Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

They've probably been led astray; there might still be war demons on the Roman side.

It's just that I didn't pay much attention because my attention was all focused on Horus.

Never mind, let Horus be the main focus. We can just crush those war demons when the end and the beginning of death arrive.

This demon can't even be called a great demon; it's just a matter of a few shots from Marum's explosive gun.

He calculated the time and decided to lean against the rock to rest.

As he closed his eyes, everything went dark. When he opened them again, he was sitting on that lonely throne.

Damn it, they're calling me in to work overtime at a time like this!

Do you even have any humanity?!

Adachi felt the answer from his own will: the end and death had begun, and this era was about to fall into that eternal battle.

There are many perspectives from the spectators, but both Loken and Olpeson are lost and cannot find this timeline.

He has to win this battle on his own.

Of course, even if we lose, it won't affect the overall situation, because the final result is already predetermined.

At most, the people nearby who were caught up in these wars that should never have happened will be reduced to dust.

Their souls, before they even have a chance to waile, will become one tiny fraction of the sacrifice in this ritual.

"Well, it's alright. I thought I'd have to play myself, but it turns out to be my future self. I won't suffer too much in the present. Oh well, when I encounter difficulties, I'll just sleep it off and hope that when I open my eyes, the trouble will be over."

Anda lay down in this pitch-black world, or rather, there was no clear sense of direction here to begin with.

Logically speaking, he should be sleeping soundly, without having to worry about anything.

But why am I worried about that donkey at home, worried that when Marum comes back he will see his future self?

Worried—his son Aaron.

Anda suddenly opened his eyes, then turned over and lay back down.

What's the use of worrying? Aaron will definitely live for another six hundred years anyway.

However, let's do something, at least such a big commotion will get Erda and the other old friends' attention.

When they come looking for him, he'll have to show that he, as the old father, has played a role.

Anda stretched out a hand with his eyes closed; it could be a skeleton, or a person clad in golden armor, or an ordinary craftsman's arm.

Then clench both fists:

"I bless you, my son—"

Then Anda's subspace access resulted in an error message: "Object not found".

There's a mistake. Aaron, like Erda, doesn't possess power that comes from the warp, so no matter how much blessing he gives, it's useless.

That's it, son. Good luck, as long as you don't die and don't suffer too much.

Anda, who could finally sleep soundly, fell into a deep sleep, only to be suddenly pulled by a tremendous force and forced onto the golden throne.

My future self is going to fight, so this position can't be left vacant.

"You beast, did you even have a son?!"

Before Anda could even utter a curse, he realized that his curses might come true and would eventually befall him.

"Damn it, you didn't say a word to me. When did I, the great king of Eurasian and African diplomacy, become such a monster!"

Before the golden throne, a great deal of information spilled out and crashed through the data pipes, causing the mechanical cult members stationed at their posts to panic and become flustered.

Why is their God-Emperor so irritable today? Isn't it because there are fewer pilgrims recently and he has calmed down a lot?

Everywhere there were bursts of air and metal parts scattered all over the ground, clanging and rattling.

The entire palace began to tremble.

Golden light burst forth, filling every angle visible to the eye.

Only the Imperial Guards stood firm, steadfast in their posts, ensuring the execution of the maintenance plan.

Such emergencies have occurred several times over the past ten thousand years.

However, when they looked at the lonely figure on that magnificent throne, they couldn't help but wonder, "My lord, has it been time for you to awaken?"

All the disordered information flow will eventually converge at the location of the Great Sage of Caul, and this information will need to be jointly reviewed by the Imperial Guard before it can be used.

This is a very troublesome process, requiring the removal of the emperor's meaningless ramblings and those ambiguous insults.

Kaul's arms were working so hard they were flying around; if each arm were connected with a propeller, it could even take off from the spot.

"Another ceremony has begun, Your Majesty! You must win!"

Kaul's voice was the last word the Emperor heard; He had finally completely replaced his past self.

The torment that spread throughout the entire Galactic Empire, let the past self bear it first.

He would give it his all against Horus.

This is an enemy who will forever haunt you on this timeline.

The emperor stood up, his cold and indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone.

He reached out, and a golden sword and heavy claws materialized.

Then came magnificent and noble armor, which enveloped his body. This armor, as always, accompanied everything He had, and was covered with scars inflicted upon Him by Horus and the Four Ancients, swords, spears, and halberds.

But none of them could harm Him.

Although his stature was still only of Adachi's average height, his bearing was enough to make any warrior from any era admire him.

Although Horus has not yet appeared, He is already prepared for battle.

Meanwhile, in Lavist, the artisan camp.

Aaron woke up from his sleep. He had been sleeping a lot lately, and his four younger brothers were already finding it hard to keep up.

I haven't even seen Chagatai for a long time.

"Father, that roast beef from Olympia was really delicious, ah, roast beef—"

"Uh, I think I was too busy eating. There were a lot of good things at their banquet. Oh well, I'll bring them back next time."

Aaron lifted the curtain somewhat blankly, looked up at the sky, and realized that his father and Marum should have already left work by now.

But my father, who is usually very family-oriented and loves to stay at home all the time, hasn't come back yet.

Could something have happened?

As Aaron was thinking this, he saw a group of Pharaoh's servants enter the camp.

The leader, dressed in temple attire, clearly represents the pharaoh's divine authority, rather than military or political power.

Aaron had seen people who slaughtered sacrificial animals wear this kind of clothing before at the Dionysian festival.

Oh no, Father's been turned into a whole roasted lamb?

Aaron's eyelids twitched, and he was actually somewhat hoping to hear some bad news.

After all, his father is a god; he certainly can't die. But if he could endure a little more hardship, it would bring his son a lot of comfort!

Sure enough, the other party spoke in a devout and solemn voice:

"Your father gave his life for Horus. By Horus's permission, from this day forward you will be free from hunger and cold, and from the sword in Egypt."

Aaron was barely able to contain his laughter, desperately covering his mouth, his voice trembling as he tried to confirm.

"What did you say? My father is dead!"

The messenger's face was solemn. This was a sacrifice for Pharaoh, not a sorrowful matter, but the loss of a father for his son softened his tone, and he sighed:

“Child, I know you are sad, but everyone’s life will come to an end. The great gods will watch over us as we cross the plains of the underworld and eventually return to this world.”

“Especially precious is the life given for Horus. You should be proud of it.”

The messenger instructed the servants to put down the supplies, which, oh, had just been taken from here not long ago.

You guys are really something, rewarding me with my things.

Aaron was almost laughing until tears streamed down his face, but he held them back.

He held his breath tightly to keep from laughing out loud.

Knowing he needed to give the young man some time alone, the messenger then departed.

Then came a "tragic" cry from behind, but the more I listened, the more it sounded like laughter.

Alas, the Romans.

At this moment, Aaron was laughing so hard he couldn't stop, so he had to pack up the returned supplies to distract himself.

This feeling is so strange, my father is dead?

No, Aaron couldn't help but laugh at the thought of his father, who liked to switch between non-human and humanoid modes whenever he had nothing to do.

But as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Aaron inevitably laughed at a terrible conclusion.

What if that old man faked his death to escape in order to leave me?

Or perhaps, he didn't want to get involved in the impending horrific event, so he left without saying goodbye?

Something's not right. This old man would never care about me to this extent. I'm just overthinking it.

Aaron didn't feel much psychological burden and put the idea that Anda might have left to protect him out of his mind.

He preferred to believe that his father had just had a sudden inspiration and wanted to do something funny again.

Chapter 102 Uncle Olpeson, the reason why Anda is not human (34K)

Aaron didn't have a clear sense of how happy a person could be when there was plenty of food at home, their parents were away, and no one was taking care of them.

All I know is that I'm eating and drinking without anyone taking my food, and I can run wild without anyone interfering.

But Aaron had never really had any fun growing up. He only vaguely remembered that the neighborhood kids in the places he lived in all turned into little devils when their parents weren't home.

So the most dissolute thing Aaron could do was drink a few more glasses of fruit wine and eat until he was completely full.