Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Finally, he's not bald anymore!

Aaron knew at first sight that this was his younger brother, only younger than when he met Loka and Guilliman.

It could even be said that this younger brother is still a child and is in the stage of growing taller.

Aaron looked down at his feet, and sure enough, he had no shadow.

Only then did he look up at the child, and said in a mysterious tone:

"Retreat, let the adult warriors come here. You are still just a child."

The child shook his head, showing no fear of the "ghost," and instead pulled his mount forward.

"Although I am only four years old, according to the tradition of Chogoris, once I capture a wild Chogoris warhorse on my own, I will be able to undergo the coming-of-age ceremony to become a warrior and gain the right to plunder. Instead of being an ordinary person who is not qualified to pick up a sword."

"Dead spirit, it is you who should leave."

The child pulled his warhorse away, but he didn't ride it and walked very slowly.

It seems to be to conserve energy for the upcoming battle.

Aaron had no choice but to turn around and follow. It was a rare treat to have a younger brother he didn't have to hold his head too high. He asked:

"I am Aaron Weir, what is your name?"

“Chagatai,” the young Chagatai replied calmly, “I didn’t sense any hostility from you, so I didn’t attack immediately. Otherwise, you would have become the seventeenth enemy I’ve beheaded along the way. Stay away from me.”

Well, apart from Guilliman, who knew his identity from the beginning, the other brothers were initially wary of him because of their environment.

That's good, it saves me from worrying about my younger brother being taken advantage of by others.

Aaron didn't stand further away, but instead pretended to be praying like Loka, putting his hands together and saying:

“Chagatai, I am just a monk in training,” his bald head gleamed. “As far as I know, the taming of horses is not about individuals, but about preserving a stable part of a population through continuous breeding and domestication.”

"Taming wild beasts alone is a feat of heroes in myths and legends."

This horse of Chogoris is truly exceptionally handsome; it could even be paired with a fully grown Marum for riding without looking out of place.

The problem is that the younger brothers will grow taller in the future, so we definitely need to get them a more suitable replacement.

Chagatai raised an eyebrow slightly and said coldly, "The warriors of White Scar are all heroes. No, I heard that—"

Get lost!

His ears perked up, his arm was draped over the shoulder of his horse, and he seemed to be one with his horse, his muscles connected, ready to spring into action at any moment.

Thump thump thump—thump thump!

"The sound of the hoofbeats of the proud Chogoris wild horse."

Chapter 30 The Horse-Taming Man (Part 2)

Hiss—a soft, rhythmic sound!

The loud neighing was almost unbearable for Aaron, but when he looked around, he couldn't even see any trace of the wild horse.

That thing couldn't possibly be a celestial horse that flew in from the sky, could it?

Like Perseus's steed.

"It has come, the most tyrannical ruler of the Chogoris wild horses, after whom our tribe is named."

"White scar—"

Chagatai tensed up, gently patting his horse to soothe it.

Aaron looked over, and in an instant, the once calm child had transformed into a streak of lightning.

He did not fully mount his horse, but instead jumped to the side, supporting himself on both legs on one side of the horse.

Holding the reins with only one hand, he firmly secured himself to the horse's side.

His body seemed to have undergone special flexibility training, or perhaps it was his natural talent that allowed him to twist his body and hide behind the horse, making him completely invisible from another angle.

In Aaron's eyes, it looked just like the movements of those jugglers performing in a circus.

Chagatai's body was fully adapted to the horse's speed, while the actors had to avoid the risk of accidentally falling off and having their heads crushed.

A few years ago, there were still such performances in Thebes, but with the rise of chariot culture, chariot racing is now more popular.

After all, more people can stand on the chariot to shoot arrows and throw spears during the competition.

"This speed is much faster than Marum running at full speed. With such a strong wind, he doesn't even blink."

Aaron sighed, and only when the thunderous sound of hooves finally enveloped all directions of hearing did he see the wild, ferocious beast, a head larger than the mount Chagatai was currently using.

If it were his father here, he would only say, "This is a horse, just a bit ugly."

That old man was only interested in the donkey at home.

In Aaron's eyes, this wild horse was the embodiment of the wind; when it ran, its silhouette was so fast that only the thunderous sound of its hooves remained.

Thankfully, the horse didn't charge at him; otherwise, Aaron estimated that a single bump would have jolted him awake from his dream and brought him back to reality.

Gradually, Chagatai successfully controlled the horse and got closer to White Scar's figure.

His horse had reached its limit, and with each forward thrust of the neck muscles, its tongue was pulled out.

The figure of the white-scarred man remained blurry, making it impossible to tell when he would feel tired.

Chagatai calculated the distance; after three breaths, his horse would be closest to White Scar.

As time passed, he never had another chance to catch up with White Scar.

Although you can find any wild horse to tame and pass the test.

But Chagatai would never give up on this fastest wild horse! This is the steed worthy of him!

Three-two-

Chagatai suddenly leaped up and appeared on his horse's saddle. Before he could even stand firmly, the rope around his waist was flung off.

By the time the ring hooked onto White Scar's neck, Aaron hadn't even seen how his younger brother had managed to get onto the horse's back.

It didn't even take that long to count a single number.

His own brothers truly lived up to their demigod status.

Why is it that my older brother is the only one who can't do it? His eyes are getting blurry, and his body can't keep up at all.

But this did not stop Aaron from cheering loudly and praising Chagatai's actions.

"Well done, Chagatai! I think you're capable of conquering the most powerful centaur warriors! Centaurs are renowned masters of combat skills and have trained many heroes."

Chagatai caught Aaron's words and found them amusing.

Is this ghost from a distant past, or from some other legendary world?

The allusions and names mentioned were ones I had never heard of before.

But he couldn't afford to be distracted now, and he couldn't stop thinking about what that centaur was.

Bang!

The horses of his tribe were finally too weak to run, and with their last bit of strength, they leaped and threw Chagatai upwards.

His pace slowed down, and he eventually knelt on the ground, his tongue lolling out, and blood began to seep from his once beautiful fur.

"You've worked hard. I will definitely tame White Scar."

Chagatai silently said to himself, his body almost defying the laws of physics as he began to pull on the noose rope, sending his body directly above White Scar, before pressing down heavily on him.

Aaron was dumbfounded by this maneuver. Can a person exert force in mid-air?

These younger brothers are all incredibly talented!

With such a fit body, it would be even more secure if she also agreed to beat up her father.

Aaron, in any case, believed that he couldn't bring himself to abandon his newborn son somewhere else.

Judging from Chagatai's current age of only four, the demigod hero was born with the ability to protect himself.

No wonder the father always felt that raising a son meant just leaving him there and letting him grow up on his own.

So the problem lies with me?

Aaron quickly shook his head, reaffirming his belief.

It must be that dad who's unreliable; what does it have to do with me!

Looking further ahead, Chagatai and Bai Ba's figures seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Because the younger brother had already put his strong arms around the white-scarred horse's neck, which was as thick as a pillar used to ram a city gate.

Their flesh and blood were tightly bound together, and no matter how the white scar twisted its direction, it could not shake Chagatai off its body.

Gradually, the white-scarred figure completely fell off the high-speed movement, revealing its true form.

This white horse is more like a ferocious beast than a divine steed. Its body structure is the same as that of the Chogoris, except that its coat has turned completely grayish-white.

It had a fierce appearance, and its expression was filled with rage that scorned all things.

Due to the structural requirements of quadrupedal animals, the muscle blocks extending from the shoulders of the white-scarred creature are the most prominent, and the traces of those muscle blocks rubbing and pulling against each other can even be seen with the naked eye.

Only such powerful muscles could support White Scar's speed when running to its limit, even turning into a gust of wind.

If this kind of muscle were grilled, you'd have to chew it to pieces, and you probably still wouldn't be able to chew it properly.

Before Aaron could get a clear look, his younger brother had already raised his arm high, pulling the white-scarred man's head back, slowing him down even further.

This also allowed Aaron to see things more clearly.

There is a completely white, furless scar extending from the right side of the neck to the right shoulder blade.

According to the knowledge her mother had taught her, the flesh was already rotten and needed to be cut off.

Those new priests who couldn't control the heat well often created a scene of a bull that was only partially cooked but extremely hot during the ceremony of offering bulls to Zeus.

This is what the burnt flesh looks like after the flames go out.

Sigh, when I was four years old, I was being held in my mother's arms, listening to her tell me about the strange things she encountered during her priestly career.

Wait, why is the horse getting closer and closer?!

When Aaron came to his senses, he saw Chagatai, who looked like he was struggling with constipation, standing right in front of him with his incredibly cute and innocent face, his powerful and muscular body, and his fierce, steam-like body.