Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum keenly observed that the Emperor's decisive decision to delegate power to the Warmasters during the Great Crusade and return to Holy Terra might have been driven by this consideration.

"I'm more interested in what kind of wine you're brewing than demons. If you produce any, remember to let me know."

While Anda was talking, Aaron hurriedly scooped the meat from the pot into his own bowl.

That's the good thing about this old man; he often doesn't realize that the food in front of him is about to be eaten up while he's talking.

While a heartwarming scene unfolds at the Anda family's home, inside the Yunu Temple...

Pharaoh Nicholas II, also known as Horus, was patiently listening to the reports from his generals.

Rome was far from being a super-empire like Persia, at least not now.

However, while the Macedonian kingdom further north was still in power, this small country began to covet Thebes.

The Pharaoh realized almost instantly that Horus's significance did not lie entirely with him.

He claimed the name of Horus from the distant void, and in another sense, the wolf, resides in Rome.

They would hunt down and drive away the Lord of Darkness who was devouring the light of Ra, banishing him to the center.

Yes, starting several months ago, Horus himself appeared to destroy the god who is the lord of darkness!

It was narrated right in my ear.

The gods will bestow their blessings and transform their priests into the most powerful warriors.

He also sent skilled craftsmen blessed by the gods who were in charge of craftsmanship to forge powerful war machines for him!

With divine intervention, all the real difficulties Egypt faces will disappear.

"After the Dionysian festival concludes, the army will immediately set out. I will obey the will of the gods and, in the name of Horus, destroy the Lord of Darkness!"

The Pharaoh ordered his generals to withdraw.

Then, five people emerged from behind their own curtains.

The first one was a scarred veteran who seemed to have served as a bodyguard since he was a child.

The second was a broad-shouldered middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face, wearing a laurel wreath woven from fresh branches. This was his doctor.

The third person was an elderly man holding a book, his eyes gleaming with wisdom; this was his teacher.

The fourth was a well-built dancer whose gender was unclear. She was also the most proactive among them, coming up to him, stroking his cheek, and giving him a kiss.

As for the fifth person, there wasn't a fifth person when I was a child.

That only appeared recently.

Moreover, their expressions were not as consistent as the other four; their faces showed the distorted pain of a mortal.

The fifth one is trying to get closer to oneself, like the other four, as one who has been by one's side since birth.

But he just couldn't take that step.

The Pharaoh remained calm, his eyes closed; he needed to acquire the power of the art.

Horus has lost too many wars and must win against the Lord of Darkness.

He reached out and gently touched the fifth person's cheek.

I observed the power displayed by the magnificent craftsmanship of countless gears and chains coming together to operate.

If the skills born of wisdom reach their pinnacle, the entire world can be simulated and operated.

It could even give birth to the future that one needs!

The Pharaoh's hand reached into the fifth prince's eye sockets and mouth, drawing upon the power of his malevolent arts.

When he opened his eyes again, one of his pupils had turned a strange, dim yellow.

“Father, our battle is never-ending, even though the outcome is already decided. I will never forget every moment I fought with you.”

"It has been with me throughout this battle that spans tens of thousands of years."

The Pharaoh opened his mouth and spoke in the language of the gods, which he could not understand.

It didn't sound like he was trying to kill, but rather like he was experiencing some kind of awkward emotion.

It was just like when he was young, and his father scolded him for the first time because he had made a mistake.

At this moment, the kind-looking middle-aged man stepped out, holding a huge jade wine cup in his hand.

"You need this. You need soldiers who are immortal and unafraid of pain."

"Make your soldiers drink it."

The others sneered and remained silent, with the first and coldest guard even turning his body away.

He despises those who gain courage only because they are immortal.

The most precious warriors are those who, knowing death, can still be inspired with courage.

His gaze shifted, and he seemed to see the figure of an angel rushing towards death, dying in your hands.

I wonder if we can still find similar warriors in this era?

After acquiring the five chaotic powers, the Pharaoh was restored to his original state, and all the figures around him disappeared as if they had never existed.

Only the jade wine cup remained, shimmering with supreme life force.

The power to overcome death.

(In "The End and Death," Horus is narrated in the second person as "you.")

Chapter 74 What is meant by "The Great Gourd of Negation"? It wants to be placed inside His Majesty's body (33)

Aaron didn't know if the world would suddenly end the moment he opened the door in the morning.

Living in the pre-Christian era, he did not have the so-called apocalyptic complex of later generations.

Of course, they certainly won't feel inadequate like they would when the apocalypse comes 40,000 years later.

He opened the door, habitually added feed for the fifth dog, tidied the stove that had been blown by the wind the night before, and prepared breakfast.

He only needed to turn his head outside the gate to see two or three figures writhing and staggering as they bumped into guns.

But Aaron was busy cleaning up the various kinds of trash left in front of the gate because of the Dionysian festival.

He has some obsessive-compulsive tendencies, though not to the point of being a germaphobe, but he can't stand things that aren't neat and orderly.

After cleaning up the area in front of the gate, I went into the yard and closed the gate.

I think I saw some strange figures in the corner of my vision just now, like drunkards who slept on the side of the road last night and were still dizzy when they woke up this morning, unable to walk straight.

Just as Aaron lit the stove and put the food in the pot, his father woke up precisely on time, already wiping his face and sitting at the table ready to eat.

"The smell in the air today is a bit off, like a rotten banana that's been mashed up, scraped with onion, wrapped in garlic, and stuffed into your nose."

Anda's gaze turned serious, and his nostrils began to twitch.

Aaron became displeased: "Don't describe these strange smells while eating! Where did you get these metaphors from, or have you actually smelled these smells?"

Anda stood up, looking like he wanted to get to the bottom of things, touching his nose here and there:

“Something’s not right, something’s very wrong. I remember now, these smells come from the garden, that old fat man’s garden.”

Aaron shrugged and asked, puzzled:

"Did you ever steal fruit from other people's gardens to make wine before? Speaking of which, I prefer sweeter fruit wines. If the flavor is too rich, it loses its clarity."

Marum then emerged from the room, having recently been frequently triggered by the exchange ritual and with few adhering to its rules.

As one of the vehicles of the ritual, Marum needs to take this opportunity to connect with Sage Kaul as much as possible.

"My lord, this is the list you requested. It is a message that Sage Cauldron transmitted to the State Church through the Imperial Guard."

"These names all seem to be loyal warriors. Are you planning some kind of expedition?"

He handed over some mechanically punched carrier tape that had just been ejected. Anda glanced at it briefly and shook his head, saying:

“No, let’s look again, look for those who have just joined the order. I’m afraid these loyal warriors will kill Aaron because he casually called me an old man.”

Aaron was puzzled as to why he was suddenly mentioned:

"What does all this have to do with me? Father, Marum, what are you doing?"

Anda set the tapes on fire out of thin air, preventing his son from realizing the contents of the tapes because he had learned some kind of ability to punch and locate text in his dreams and future sons.

He changed the subject, saying, "Let's talk about those smells. They do seem somewhat familiar. But logically speaking, if they were truly the power of Nurgle, there's no way these powers could have erupted in such large numbers in this era."

He walked straight to the gate, opened it, and found only a few drunkards who had just found a clean spot to lie down and sleep.

These drunkards were more or less covered in the smell of fermented vomit, and the half-digested food residue was deposited in the dirty green soup.

It's neither delicious nor healthy.

"No, something must be trying to intervene in the real world. It can't tear open gaps and unleash disasters as easily as it would forty thousand years from now. But if it's just to disgust me—"

Anda grew increasingly agitated; these bastards were truly awful.

Marum approached Anda and scrutinized the drunkards:

“My lord, in this era, the only ones most closely connected to the Warp are you and Horus. As long as we follow the Pharaoh closely, we will surely be able to bring you victory, just as history has recorded.”

Aaron listened intently, finding it all quite mysterious. Whenever the two of them started discussing the future of demons, their faces would contort with a sense of impending doom.

"Forget it, let's eat first. I don't think I'm in the mood to look for fruit wine ingredients today."

He glanced at the vomit, which was greenish-yellowish in color, and felt a wave of nausea.

“I don’t even feel like eating anymore, Marum. Go investigate the Pharaoh’s army now. We only killed two priests and traded them for a chariot. They must have many more tricks up their sleeves.”

"Even Khorne is cunning when it comes to dealing with me."

Marum remained noncommittal about His Majesty's fantastical tales; only His Majesty could address the Chaos Gods by their full names.

He nodded in agreement and left quickly.

And Adachi already had a guess.

Their objective is now clear: they have already seen Tzeentch's demon.

However, Horus was backed by the four gods at the same time, so there was no reason for the other three to remain completely still.

Given the guidance I've seen today, it must be the Nurgle forces causing trouble.