Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Author: Don't Poke the Bubbles

Summary:

Summary:

Aaron Well, who lived in 600 BC, felt that his father was very incompetent, only a biological father, and had even driven his mother away.

Until he began to encounter a group of demigods in his dreams who were looking for their father, and they even called him their brother.

So that old man cheated on his wife?

Aaron was furious and wanted to avenge his mother.

However, his younger brothers called him "brother" too affectionately and even asked him for things his father had used, called some kind of holy relic, to kill demons.

The father's pillow was given to Guilliman, the clay tablet the father carved was given to Loga, the father's hunting spear was given to Lane, and the donkey the father rode was given to Chagatai...

Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes?

In the 42nd millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberated their warp nature, and escaped the shackles of loyalty and betrayal, together carrying their Father into eternity.

Then they made their elder brother sit on a golden toilet to handle all the affairs of the empire.

This is because this elder brother is the Emperor's biological son, and has no subspace component whatsoever.

Chapter 1: Just a biological father

600 BC, Holy Terra, Thebes.

“Anda Will, your son is so handsome. If he could participate in the chariot race in Thebes, he would surely win first place.”

"Of course, if you were to take the stage yourself, I think even the noblewomen of Athens would go crazy for you, oh my Anda."

The woman, who was the city lord's wife, was trying to press her greasy body against the man who was firing clay slabs, while the "son of Anda Will" she mentioned, Aaron Will, was leaning against the wall, half asleep. He had been a bit sleepy lately.

In my dreams, someone always shouts, "Where is Father?! Humanity needs him!"

Whenever Aaron tries to talk to the person in his dream, all sorts of colors distort his dream and drive him out.

He only vaguely remembered the person opposite him, or rather, a demigod.

The man, who was more than two people tall and whose body seemed to be a perfect sculptor sculpted by Athens’ most famous sculptor, wearing an olive wreath and a white robe, looked melancholy and asked himself where his father was.

How ridiculous! You can't find your dad and you're asking me?

Judging from the situation, this big guy seems to be in a very difficult situation and is seeking help.

Even if we can't find our father, his belongings could still turn the tide of the battle.

Will the demigod's offspring wield Zeus's lightning to defeat those Titan demons?

Finally, the demigod laboriously uttered his name, something like, Radish Tower - Busy with Ritual?

Aaron shook his head, coming to his senses; he simply couldn't make out the man's accent.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, shirtless, wearing only an animal skin apron.

My father said it was the butt skin of the Miami lion, found in Hercules' grave.

If it weren't for his mother's insistence that he wear clothes, Aaron felt he would have remained naked until adulthood.

That's why my father went to great lengths, spending an entire night on it, and when he returned, he was holding these sewn leather pieces.

Every year I grew older, my father would mend and patch this animal skin skirt.

Aaron guessed that his father had probably just asked one of the noblewomen who were pursuing him for a lion skin that the hunters had hunted.

My father never cared about me. When I was little, he would throw me directly into the river to take a bath. I would be swept several kilometers away before I could climb ashore, spitting out water. This was a common occurrence.

Anda Weir is really not a good father when it comes to taking care of children.

He was just a blacksmith in Thebes who occasionally made clay tablets covered with writing for the people of the city.

Unable to bear her father's capriciousness any longer, the mother stayed in the northern Macedonian kingdom and returned to her position as a priestess.

It's strange, the people of Athens all say that priests must be virgins.

Aaron yawned as he stood up, stretching his body, which he had never exercised before but whose muscles were exceptionally well-defined.

But the lady's eyes never left her father.

The man had dark skin, calloused fingers, and wore rough, dirty linen clothes; he looked like a thin old man.

Zeus, how could such a man win the hearts of noblewomen?

Did the father make Cupid's bow and arrows, and tamper with them?

He shook his head, touched his bald head, and looked at his father's thick, long hair with some envy.

He finally spoke:

"Madame Ledans, the Lord's carriage will pass by here in a quarter of an hour."

Mrs. Ledans reluctantly pulled away from Anda's arms, those strong, muscular arms that seemed capable of lifting ten of herself.

She straightened her appearance, revealing a smile that made one feel physically uncomfortable, and took out several Statles from her bosom, each bearing the image of Hercules' head.

"Aaron!" Mrs. Ledans called out, "Take good care of your father."

"Actually, that bastard will be back a little late today. An envoy from Rome has arrived, but you reminded me, lad, that I need to prepare the dinner."

Aaron skillfully collected the statels, which would provide for the household expenses for the next few months, equivalent to ten years' income from his father's blacksmith shop.

Aaron mimicked the salutes of the warriors in the arena after their battles, and said with a forced smile:

"Of course, Madam, please rest assured, I will not allow my father's skin to suffer any damage."

He glanced back at his father's somewhat hunched and thin body, who was still burning clay slabs, and thought to himself, "Maybe he just likes this kind of thing."

Oh, Mother, our family has to rely on Father selling his beauty to survive.

Fortunately, it hasn't come to the point where I need to sell my looks.

Aaron was so relieved that he accompanied Mrs. Ledance out the door.

He had many questions and tentatively asked:

"The lady's family name is Ledans, but the city lord's family name is Minondas, so why is she still called Lady Ledans?"

The lady was in a good mood today. She came to the roadside, boarded the carriage prepared by the servants, turned around, and squeezed her bulky body inside, leaving only her head sticking out. Her face was scrunched up, and she laughed:

“If I were with your father, I would be willing to become a member of the Will family. Unfortunately, my husband and I are just in a ruthless political marriage, just as I cannot prevent him from going to brothels. We just need to maintain a respectable appearance.”

Aaron then asked, "But I've heard rumors that your wife doesn't care much about your father and has scolded him several times for not dying yet."

The woman's expression changed, and she said coldly, "I am loyal to the Ledans family, not to that good-for-nothing man who shares the same father's name as me. That old man is just my biological father."

"Little brat, this is none of your business. But for your father's sake, I'll help you see if any of those rich girls are a good match for you. Hehehe."

The woman laughed sweetly, thinking she was being coquettish, and disappeared behind the curtain.

Aaron stepped back and watched the carriage gradually leave before returning to the house.

"Father, Father? Fine, you never care about me. But—you have to listen to me today. My drowsiness is getting worse, and if Mother were here, she would already be preparing herbs for me by now, instead of fiddling with clay tablets like you. By the way, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

He was imposing, but when he got to his father's side, his tone gradually weakened, and he became as weak as a lion cub facing a lion, only able to hiss.

The father finally stood up and took the clay slab, which had been formed at high temperature, out with his bare hands.

He turned around, his ordinary, unremarkable Asian face unchanged, and coldly said:

"Just catch some fish and buy some spices to roast them."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Fine, more fish. I've almost caught all the fish around here."

He strongly suspected that his father had only tried to learn to fish a few years ago, but failed to catch a single fish, which is why he started to like eating fish.

Aaron went inside, put away the wooden harpoon, and slung the reed basket over his shoulder.

"Then, Father, remember to ask among those noblewomen who are pursuing you if there are any who know medicine. I would rather take medicine than be sent to some god's priestess and have my buttocks touched by a priestess."

Aaron never expected a response; he was just uncomfortable not speaking.

Aside from his demands for food, his father almost never spoke to him.

Just as he stepped out the door, his father's voice came from inside the house;

"By the way, what did you dream about?"

Aaron turned around with delight; this was the first time in months that his father had answered any of his other questions. His voice trembled as he said:

"Yes, it was a demigod, no, even a god-like figure. He asked me where his father was. I suspect it was Ares, but how could the Olympian gods not know where the great Zeus was?"

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Chapter 2 The Cursed Roman Soldier, The Green Corpse Plague

Yes, how could the Son of God not know where the all-knowing and all-powerful King of Gods is?

Moreover, Ares was certainly not as melancholy as the god in the dream; he was more like a minor official who was forced to copy tens of thousands of words onto papyrus.

Aaron, who had secretly gone to learn to read, had seen the lifeless eyes of those minor government officials, and they were exactly the same.

"Go catch some fish. I'll ask the doctor if they have any calming medicine."

The father answered in a low voice, then took the mud slab to the backyard to dry in the sun.

Aaron twitched his facial muscles and thought optimistically: At least there's more interaction between father and son, isn't there?

When his father is able to communicate with him like a normal person, he should set off for Macedonia to bring his mother back.

At least tell your mother that your father has become anthropomorphic.

He was happy, jumping and skipping, imitating the actions of seven or eight-year-old kids on the street, but he didn't feel childish or ashamed.

The children followed behind him, shouting loudly;

"Aaron, have we seen those fat ladies coming to your house looking for you again?"

Aaron was about to nod when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. His expression turned puzzled, and he stopped, asking carefully:

"Looking for me? No, no, the ladies are all—" Aaron stammered. He couldn't say that the ladies were all looking for his father, otherwise the news would spread far and wide, and his mother would inevitably hear rumors everywhere after she returned.