Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

If you can gather eight people in a group and they all agree to compete, you can start a betting agreement.

The audience will place bets according to their own gods, which is not disrespectful to other gods, but a contest dedicated to all gods.

However, since most people prefer the main event, Qiao Dewen still needed to find people outside to gather eight people.

The first seven people were all members of those excellent carriage teams, and they introduced their beliefs upon their entrance.

As the last curtain was about to be drawn back, the narrator called out loudly:

"The last one is the master of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, the son of Buster, the lord of darkness!"

"A tribute to Machs' warhorse!"

Cheers erupted from the stands, a sign of respect for God.

Rumbling--

A tremendous, thunderous roar came from behind the curtain, and those who had only come to reserve a spot suddenly became interested.

Everyone looked towards the tunnel exit.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

The continuous sound of horses' hooves striking the ground like giant iron hammers was amplified by the tunnel's construction, allowing the sound to travel even further.

It was as if thunder was roaring down from the sky, striking straight into everyone's heart.

The sound startled the horses of the seven riders who were ready in front, and they were only able to stay in place after their owners tried to calm them down.

Even so, their legs and hindquarters had begun to tremble, and there was even a foul smell of horse urine emanating from them.

Finally, the curtain at the end of the tunnel was lifted by the trembling slaves, revealing a huge, greyish-white beast with its mane all bristling like a lion's mane, carrying the seemingly delicate young man with his eyes closed.

The moment the giant horse appeared, the white lightning scar on the side of its neck was particularly striking, shocking the hearts of all the mortals present.

People can't help but wonder what kind of rider and what kind of skills are needed to control it.

However, what makes people despair is:

The young man's hands were weakly and powerless as he held the reins of the giant horse, and he couldn't even fully stretch his legs to grip the horse's back.

But even with such unrestrained pulling, it was able to tame this ferocious beast and make it walk straight forward!

My God, it must be the gods in the heavens, the high and mighty Maches has descended!

The horse, possessed by the spirit of a lion, displayed such ferocity.

Some quick-thinking individuals were already speculating whether the team representing Machs had lost too many previous races, prompting the deity to personally intervene.

Chapter 51, first place? I don't know, I woke up in first place after a nap.

White Scar groaned, hissing like thunder, the muscles in his neck bulging visibly, and the hair standing on end around him seemed to be carrying an electric current.

Aaron, who was half asleep, was unaware of all of this.

He felt as if the donkey he was riding had transformed into an indescribable rolling thundercloud, and he was suspended in the sky, as if he were riding the heavens.

Is this one of the powers that the father could feel when he was Zeus?

But why was there still the sound of a child throwing a tantrum, like the crying of the neighbor's child when their favorite rocking horse toy was taken away when they lived in Thebes?

Meanwhile, in the arena, most of the panicked crowd had knelt on the ground, trembling, calling out the names of Ra and Mahesh.

This is undoubtedly a manifestation of Mahes himself descending, transforming into a terrifying beast, the wild horse, to join the competition!

In this era, the reason why those seemingly impossible myths have been passed down through the ages is not only because people pass them down by word of mouth, but also because someone can make an extraordinary contribution and eventually evolve them.

It is also because of this era that people have the opportunity to witness those extraordinary and spectacular sights.

(Anda: Don't look at me, this was all done by my unfilial son. I'm going to find a place to stay home after I've finished all this.)

The impact was so great that even the flag bearer announcing the start of the competition forgot to wave the flag.

It was only after being prompted by a servant from the temple behind him that he realized what was happening.

Now that the gods have descended, they must provide Machs with a path to victory.

Otherwise, this god of wind and thunder, who is also the god of darkness, would bring darkness to the daytime when he accompanies Ra on his sun chariot procession.

Huhu——

The flag signaling the start of the game waved past, and White Scar's wisdom understood the behavior of these people. It didn't even bother to run; it simply took a slow, leisurely step forward.

Only those so-called divine steeds behind dared to follow, bowing and scraping, not daring to take another step forward.

The servants at the local temple were incredibly polite; they immediately began reciting a prayer in celebration of the god Mahesh, showering him with flattery.

That's why they say God's servants are the most devout; religious people are usually a bit irrational.

After dawdling for a few minutes, White Scar, as if surveying its territory, wandered around once before swaying its ponytail and heading back into the tunnel.

The curtain behind them fell back down.

At this point, the horses of the other riders could no longer maintain their standing position and collapsed to their knees, foaming at the mouth.

There were no masters to comfort them now, because most of their masters had fainted. Many people had already run straight to the temple to make offerings to Mahesh.

Even the main event of the carriage races, the four-horse carriage race, was no longer of any interest.

Backstage at the arena, Aaron, yawning, slowly walked out riding a donkey. He dismounted, took off his clothes, and washed his face.

"Haa—I think I fell asleep, but I still managed to finish one lap, haha. By the way, why are you all looking at me like that?"

Aaron wiped water on his face and noticed that the people around him were looking at him strangely.

It's similar to the way you look at your father when you look at other people, but there's a difference; it's not mixed with any extraneous emotions.

It was simply pure reverence.

Qiao Dewen stared at the whimpering old donkey, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

Where is that ferocious beast that was even bigger than an elephant?

How did it turn into an old donkey with its fur still disheveled?

However, Qiao Dewen no longer dared to disrespect the old donkey, because it was a creature possessed by the true god Mahes.

He could only endure Lao Wu rubbing his mouth against his clothes, causing some burnt yellow grass scraps to fall down.

“Aaron, you, you won first place. I didn’t earn enough money. But we merchants still need to keep our word. As long as we don’t deal with those crazy Hebrew merchants, it’ll be fine.”

"Alas, I cannot disgrace Horus's reputation."

"Your donkey suddenly transformed into an enormous steed with a natural lightning bolt scar on the side of its neck. When it appeared, it nearly scared the other horses to death."

Qiao Dewen took the remaining twenty deben copper coins and placed them in the hands of a bewildered Aaron.

"First place? Me? I just woke up from a nap and I'm already in first place!"

"Fifth Brother, did you see that? We won first place! I never expected you could outrun those young, spirited horses!"

Aaron was excited, so he put his arm around the fifth dog's neck and rubbed it against it.

Strange, it smells familiar, like the dampness of grass mixed with soil, and a hint of horse manure.

The hair on the side of the fifth dog was squeezed, as if it had been touched by something.

Could it be that a god has truly descended?

Aaron carefully packed the money, became alert, and while most people were gathered together praying, he didn't have time to talk to Qiao Dewen for long and quickly led the fifth brother back.

He had changed his clothes, and Lao Wu was not as dashing as Qiao Dewen had described; the lightning bolt mark on his neck was still painted on.

Now is the perfect time to slip away while things are in disarray.

Aaron quickly led the fifth brother back and blended into the crowd.

He began to understand why his father was so slovenly, hoping to avoid attracting attention.

He pulled on the fifth brother's reins and hurried towards his residence, still pondering Qiao Dewen's words.

"A tall, magnificent horse with white scars."

"Oh no, could it be that after I fell asleep, they moved you to Chagatai's side and swapped you for that Chogoris wild horse named White Scar!"

Aaron quickly stopped, assumed a horse stance, and felt the expansion of his legs.

Soon, a familiar feeling arose, and I found it!

For a while, after he fell asleep, he was doing this strange riding motion!

So much so that the muscles still remember that state.

"Fifth brother, oh fifth brother," Aaron said, leading his fifth brother home in a daze. "I think I know where the baby crying we just heard came from."

"What if Chagatai takes White Scar back to his tribe and ends up dragging you back with him? That would be the end of us!"

The fifth donkey stuck out its tongue and licked Aaron's face, whether to comfort him or because this donkey was used to amusing itself in this way, it was hard to tell.

In short, Aaron is less worried about the commotion outside caused by the so-called miracle of "Mahesh" and more worried about how to face Chagatai when he sees him in his dreams.

Did the older brother steal his younger brother's favorite toy?

That sounds so frivolous! And yet, when he first met Chagatai, he pretended to be mysterious and didn't directly reveal his identity.

Oh no, I need to prepare a special strategy to appease my little brother, so as not to leave a psychological scar on four-year-old Chagatai.

Children probably don't remember things from when they were little—right?

Chapter 52: Is buying toys for your son beneficial to parent-child relationship?

When Aaron returned to his residence, neither his father nor Marum had returned yet.

Logically speaking, the task of intelligence gathering should have been left to Marum.

He was a born spy, and bringing his father along would have been a complete burden.

However, because of this issue, on the way to Yunu, Aaron had asked Marum whether the Celestial Guardians were all perfect beings, skilled in everything.

Marum replied that the Astartes of different Primarchs had different roles, and although they might have many common characteristics, those were shown in war.

After all, the enemy wouldn't be able to tell the difference between being shot or being chopped to death.

If you break it down further, there are many differences.