that could be made with the technology of the present day.”

"But it essentially represents a part of chaos, which is incomparable to the great demons you defeated before."