Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He was in a good mood and finally fell asleep peacefully.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a garden, the same place I had seen before, only in a different location.

This is a small plaza with a central colonnade, where two sculptors are each carving a statue of Petit Peer.

Peturabo felt annoyed; he should make one for himself instead of watching these mortals use their pitiful skills to commemorate themselves.

Katherine wasn't there, which was good; her dreams were still guided by her younger brother.

Aaron walked over on his own, and the moment Xiao Pei saw him, she almost raised her hand to attack his neck.

Fortunately, Peturabo restrained himself from these impulses, and said in a very displeased mood:

“Stay away, don’t disturb these craftsmen. I just won a match from my adoptive father’s son. I was going to let him win, but that guy has always been somewhat disliked by my adoptive father because of my presence.”

"He was almost going to win, but I didn't choose to throw the game."

Peturabo was talking at length when he suddenly paused, raised his hand, and dismissed the craftsmen.

Why should I tell you so much?

"Ahem, you didn't hear anything I said just now, and don't tell Katherine."

Aaron was already used to his younger brothers' behavior. There might have been some minor frictions in the first few times, but that changed after their identities were confirmed.

They all treated their older brother as someone they could confide in, letting their younger brothers share their troubles, which helped to comfort them.

It's not like there's no one around to talk to.

Aaron picked up the tools left behind by the craftsmen, stood in front of the unfinished stone statue, and began to hammer and tinker:

"Alright, alright, I understand. This is just a little secret between us brothers. You see, you care about Katherine so much, I know you're a good younger brother."

As Peturabo listened to the clanging and hammering of the carving tools, his inner agitation gradually subsided, and he quietly sat back in his original spot.

"I've solved the puzzle of the catapult by carving it inside the model. My skills are pretty good; even though the model isn't even as big as my palm, I can still complete the modification using the finest tools."

He pointed to the model on the table in the pavilion next to him. After the model was deciphered, he kept it with him.

To avoid Aaron being unable to find anything for a while when he reappears.

Damn it, why is he being so considerate to this bald guy!

Aaron said happily:

"Xiao Pei, you're the best! Love you!"

Peturabo's expression, which had been trying to harden, didn't turn into one of distress; instead, it became even calmer.

Oh well, it feels good to have someone compliment me.

However, Peturabo suddenly became serious and asked warily:

"How many brothers do we have? And how many brothers have you said these words to!"

Even with his poor emotional intelligence, Aaron knew these questions were getting out of hand, so he chose to change the subject:

"By the way, where is Katherine? I thought you would be like a little brother following his sister around, always by her side."

Peturabo's attention was indeed drawn, and he said gravely:

"My adoptive father is looking for suitable partners for his sister. Although I don't think you're good enough for her, the others he's brought in are all useless."

“I threw them all out, and my adoptive father realized that I had recently started to rebel against him, so he quieted down a bit. So he chose to persuade Katherine.”

"It doesn't matter. With me protecting my sister, no one can take advantage of her unless she wants to!"

Aaron became curious: "So, what methods do you plan to use to stop others?"

Peturabo said confidently:

"Only someone who can beat me in two of the three sports of carriage, wrestling, and drama is qualified to be Katherine's partner."

His gaze was arrogant and disdainful, as if he believed no one could defeat him. He looked at Aaron with disdain and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Even if it's you, my brother, it's the same!"

Aaron seemed to have grasped some of the logical problems Peturabo was referring to, and tentatively asked:

"If, and I mean if, Katherine finds a suitable partner, even if she can't beat you, but she's willing, then your continued testing of others would be against Katherine's free will, wouldn't it?"

Peturabo could no longer contain his anger and jumped to his feet, ready to rush toward Aaron.

But in the end, it rushed towards another half-carved stone statue and smashed it to pieces.

"Take the catapults and get out of here!"

Aaron finally witnessed his younger brother's unpredictable temper, but at least he knew how to control his anger and attack him.

He had no choice but to put down what he was carrying, go to the pavilion to retrieve the model, and bid farewell:

“Okay, Xiao Pei, please tell Katherine I send her my regards. I feel like we're family—”

Aaron vanished before Peturabo threw both statues from the open space over.

Aaron, back in Lavist, suddenly woke up, looked at the model in his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He called out:

"Father, Marum? I've sorted out the catapult problem with Little Pei!"

He looked around but couldn't find anyone.

Stepping out of the tent, I saw the artisans gathered together, while their families remained in the living area.

Today, the Pharaoh sent an urgent decree that the craftsmen must set off to maintain the war machines.

Bad news came from Thebes: the Romans and Macedonians had joined forces and formed a legion to launch a preemptive strike.

Aaron searched everywhere for his father and hurriedly threw the catapult model he was holding over there.

However, he misjudged the target and hit Anda on the head.

"You unfilial son, there are no restrictions on your movements now, can't you just come over and hand it to me!"

The veins on Anda's forehead were bulging, although he was unlikely to be injured by the force.

But it's still really unpleasant to get smacked on the forehead.

Anda then looked at Marum beside him and questioned;

"Son of Guilliman, is this how you defend your Majesty!"

Marum remained composed and respectfully replied:

“Sir, I think we shouldn’t interfere too much with your parent-child relationship with Aaron.”

Anda couldn't help but flick Marum's forehead.

"Because of what you said, when I get tens of thousands of years later, I will personally flick Guilliman's forehead."

The family's quarrel didn't last long before the craftsmen had to set off.

Anda was optimistic, believing that people wouldn't be used as human cannonballs to be thrown out today.

It was probably just to let the craftsmen familiarize themselves with the structure of the catapult beforehand, and then come into contact with the demonic marks on it.

It's convenient to throw it out later, which will not only cause pollution and spread the plague, but also allow you to set when the body will explode, how wide the blood mist will splatter, and how beautiful the exploding blood flowers will be.

When those four—no, five—dogs are together, it's inevitable that they'll cooperate to some extent.

Only Khorne didn't care much, while the others were quite happy to see their powers merge.

Although each of them had hundreds of schemes, they were mainly taking advantage of this opportunity to seize the power within the other's territory that they could use for their own purposes.

At this moment, Anriwen was waking up from his dazed state and switching to Vashtor.

The five of them sat in a circle around the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh's sanity was completely destroyed, and he was utterly possessed by Horus, who was in even greater chaos.

The veteran remained silent, simply sharpening his knife.

The doctor and the scholar were discussing the combination of explosive runes and plague bombs.

Objectively speaking, Nurgle himself is quite knowledgeable.

The dancers were bored and dozing off.

Nobody paid any attention to Vashtor.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! We must unite!"

Wa Banxian tried to take the lead in the meeting, but nobody paid any attention to him.

Only when designing war machines will the most intelligent Tzeentch ask him technical questions, and after answering, he immediately discards the answer.

Vashtor even considered making contact with Slaanesh.

It was disgusting, but some of his subordinates did indeed choose to study their craft because of their love for mechanical things.

The dancer was just yawning; drowsiness and laziness were also a form of indulgence.

"The baby isn't born yet, so the baby doesn't know."

"If you have any problems, go find that old bird."

Feeling neglected, Vashtor was about to get angry, but then realized with a start that if he did, it would be too late.

Then, the old soldier sharpening his knife would excitedly stand up, grab his collar, and head into the grove to fight.

"Well, alright, alright. Now we have a common enemy, so we need to unite. I won't bother you any longer."

Vashtor rose dejectedly and went to the spot where the catapults were parked.

He was unaware that the golden-haired cow that had been chasing his scarab had also appeared today, with the intention of breaking his catapult.

Moreover, it appears to be fine on the outside, but its internal structure has been completely ruined.

"Damn it," Vashtor clenched his fist, "once I'm promoted, you'll have to pay double for the humiliation I suffered today!"

"Never underestimate the poor when they are young!"

Compared to the others, he was indeed a child.

Chapter 92 Wa Banxian: Can I Attend the Table for Dinner? (34K)