The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

Fugan and Angron had stayed for a while in the Duchy of Carcassonne. After witnessing their strength, Duke Hubald of Carcassonne realized that these two demigods could help him with a problem—the Steel Orc tribe in the Inara Mountains.

This tribe incorporated steel into their bodies, making them stronger and more ferocious. Despite Duke Hubald's best efforts, he could only drive the Steel Orcs back into the mountains, preventing them from rampaging across the plains of Carcassonne.

Duke Hubald privately requested Fugan and Angron's assistance, clearly stating that he could not offer any significant rewards or gifts, except the hope that they would lend their aid in recognition of the duchy's centuries-long struggle against relentless invasions and sacrifices.

If the duke had immediately offered a large sum of money to hire them as mercenaries, the two primarchs would likely have refused without a second thought. However, this sincere plea moved both Fugan and Angron, who agreed to help. Fugan took the lead, with Duke Hubald sending scouts and shepherds to guide them.

However, it turned out that the people of Carcassonne had made a serious mistake in their intelligence.

The people of Carcassonne, known for their bravery and resilience, were less adept culturally. They informed Fugan and Angron that these Steel Orcs worshiped Chaos and were quite formidable.

Fugan and Angron were puzzled.

Since when could Orcs worship Chaos?

It later became clear that the people of Carcassonne could not differentiate between Orcs, undead, and Chaos—they considered them all enemies. So, in their simple logic, Orcs were also followers of Chaos.

Realizing that explaining this misunderstanding was too complicated, Fugan decided to let it slide. Whether they worshiped Chaos or not, they would be dealt with.

At Redfish Village along the Shinnon River, the summer waters flowed swiftly. A dwarf-made waterwheel continuously pumped water, while in the distance, a tall windmill spun.

Fugan, Angron, and Ryan strolled along the Shinnon River. By mid-August, the weather had cooled.

Fugan wanted to see how Angron's farmstead was doing.

The arrival of this primarch, son of the Emperor, caused quite a stir in Ryan's territory.

Everyone was curious about Ryan's brothers.

He was incredibly handsome! This beautiful man instantly became the hottest topic in the entire territory.

Perfect appearance, elegant demeanor, noble temperament, handsome looks, and formidable bravery.

This is what a true demigod should look like!

It was widely known that Ryan's brothers were demigods. At his grand wedding, there were six demigods present, and with Fugan's arrival, that made seven demigod brothers.

Of course, there was plenty of private gossip. Some speculated that Ryan's brothers were all half-siblings, which would explain their differences. Seeing Fugan only solidified this belief; they were convinced Ryan's father had more than one woman. There was evidence!

The large black man had only appeared once, and people weren't familiar with him, but everyone knew Lord Angron!

Sir Ryan and Sir Fugan must share the same parents, while Lord Angron must be an illegitimate child! The discussion ended there; his manner and appearance did not match that of a nobleman.

Everyone was convinced of this.

"So, all problems are resolved?" Ryan, walking in front, smiled and said, "Brother, thank you for the expedition."

"It's nothing; over ten thousand years, I will make up for all the mistakes I made." Fugan shook his head with a smile. "You don't need to worry about Lustria. I know your situation too—you've reclaimed Mousilon and are about to become king. We each have our roles and destinies."

"You still value those things so much." Angron was a bit frustrated. He had also heard the rumors in the territory. In the past, he would have rushed in with an axe. 

But after years of farming, Angron's temper had mellowed significantly. Reflecting on it, he realized his appearance was indeed quite different. Even though Fugan could never match him in combat, it was still frustrating.

Entering Redfish Village, Angron's house and estate were not far away. There, many diligent serfs worked as laborers for Lord Angron, raising pigs, chickens, and ducks, and tending the fields. They provided labor, and Angron offered them protection.

"Angron, I came all the way from Lustria to see you. I've heard you're farming here. Do you have anything to offer as a treat?" Fugan asked with interest as he observed the prosperous village, bustling with people. The village streets were lined with shops and taverns, smoke rose from chimneys, and clothes hung by the roadside.

"You didn't bring any specialties from Lustria for me!" Angron replied with dissatisfaction.

"I did, actually!" Fugan smiled, taking out a small statue from his space ring.

This statue, made of high-quality hardwood from Lustria's tropical rainforests, depicted a toad-like figure seated in meditation on a golden throne, exuding an aura of wisdom.

"Uh." Angron hadn't expected Fugan to bring a gift. The World Eater primarch awkwardly took the statue, mumbling, "Thank you... What does it do?"

"Nothing special. I got it from Lord Kroak." Fugan shook his head. "It doesn't have any magical abilities, but it contains the wisdom and life experiences of a Slann."

"There's no hidden Chaos demon inside?" Angron shook the statue, checking for any issues.

"...Angron, if you want an honor duel, just ask." Fugan's tone shifted. "There's no need to be subtle. That's not like you."

"Alright, alright, since you brought a gift, I'll treat you, pretty boy." Angron carefully put away the statue and opened the farm gate. "What do you want to eat? Should I catch a chicken?"

"A chicken for three people? How stingy can you be?" Fugan's eyes darted around. The farm had everything and was self-sufficient.

"Hahaha~" Ryan laughed beside them.

"Then tell me what you want to eat!" Angron instructed the serfs to bring water. "Don't be vague and make me guess, or your dinner will be pig feed!"

"Alright, alright, how about you slaughter a pig for me and Ryan to try?" Fugan shrugged. "You cook for us, how about that?"

"Sure." Angron led Ryan and Fugan into the pigsty he had built himself.

"Oink oink~" The gate opened, revealing many fat pigs. Seeing Angron, they thought he was there to feed them, crowding around, snorting and grunting.

"Hey, I wonder what your offspring would think, knowing their primarch is raising pigs?" Fugan noted how well-fed the pigs were, knowing Angron had put in effort.

"What does it matter what they think? I've never really been in charge of them." Angron shook his head. "Which one do you want?"

"Do we look like we'd choose? Just pick one for us."

"Alright, let me see." Angron observed for a moment before reaching into the pen, lifting a several-hundred-pound pig with one hand. "How about this one? Berkshire pig, good meat quality, known for its marbled meat."

"Sounds good!" Fugan and Ryan nodded.

"Oink oink~" The pig, still groggy, was lifted without much resistance.

"This one, then." Angron grabbed the pig, pinched its chin, and smirked. "You see, this pig daydreams a lot. Even when I pick it up, it hardly reacts, doesn't want to move."

"Eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, daydreams during the day."

"That's not good. It could set a bad example for the other pigs!"

"How about we roast it! Teach it a lesson that daydreaming gets you nowhere; you need action~" Angron pinched the pig's face.

"Oink oink~" The pig, realizing its fate, started to struggle, but it was too late.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" Rooster crows echoed in the quiet and peaceful village.

With the serfs' help, Angron slaughtered and cleaned the pig, then marinated it.

He added ginger, salt, oil, spices, and even some red wine. Once fully marinated, the pig was placed over the fire.

Golden fat dripped into the fire, sparking.

The three sat around the roast, accompanied by wine. Ryan savored the top-quality marbled pork, tender and juicy, marinated to perfection with a subtle pork flavor.

"Nothing beats brothers' cooking!" Ryan remarked, carving the meat with a small knife.

"Angron, I must say, you're a master pig farmer!" Fugan nodded, unable to suppress a smile. "Someone as talented in internal affairs as you, our dear Regent Guilliman, will surely give you a new title at the High Lords Council on Terra, like... Chief Pig Farmer?"

"I won't serve under Guilliman." Angron scowled at the mention of Guilliman. "If he wants my allegiance, he'll have to beat me first."

"He and his offspring are enough to beat you." Fugan applied seasoning to the roast meat and took a bite.

"I mean one-on-one!" Angron emphasized impatiently.

"One-on-one? Did you forget how you lost to Leman?" Fugan sneered. "That's Father's point. If you can't understand, you might as well be a farmer for life."

"...You spoke to Father?" Angron frowned, quickly devouring the lean meat on his knife. He then took a

 white bread roll and fresh lettuce from a bag, wrapping it around the roast meat.

Ryan also turned his gaze to Fugan.

"We did, in the City of the Mists, using ancient machines left by the Old Ones to communicate with Father," Fugan said seriously. "That's why I returned to the Old World."

"Do you want to know what Father said?" Fugan sprinkled Sichuan pepper, black pepper, and cumin powder on the roast meat.

"What did he say?"

"Father told me..."

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