Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Upon hearing this, Anda couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

He knew what kind of emotional impact it would be if his dark past were dug up.

They are all immortal beings, and perhaps thousands of years later, humanity will enter a more prosperous era, even spreading ancient culture to other planets.

Hearing your own stories in the future, stories that have been passed down and edited countless times, always sounds so painful.

Fortunately, I had planned ahead and kept telling my son that those cows and swans were all fake.

Poseidon is only now beginning to consider this question, and it seems it's already too late.

Anda put down his work, lay down beside Poseidon, put his arm around the other's shoulder, and whispered:

"If you really want me to do that for you, it's not impossible, but you'll have to owe me a favor."

Poseidon was moved to tears and was about to bow down: "Good brother, tell me, I will do what I can and will not refuse!"

Anda grinned mischievously, reached out and pressed down on both sides of Poseidon's forehead, pinning him to the recliner.

The latter struggled to break free, but could not.

So when Aaron woke up, the first thing he heard was a commotion in the courtyard. When he went outside, he saw his father grabbing Uncle Poseidon and beginning to refine him instantly.

“You have secrets from our past in your mind, and I absolutely cannot risk letting my son know about the outrageous things we did together!”

Poseidon screamed, like a piercing, sharp cry from a siren:

"Killing me won't do you any good! All my memories will return after I'm resurrected!"

Golden light blazed from Anda's hand, and thunder roared forth:

"So, erase these memories from my mind!"

Amid Poseidon's near-mad roars and convulsions, Anda's power finally reached the pinnacle of Poseidon's soul, sending him to the summit.

The next moment, both of them collapsed, covered in sweat. Anda slowly got up, leaned against the wall, and rubbed his lower back.

"It's really a lot of work to go through all this, but it's the only way to keep the secret from being passed down!"

Poseidon looked bewildered, clutching his forehead: "What the hell did you do! You said you were going to erase my memories, but I didn't feel anything at all. All my memories are still there."

Anda's expression froze. This... how could this be!

He quickly tried to reach out again, but Poseidon rolled to the ground and dodged.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, I'll send a telepathic message to Aaron!"

Chapter 118 Anda's Regret

Anda roared and pounced on it, determined to find out what had happened.

Then they saw Aaron, who had just gotten up, looking at the two of them with a curious expression.

"Father, Uncle, what are you doing? What memories need to be erased?"

"Do you still possess the ability to erase other people's memories?!"

Adachi stopped what he was doing, stood up, and touched the tip of his nose, feeling quite embarrassed.

"I was just playing with your uncle. We're brothers, you know? It's normal for brothers to bicker and fight. Okay, hurry up and cook. You slept all day, and we didn't even have lunch."

Aaron was very dissatisfied with this answer, knowing that these two old men must be hiding some earth-shattering secret from him.

What did the two of them do together?

“Marum is at home, how could you possibly be hungry?”

Marum, in the corner of the yard, cried out mournfully:

"Sir, when you sent me out to buy groceries, you said you would take care of lunch yourselves. When I came back, even the pots and pans were already washed!"

Aaron already understood what had happened. Leaning against the door, he covered his face and sighed:

"I think it was already quite difficult for you to almost starve to death when you were a child. Now it seems that if no one took care of you gods, you could starve to death."

Anda listened attentively to her son's complaints, then quickly changed the subject:

“It’s all Poseidon’s fault. He dragged me into helping him solve the problem of marine species conservation.”

"By the way, let's see what materials I asked Marum to buy. We're going to build a submarine. Do you know what a submarine is? It's a tool that can move freely in the sea based on the strength of the materials and its water storage capacity."

Anda tried to distract Aaron as if he were a child, but Aaron just got up helplessly to start a fire and cook.

"Let's eat first, and then we can talk about how you're going to save the world."

The two adults had no choice but to sit obediently and watch Aaron busy himself.

Anda sniffed, puzzled, and asked, "Where did you go this time? Why does it smell so strange?"

Aaron didn't even turn his head, busy controlling the heat:

“I met two Ryans, one young and one old. The old one told me to tell you that if you need him to do anything in the future, just tell him directly, don’t try to guess.”

"They have to pay homage to some scene from a myth or legend."

Anda sniffed, remaining noncommittal, and then asked:

"That bastard also likes to act profound with others. I don't know why, but people always think Ryan is a lot like me."

"Forget it, let's not worry about the old ones. What about the young ones? I remember there's a protective measure before the Primarch comes into contact with external environmental stimuli."

Poseidon leaned closer and asked curiously:

"What do you mean by Primarch? Are you referring to the brothers Aaron will meet in the future? Oh, congratulations, my dear brother, it seems you're going to reconcile with Ilda!"

How many children are in one pregnancy?

Anda punched Poseidon in the nose:

"Get lost. My son and I are having a family discussion. What are you, an outsider, interfering in?"

The latter covered her nose and moved away: "You've become too violent, Anda. Don't show violence in front of the children."

Aaron began scooping rice from the pot, one bowl for each person, no more and no less.

He casually remarked, "Little Ryan is quite well-behaved, but he's never been around people before and can't talk. I left Adam there, and you can tell Ryan really likes Adam; he even sleeps with him."

Poseidon quickly placed the food on the table and began to eat.

"The taste is good. It's great that you can see your future family in your dream, child. I don't have a family yet."

"By the way, you can take the things with you and bring them back, right? We'll get you some good stuff from the sea this time to bring to your future brothers. Consider it a gift from your uncle."

Aaron thanked him politely, then frowned and said:

"Actually, Uncle Olpeson has already given me the cloak you used when you fought the Bull of Heaven, and I gave it to Little Olpeson."

Poseidon waved his hand and said, "That's different. The power of us immortals can shape devices with special powers. I need to prepare some new ones specifically."

Anda pushed Poseidon aside, making him sit further away, and ate his meal while keeping a close eye on the other man.

"If you dare to make any weird or strange things, I'll shove you up the Titan's ass."

Poseidon, with a resolute expression, declared righteously:

"These are spoils of war from the gods, a gift for my future nephew! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Putting aside my human compassion, I'm generally a person whose character is acceptable to most people's aesthetic and cultural standards."

Let's make one—

Poseidon began looking around for a suitable model, and saw Marum stacking haystacks together with a pitchfork. He exclaimed excitedly:

"Use this! Make a weapon fork. In mythology, my weapon is a trident, cough cough, I haven't used that thing in a long time. It seems like I still have some worldly symbols that ordinary people consider useful."

"Then let's make a two-pronged fork."

Anda pursed his lips: "Anyway, this thing is just for piercing other people."

Aaron was quite interested and added, "We can make them bigger. My brothers are all very tall, taller than two people put together. Their body proportions are also enlarged, not just tall and thin."

Poseidon was taken aback. So, how come you two, father and son, are so adept at making demands?

No, how could his nephew have become as shameless as Neos!

At least there is this tendency: people will naturally take other people's things and use them, or even take them for themselves!

And you don't have much reason to argue, because sometimes you're even giving things away willingly!

Oh dear, my good nephew, your uncle will definitely find a way to get you out of this misery!

Don't become like that bastard of a father!

Poseidon, with a heart full of compassion, gazed upon his beloved nephew and earnestly said:

"Understood. I'll make the fork very big, at least big enough to be used as a weapon."

He clapped his hands, and a wave of water appeared out of nowhere, washing all the dishes.

"Hehe, just a little application."

"Let's talk about how to further develop the submarine that Neos mentioned, and then go to sea to explore the sealed land of the Titans."

Anda was somewhat disgusted and didn't want to get the water on him.

He knew the origin of this psychic magic, which stemmed from Poseidon's first attempt at purifying his body with a hippopotamus.

Now, he might even feel a little regretful for taking Poseidon to play that boring game in the first place.

At that time, the immortals still had many companions. They found a low grove of trees on the vast African land, lay down on it, and lured carnivorous beasts to approach.

At that time, the immortals were not keen on nurturing or joining human civilization to play a nurturing game, after all, they couldn't get along with those savages who couldn't even speak properly.

The first time these perverts attempted dangerous behavior was in this game of courage.

Until a hyena precisely bit Poseidon's prostate, the force and temperature of the bite were just right.

Poseidon changed after that.

Anda propped his head up and covered his face. He was filled with regret. How could he have created such a monster!

Forget it, let's focus on solving the problem now.

Marum was no longer able to participate in these conversations; he was caught in the contradiction of not being able to lie, yet His Majesty seemed to feel no psychological pressure at all when he spoke nonsense.

I even had the urge to check the accounts and complain to Aaron.

Does this count as loyalty?