Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He also wanted to gather the remaining chaotic power for a desperate last stand.

Before leaving, Tzeentch took pity on him and reminded him, "You're not a god yet, you can't win."

Vashtor became furious:

"We'll win. I just need to become a god!"

He wanted to begin his ascension to godhood ahead of schedule, even if it meant ending up like the Black King, confined to the shell of a "human" and forced to sit on a toilet. He was willing to do it!

All for the sake of saving face!

The emperor simply drew his sword again, its brilliant flames capable of melting any metal circuit.

"Useless trash, come on."

If someone could switch places with him, that would be great, but this guy is just too weak. He was cleaved in two with a single blow, which was a serious injury.

More than 40,000 years later, the war against Chaos will also benefit from this, and many Demon Engine production lines will come to a standstill.

Humans can also be more willing to experiment with weapon designs that embody ingenious ideas.

The emperor stepped forward, slashed lightly, then twirled his sword, awaiting the enemy's counterattack.

But no retaliation occurred, because Vashtor had already been split in two by himself.

Then he was banished and kicked out.

"I never expected you to be so weak. How could you dare to believe Tzeentch's words and compete for the throne?"

"There is no race to support you in the real universe either."

The emperor expressed his doubts, completely baffled, and wondered if Vashtor had some trump card up his sleeve for making such a big fuss.

As it turned out, he had no trump cards at all; he just came to show his face and got beaten up by himself.

He understood. It was probably because he had slapped all four gods, and Tzeentch was not happy about it, so he specially called over someone else to be slapped as well.

That way I can feel more at peace.

It's time to switch back with Adachi, Adachi, Adachi?

"Can't find a partner."

Chapter 105 Royal Palace Classic: "Never Gonna Give You Up"

Damn it, what is that guy doing!

This was the first time the Emperor had shown any sign of panic; he hadn't even blinked when he killed Horus.

When he realized he couldn't switch back with Anda, he almost jumped up, as if he had been back to the time when that orc had his neck choked.

With such a plethora of humanity, Anda sits on the golden throne; that little thing probably won't last long before it's driven mad by the prayers that have spread throughout the entire galaxy.

If he can't hold on any longer and gets up, then everything I've done will have been for nothing!

No, I have to let my younger self respond!

The emperor looked around and thought, "Son, that's right, son!"

If I just hold a sword to my son's neck and threaten him, the little guy should come back.

In his desperation, the emperor manifested himself and rushed toward his beloved son, who had just bid farewell to Olpeson.

He crashed directly into the middle of the camp, his golden armor and weapons disappearing, revealing the disheveled man.

But the man's eyes no longer held laziness and amusement; instead, they held a deep, boundless darkness.

Marum knelt on one knee to welcome his king's return.

"So, the master and His Majesty have reached an agreement to swap lives?" Marum thought with ill intent, then heard words that made him want to pick up his chainsaw sword.

The emperor spoke with a cold expression:

"Anda Will, come back!"

"Or I'll just send Aaron to my side! I can do it!"

The moment the Emperor spoke, Marum was filled with despair. It was all over; it wasn't that the two had reached an agreement, but rather that the Master had unilaterally refused to answer His Majesty's call.

Nonsense, this phone call is too much trouble, I'd rather not answer it!

At this moment, Anda was practically jumping up and down on the golden throne, as Terra's curated selection of 0-3K high-energy songs and dances was being unearthed from those ancient databases.

Should we make these corn cobs standing in front of us start jumping?

At the artisan camp in Lavist, the emperor's hand was only a few centimeters away from his son's body, looking like an old father about to stroke his son.

Aaron wasn't afraid at all; he just stared curiously at the emptiness in his future father's eyes and tentatively asked:

"Father?"

The emperor did not answer, his expression was cold, and he continued to make phone calls.

It seems that I've tormented my past self too much, to the point that Adachi is tormenting herself in return.

Aaron grew bolder, moving a little closer to his father, and then asked:

"Were my brothers born safely?"

The emperor's expression twisted, and he pressed his hand on his son's shoulder, roaring:

"Shut up, Aaron, don't talk to me, wait until I switch back."

Seeing his father's pained expression, Aaron couldn't help but feel a little strange, and instinctively took his father's hand:

“That old man will be back after playing for a while. Although he seems unreliable, he can still provide for the family overall.”

No, that's not right—

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, he felt as if he wasn't touching his father's hand, but rather a pair of bony arms with withered flesh.

When I looked up to examine it more closely, all I saw was a hollow face with long, dry, black hair and withered skin revealing bones.

"Father? What happened to the future? How did you become like this?!"

Aaron was also taken aback and asked questions, but he did not let go of his hand.

Even though his father was inhuman, it was still too bizarre for him to end up like this!

"Let me go, this is none of your business!"

The emperor tried to break free from his hand, covering his face with his other hand:

"This is the only thing I can do for you, Aaron."

He sighed, his chin began to hunch, revealing his teeth, and his throat muscles withered like stiff stone, each sound like dry steel clashing together.

"It's none of your business—"

He repeated these words, his voice growing hoarseer and hoarse.

For some reason, Aaron was struck by inspiration and spoke:

“Your voice sounds a little hoarse. Would you like a glass of fruit wine? We have some from Loga and Peturabo.”

The emperor nearly choked on his breath. Before he could even lament the passing of spring or reminisce about his sons, he heard the names of two rebellious sons in quick succession.

He caught a glimpse of that long-forgotten, blurry face's eyes through his fingers, and his teeth chattered:

"Okay, okay."

He lowered his hand and added, "Just one cup."

Aaron hurriedly tidied the table, pushed everything else aside, set out glasses, and poured the fruit wine.

"Let's try it. We originally planned to give it to our mother when we saw her."

The father before him had completely decayed into a desiccated skeleton. He struggled to raise his arm, grasp the wine glass, and barely managed to bring it to his lips.

"Look at me now, I could just pry open the flesh around my neck and pour it in, haha."

"Thank you, Aaron."

He tried to make a joke by downing the wine in one gulp, and then put the glass back on the table.

Having regained his original body, Adachi was swaying from side to side involuntarily, humming a tune:

"Never gonna give you up~"

“Never gonna let you down~”

He opened his eyes—no, wait, he could control his body now.

Anda's face turned terrified, as if he were about to cry; he really was terrified.

If I'm not careful and manage to make that skeleton in the future stand up, then we'll all be finished.

Looking at the world before him and his son standing in front of him, Anda finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the crucial moment, he had been switched back.

Thank goodness, it's not the future Dark King atop the Himalayas saying "I will never give up on you."

That song could cause the entire universe to collapse.

"Ah, it seems the fight is over? Good, let's call it a day. We'll head back to Athens and then continue north to Macedonia. By the time we get there, you'll be of legal age."

Since nothing major has happened, we can relax and start planning for the next period of time.

The old man chuckled as he packed his belongings, not forgetting to ask:

"By the way, why are you still kneeling? Marum, my future self locked me in a dark room and then stuffed me onto that throne."

“Marum, did you tell Kaul I needed a pillow to support my back? It took me a long time to realize that my body couldn’t move and was stuck in that stiff position.”

"My God, you all knew that Guilliman was lying down when you carried him into the stasis field. I think it wouldn't be so bad to change the Golden Throne into a Golden Coffin."

Anda rambled on and on, venting her grievances and trying to find various topics to talk about, but she avoided speaking to Aaron.

Because he always felt somewhat uncomfortable, when he switched back to the Emperor, he experienced some emotional shock.

It wasn't until Aaron poured some more fruit wine in front of him and brought out some roast beef that Anda finally had to look at his son:

"That future bastard said thank you, son." Anda took a deep breath and simply sat down to eat.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first; he can't bring himself to say anything mushy.

Aaron simply stared at his old father, trying to memorize his face and the position of every muscle.