Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

They have long been dissatisfied with the double-headed eagle; the empire can only have one sun!

Although it's the same sun, they still can't accept using the two names interchangeably!

Of course, these ideas can only circulate internally and cannot be spoken aloud.

I had no choice but to resort to these little tricks to deepen my impression.

On Mars, the most complete Titan production line that the Mechanicus could offer began operation, and a Martian warlord-class Titan was being built. It would only be named after it was fully completed.

Although they really wanted to go straight for an Emperor-level Titan, thankfully the Mechanicus maintained basic restraint.

If you add a few more features to a warlord Titan that's around 60 meters tall, it can easily be rounded up to 100 meters.

Don't ask the Mechanicus about the rigor of data; sometimes they just want to create something usable, why bother with all the other considerations?

While the assembly line factory on Mars was overloaded and smoking, Aaron was still making leg braces for Adam to prevent the little lion from developing other health problems due to his long-term abnormal walking posture.

Marum then reached for his chainsaw sword and, as Aaron had instructed, cut the metal in front of him into the required shape.

Poseidon lay on the recliner Aaron had made, basking in the sun. When no one else was around, his blue hair would return to its original color.

Anda was chopping wood, gathering firewood. Although, as the axe swung down, his eyes were constantly fixed on Poseidon.

Aaron felt very gratified as he listened to the sound of chopping wood behind him.

After my uncle came to our house, my father started doing housework too. Perhaps Poseidon wasn't as terrible as my father said.

Unaware that his nephew was changing his impression of him, Poseidon adjusted his posture, looked at Aaron's craftsmanship, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Where did he learn all this? In my memory, all you know how to do is burn clay tablets and then put Hera's words on them exactly as they are."

“I remember Hera said she would marry whoever could painstakingly inscribe her words. We did a good job, but you completed the tablet without any psychic assistance, so Hera married you.”

Anda swung his axe and brought it down, suddenly saying:

"The night before the carving of the words, that woman made me dizzy and confused, and I don't even know what happened."

Poseidon sat up abruptly, clenching his fists: "So that's how it is. Damn it, that old hag had her eye on you for a long time. You were the youngest back then, and that old woman looked at you like a middle-aged woman looking at a young, handsome man. She must have made countless plans in her mind."

"But it's alright. Actually, I have a secret to tell you. We competed with you not because we wanted to pursue Hera, but because she forced us. She said she didn't want you to think there was any behind-the-scenes manipulation, but she also wanted you to understand that she had suitors too. But now it seems that the biggest behind-the-scenes manipulation is you. She actually took such good care of your feelings. Sigh, unlike me, I'm afraid I'll never find true love in this lifetime."

Poseidon clearly had his own understanding of emotions.

Anda disagreed. Too lazy to use an axe, he started breaking the wood with his bare hands, mocking:

"When you slept with those non-human creatures, didn't you receive a response from their emotions, or rather, their muscle tremors, which were insufficient to give rise to any meaningful dialogue?"

"You're just a born loser who no one loves, yet you insist on using this method to show that you love all living things in the world."

Poseidon retorted, "Your son also wants to love everyone in the world; my goal is just as noble as his!"

Anda flipped over a wooden stake and threw it at Poseidon. He jumped up and threw a few punches and kicks, creating a massive impact that made Poseidon see stars.

The latter grabbed Anda's clothes and hair, yelling like a shrew.

After Aaron installed the leg brace on Adam, he looked back and saw that the yard was in complete disarray, with black and blue hair scattered everywhere.

If Jorda were standing at the door, she would think she had come to catch her husband cheating on her, that her husband and some little slut were doing something passionate in broad daylight in the yard.

"Adam, keep an eye on things. Don't go near the blue-haired one. And don't go near the black-haired one either. You can rest assured that it's just me, Marum, and Fifth Brother in this house."

Aaron put Adam on the ground and let him get used to walking. He went into the inner room and crawled around on the bed.

Marum silently swept the yard, beginning to question the meaning of life.

Because, in the chaos just now, Aaron hadn't noticed that His Majesty and his old friend were using some more ancient language.

Marum could barely decipher that some of Poseidon's actions were a sincere invitation to His Majesty.

After he finished cleaning the yard, he sat silently next to the fifth brother, lowered his head, and pondered life.

In a sense, the person most corrupted by chaos in the empire now is His Majesty.

The fifth one doesn't have any of these human worries. As long as it can eat clean grass and not starve, it doesn't care whether it's covered in mud or whether Marum cleans it up every day.

The battle between the two immortal beings ended in Zeus's victory.

Poseidon realized that if he didn't admit his mistake, he might face the terrible situation of being struck by lightning and roasted as a bird.

Although one can reset by dying and resurrecting, even immortals would not want to die for no reason.

Tonight, Poseidon isn't even qualified to stay in the fifth brother's thatched hut. Anda had Marum find some haystacks and put them outside the gate for Poseidon to make do with.

Anyway, at night at the Aegean border crossing, the people who should be worried about safety are the passersby, and even the cats and dogs.

The one who needs to worry is definitely not this sea god.

Aaron was teaching Adam simple walking movements, and while watching his father, who looked refreshed after the fight, he asked:

"By the way, Father, can you pilot a Titan?"

Anda's expression turned wary. This "open" refers to how to open. Did Poseidon teach his foolish son something strange when he wasn't paying attention?

Aaron continued, "Guilliman said he would have the Titan we need ready soon, but it's a machine that needs to be piloted. If it's really tens of meters tall, how are we supposed to control it?"

Adachi finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was driving in the literal sense, after all.

That's not a big problem. I just need to go up and shout a couple of times, and the machine spirits inside the Titan will be ready to go all out and beat that Titan Demon to a pulp.

He said confidently, "You don't need to worry about that. I'll ask Guilliman for this thing, and I'll find a way to use it. You should worry more and get this lion cub to your brother as soon as possible. Our family can't afford to raise a lion. Even now, when I see a lion, I always have this feeling that I want to peel off its scalp and hang it on my body."

Aaron was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Adam by the neck and pulled him back, who was about to stagger and hop to Anda's side.

Although this father seems more human in comparison to Poseidon, he still has many dangerous aspects that he hasn't corrected.

He was terrified of waking up tomorrow morning to find braised lion's head meatballs in the pot.

Then Poseidon took the lion's body in his hands.

That scene—

Aaron gasped. What was wrong with him? Why were the scenarios he was imagining all so chaotic and distorted?

God, is this the Chaos Corruption that Father and Marum have been guarding against?

Anda rolled his eyes at his son and sneered:

"I've already told you, those corrupting influences are useless to you. If you have any thoughts in your mind now, they're just the kinds of exotic and exciting scenarios that young people have as they mature. It's normal."

"It's like in the future, there will always be students your age sitting in the classroom, looking at the rotating blades on the ceiling, imagining them falling down and cutting people's heads off."

My father was again using language that didn't belong to this era and that I couldn't understand to explain things.

However, Aaron managed to understand some of it. Anyway, it was a normal phenomenon, and it wasn't some chaotic evil god instilling these things into his mind.

However, Aaron still felt that he should send Adam tens of thousands of years into the future as soon as possible (Lion: ?), at least it would be safer for him to be with his younger brother.

When closing the door tonight, Anda swung his hammer and smashed Poseidon, who was trying to enter, until he was bruised and battered, before finally managing to close the door.

Aaron, holding the little lion cub who had just finished patrolling the yard and urinating, drifted off to sleep.

A deep, tranquil aura gradually spread, and his power was searching for the right moment, finally seeing the dark forest being released within the subspace.

Some figures dressed in green robes were driving a carriage through the forest, their destination and origin unknown.

It seemed as if the forest was just a part of their journey, and that once they left the forest, they would reach their destination.

Aaron groggily awoke in the forest, drawn by the sounds, and saw an old man sleeping on the carriage.

It's too far away; I can't see anything very clearly.

Just as a javelin flew from behind, Aaron instinctively dodged it, rolling down with the lion cub in his arms and crashing into a tree.

As the pain subsided, all the mist dissipated, and he fell from the misty forest into a real forest.

The towering trees blocked most of the sunlight, so even during the day, much of the surrounding environment remained dark and gloomy.

There was only one boy, about eight or nine years old, who was still in a throwing posture, his eyes cold and scrutinizing himself.

Chapter 115 Eight-year-old Ryan, oh, he really is eight years old.

"what--"

The child was baring his teeth and claws, making strange noises, and waving his arms.

Aaron hesitated. This child seemed to be a normally developing human being.

Unlike his younger brothers, who possessed extraordinary talent and could grow to the level of a demigod in a very short time.

"Hawoowoo—"

Aaron looked down and saw that Adam, whom he was holding, had also woken up. As if provoked by the boy in front of him, Adam was also breathing heavily.

But it's much better than before; it can produce some trailing sounds.

Aaron began to observe the boy in front of him, and the boy was also observing him.

He was carrying two javelins on his back and wearing only a simple grass skirt. The skin on his fingers and ankles looked perfectly normal, just a little dirty, without the wear and tear that comes from living in the wild for a long time.

That's strange. Is it some kind of ritual disguise?

Aaron thought to himself that some sacrificial ceremonies would choose young children to dress up as figures from extremely ancient and primitive tribal hunting expeditions and enter the forest.

In anticipation of the hunting goddess and her maidens.

Because the goddess of the hunt would kill any adult male who approached, but would spare the young boys and even guide them on their hunting paths.

goooo~

The boy's stomach suddenly began to rumble, and his eyes grew even fiercer, making no attempt to conceal his hunting desire as he stared intently at the lion in Aaron's arms.

His inner self did not teach him to eat creatures that looked similar, but other creatures could be used as prey.

So he pounced on him, trying to take Adam from Aaron.

Aaron reacted quickly, realizing the boy was just hungry, and hurriedly took out dried fruit and roasted meat from his bag and stuffed them into the boy's mouth.

These things were originally meant for my younger brothers. They had made a lot of them these past few days, and my father could easily complete the dehydration and drying process for preservation.

With something in his mouth, his internal system recognized that he could eat it, and this conclusion immediately prompted the boy to cover his mouth with his hand and begin chewing.

“Woo, woo—”

It seems like it can't speak.

Aaron felt a pang of sympathy. The child was walking barefoot in the forest. He had just noticed that many of the bushes and leaves had extremely sharp shapes.