Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The monster was already in front of him, and the disgusting smell from its giant mouth was truly repulsive.

He preferred to believe that an octopus was stuck deep in a wolf's throat rather than that the beast actually looked like that.

Hades, Poseidon, did your pets get drunk at the heavenly banquet?

He remembered his mother telling him stories to lull him to sleep, saying that Cerberus was actually very well-behaved, and that he had even pulled the little dog's tail.

Therefore, Aaron felt no fear whatsoever when he first truly faced the mythical creature, this terrifying behemoth. He even imagined Cerberus and Kraken entwined in the ocean lava.

He twisted his wrist, mimicking the movements of the actors wielding longswords in the annual Theban performances of Hercules.

He struck Lexmede's head, but only made a small cut before being thrown back a few steps.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a shield in his other hand, so he couldn't use his sword to strike the shield to imitate the provocative battle cry in the play.

Usually at this point, the girls in the audience would gasp in surprise.

The action of striking the shield makes the character's muscles appear more muscular. They also apply olive oil beforehand so that these areas will shine in the firelight during the evening performance.

Aaron could only mimic the movements, imagining himself with a shield, bending over in a threatening pose, and shouting:

"Ha, you beasts, get off my brother!"

Damn it, what are these dogs doing!

Several Lexma were already close to Loka, their strange tongues whipping at the poor Loka like the torture of an ascetic.

The wolves howled in discontent, many wanting to leave Loga and attack this newcomer who was hated by dogs.

The moment they saw Aaron, they all felt their tails tighten.

The leader of the dark cultists sensed the thoughts of these demonic servants, gestured for an end to the torture of Loga, and stepped forward:

"Your thoughts and soul are so beautiful—I feel it! Even my Lord trembles at your imagination."

"Great Lord of Joy, grant your servant Andrio the power to conquer all—"

Before Andrio could finish speaking, several axes were being used as tools for climbing the city wall from the other side. Several figures, also followers of the Dark Cult but even more robust, with their robes draped in iron armor and adorned with skulls, leaped onto the wall!

The leader, "Hound" Kuraka, shouted loudly:

"That son of a bitch Andrio! This guy is the enemy we chose, he should die alongside us in the arena, offering a perfect battle to the Lord of the Skull!"

"You sissies and hermaphrodites, it's bad enough that these dogs lick your asses, but you actually use this filth to insult our chosen opponents!"

"You deserve to die!"

The burly man hadn't even put on his robe's hood, revealing the blood-stained marks on his skull, as he hurled his axe straight at Andrei.

Bang!

This dark believer who kept a giant wolf clearly did not have enough physical strength, and was killed instantly by the axe blowing his head off.

No, no, even in mythology, such villainous leaders should take several rounds to kill!

With the pack temporarily leaderless, Luo Jia was finally able to break free from the battle.

Once freed, that enormous, perfect body displayed an uncontrollable rage and power.

Clamping one Lexie in each arm, he strangled them to death.

He then picked up his hammer from the ground; thankfully, the enemies didn't try to shove his weapon into their buttocks.

Otherwise, Loka will become even more enraged!

He swung his hammer and smashed several enemies around him to pieces.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that the followers of the Lord of Skull and the Lord of Pleasure were fighting amongst themselves, he rushed forward, grabbed Aaron's torso with one hand, and jumped directly off the city wall.

During the fall, Aaron also saw some dark believers, whose main colors were green and blue, climbing the city walls.

It seems like everyone's just here to join in the fun.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter:

“My dear brother, Loka, are these the dark believers you spoke of? They don’t seem to be of one faction.”

After being jolted several times, Loka only rolled once upon landing, the curve of her waist preventing Aaron's head from hitting the ground.

Then Luo Jia got up and ran away quickly:

"Shut up! Everything you saw today was just part of my plan. I'm here to lure all the followers of darkness to one place so I can wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

Aaron looked at the lick marks left by Lexma's tongue on Logar's skin, and sighed in agreement:

"Everyone has a few dirty secrets, that's normal. By the way, why didn't you attack me directly this time? Take this opportunity to crush my waist or chew my head up. I don't doubt your bite strength is enough to do it."

Lojia's tone had gradually calmed down. He seemed tireless, running faster than the best horses in the Kingdom of Macedonia. He began:

“I still have my doubts, but you are not a believer in darkness, because they do not have a certain quality about you.”

Aaron became curious and asked excitedly, "What kind of aura? Is it the heroic spirit that risked his life to save you just now?"

Luo Jia snorted coldly:

"Compared to your rescue, that Kuraka obviously played a greater role. I find it hard to explain what that aura was; I can only say that it was the revelation of the one true God guiding me. Whoever you are, I must first destroy all the dark believers in this world, and then my sun will descend. This is my destiny in the dark."

Aaron tried to find a more comfortable position in Lojia's arms and sighed:

"Like heroes like Hercules, they only achieve fame and fortune after completing their tasks, but they still die in the end, sometimes tragically. By the way, my dear brother, why do those dark believers fight each other so fiercely? Since they have factions, they should cooperate to deal with you together."

This was the first time Aaron had seen a smile on Loka's face; the younger brother's smile was truly adorable.

"Cooperate? Dark believers can cooperate? Hahaha—now I'm even more certain that you're not a dark believer. You're just a heretic."

Chapter 11 The Promised Perfect City

"Well, I reckon I'll be waking up soon, so I'll only be able to see you guys in my dreams. Sigh, you younger brothers are all such a handful."

Aaron touched his smooth scalp somewhat embarrassedly and tugged at Lojia's sleeve:

"Just put me down. Anyway, the next time I dream about you, I'll just appear right next to you."

Loka stopped and put Aaron on the ground.

The giant's expression was serious:

“I haven’t acknowledged that I am your brother yet. Aaron, you’ve gone from a dangerous dark believer to an ordinary heretic. Our consistent approach to such people is to build stone monuments and altars in your homeland and then preach our doctrines.”

"Ultimately, the entire world will be transformed into a perfect city dedicated to the one true God, a place filled with lasting peace and beauty, where humanity's future lies."

“However,” his expression softened, “tell me about your father. I have absolutely no memory of who my father is.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron was overjoyed and plopped down on the ground, patting the empty space next to him:

“My dear brother, let me tell you about that old man.”

Luo Jia sat down cross-legged. His body was so huge that he had to adjust his position to avoid blocking the moonlight.

He found some wood, and with his hammer, he scraped it across the stone, sending sparks flying, which ignited a campfire.

Aaron glanced back warily in the direction of the castle on the cliff and asked:

"Won't those guys come after us?"

Loka shook his head and said, “Don’t worry until they have a winner. As you said, tell me about your father before you wake up. My adoptive father is Cole Fallon, but as I grew up, he feared me and subconsciously ostracized me because I was not one of his kind, but I still respect him.”

If Aaron's father is also my father, then at least it can dispel some of my doubts.

Luo Jia thought to himself.

Aaron pressed his hands against his knees, coughed twice, and said:

"Ahem, let's skip over my mother for now, otherwise if there are any mistakes in the description, she'll definitely beat me up when she gets back."

"As for our father, the king of the gods, the lord of thunder, the master of the court on the highest mountain, the eternal holder of power in this present age."

"Well, that's what they say in mythology. Right now, he's just a hunchbacked blacksmith who doesn't do much blacksmithing and makes a living by firing clay tablets for people in the city."

Aaron thought for a moment, but still didn't mention that their main source of income was the money left behind by those noblewomen when they were pursuing his father.

Luo Jia looked up at the sky:

"I see. It seems to be a civilized god of a small place, at least it still has power and order, so it is not as chaotic as the dark gods."

Aaron smacked his lips and shook his head:

"Oh dear, you're just like Guilliman. How come you start trying to judge things using your own cognitive concepts as you talk? When it comes to these serious terms, I feel like my brain can't keep up."

"Now you're listening to my story, so let's focus on my perspective, okay?"

Luo Jia turned to the side and lowered his head: "Whatever you want."

Aaron sneered, "When I see you in real life, in real time, I'm going to give you a good kick in the ass!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. I'm about to wake up. That old man will definitely make me cook during the day. Give me one of your things, and then I can give you something from my father." That's how Marum explained it.

Aaron reached out his hand, asking Luo Jia for something.

Luo Jia looked down and saw that besides his clothes, all he had on him was a hammer.

He thought for a moment, then broke off one of the longer, less sharp nails from his hammer.

It could perhaps be used as a tool for carving words on clay tablets.

Aaron took it, spun it around a few times, and found it very comfortable.

Luo Jia laughed and said, "Treat it as a carving knife; you can use it to record anything."

Aaron nodded, carefully putting away the "pen," feeling the call of his awakening self in the real world, and finally said goodbye:

"Luo Jia, my brother, your ultimate dream is to build the perfect city, right? I will help you achieve your goal!"

Aaron vanished, and the giant stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the spot where his "brother" had just been.

He stood up and picked up the hammer again.

Loka was not lying; he was "captured" by the Dark Cultists in order to gather them together and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Guide your companions to find the hideouts of these dark forces.

He intends to destroy the heretical beliefs of these dark gods, step by step.

The giant raised his arm and shouted, and from afar came the warriors of the One True God who answered the call.

"We have finally found one of the castles in the Dark Realm, the gathering place of evil."