Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum had stopped outputting power and came behind the master, respectfully saying:

"I can go into the water from the bottom deck to try and cut the other side's tissues."

Anda hurriedly pressed her son's head back:

"We don't need you for this. These early civilizations' demons are quite troublesome. Today, we're here to confirm the location and the size of the enemy."

"We'll deal with this thing when Guilliman's Titans arrive."

"Judging from the current situation, there is still a three to five-day buffer period. Okay, we've finished watching, let's call it a day."

Anda was still worried about bringing her son to this place without any protective measures. She hadn't been careful when raising her child before because she knew that the dangers weren't life-threatening.

Now, in this dark environment, coupled with the risk of suffocation, or even the possibility of the submarine being breached by water pressure, turning the son from Aaron into a puddle of Aaron.

Anda decided to return to base quickly.

Marum started draining the water, and as always, she used brute force to achieve her goal.

Poor sealing, insufficient power, excessive water pressure—

These conditions were overcome entirely through the manual control of the Ultra Warriors.

The ship was rising so fast that it began to tilt upwards.

Before long, it surfaced and took a jolt to steady itself.

Marum opened the hatch and jumped out, using it as a power source. He adjusted the power backpack on his back to the appropriate angle and gradually pushed the submarine back to port.

Anda quickly kicked her son out:

"Don't come next time. It was our oversight this time. How could we have let you come up here?"

Aaron stared at his father with resentment in his eyes:

“Tell us what protective measures you want, and we’ll figure out how to implement them. Father, your way of thinking, which keeps jumping from one extreme to another, is really hard to understand.”

Poseidon, agreeing with Aaron, chimed in with his own complaints:

“That’s right, I also want to say that. You’re always changing your mind. You want to do this today and that tomorrow. We can’t figure out what you’re trying to do.”

Anda flicked Aaron and Poseidon on the forehead each, then solemnly recounted how the human body changes under water pressure at different depths.

Aaron listened attentively, while Poseidon grew increasingly bored.

Because he has experienced all these painful feelings, he sometimes even regards the entire ocean as a single entity.

See how far you can go.

When the water pressure reaches the right level, the seawater itself is like a giant lover!

While His Majesty was holding another security meeting, Marum went to sea again and hid the submarine deep in the harbor.

That way, I won't have to move out of my house every time.

They started their journey home, and when they reached the door, Poseidon habitually lay down on the haystack by the entrance.

His personality is indeed optimistic; he accepts whatever comes his way and can maintain a calm and rational mindset even if he were to be dissected from a shark's belly on the spot.

Aaron got home and lay down, then started planning how to bring Titan over.

Summoning it directly from home is definitely not going to work; if that iron thing, tens of meters long, came crashing down, it would flatten the surrounding blocks.

“Father, have we found a place where the Titans are hidden? We can’t just summon them when they awaken. I’m worried that my abilities won’t be as effective then.”

Aaron discussed it with his father, trying to consider all aspects of a project.

I believe that this kind of thinking can also help him to look at the things in front of him in more ways, which is also a kind of growth.

Once I grow up, I'll be able to help my younger brothers more.

Instead of calling them his younger brothers now, which is different from how, apart from Ryan, the other brothers are actually more mature than him and have far greater talents and abilities than ordinary people.

Anda had already fallen into a deep sleep, oblivious to everything happening around her.

Aaron had no choice but to devise a plan on his own: should he summon the Titans from the sky or summon them from the water and let the battle take place in the sea?

No matter what, he had to stay away from crowds. Although he secretly hoped that people would see the battle between Titans and monsters, the thought of the risk of injury and death made him hesitate.

He would rather the war remain unknown and be resolved secretly by his family.

Aaron thought for a long time, but couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the halls of Olympia.

Peturabo, his face bruised and swollen, sat inside the Great Hall dressed in traditional Olympian attire.

Katherine was bringing over a chair to apply the medicine to him.

Aaron exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this:

"My God, Xiao Pei, what kind of enemy did you encounter? You got beaten up so badly."

He moved closer, and Katherine, already used to Aaron's elusive nature, smiled wryly.

"Xiao Pei, your brother is here. Go and explain things to him."

Xiao Pei lowered her head, turned her face away, and was even so awkward that she didn't want Katherine to wipe her with the medicine.

"If you don't have anything to do today, you and Katherine can go for a walk in the garden. I'll just rest for a bit."

Peturabo made such a rare statement.

But Aaron was already in front of him, carefully examining the other's wounds, which appeared to have been inflicted by someone of similar build.

Even using only fists.

Katherine explained, “Your god-king father came from a ship in the sky, and then Little Pete attacked him with a punch. Unfortunately, he couldn’t defeat Zeus.”

Chapter 120 An Attempt to Take Little Pei to BC (3K)

Katherine began to tell that tragic story.

After Aaron left last time, legends began to circulate in Olympia that the King of Gods would soon arrive to welcome his son Peturabo back to heaven.

There were also rumors that the king's princess was to marry the prince.

This was naturally the work of Katherine's father, who was well-versed in the art of conquest and simultaneously instructed Peturabo to strike while the iron was hot and destroy the last few kingdoms that stubbornly resisted them.

When the unification was completed, enormous ships indeed descended from the sky, and these giant ships were just a part of the even more magnificent ships in the boundless starry sky.

With everyone present as witnesses, the God-King descended.

He was surrounded by countless tall celestial guards and was called the Emperor.

He wanted to bring his son back, return to the starry sky, and reclaim all the starry lands that his gaze could see and watch over.

Liberate the people there and let a better life come.

This was the reason the God-King persuaded Perturabau to leave with him; He believed that His Son would fight for the future of countless humankind.

In this grand setting, which could almost be written into an epic, Peturabo agreed to his real father's request.

Then suddenly he sprang up, pounced over, and punched the God King in the face.

And so the battle broke out.

Peturabo, almost as if he were a self-taught master, suddenly began to develop countless exquisite close-combat techniques from the wrestling techniques of Olympia.

It almost rendered the god-king unable to move.

Little Pei shouted, "Give me your empire! It can only be ruled by me!"

Even Katherine's father was terrified, fearing that the King of Gods would think that Perturabo's rebellious behavior was something he had taught him, and would punish him in return.

But the God-King finally burst into laughter, a laugh that seemed to shake the entire hall.

He seemed unaware that his child could behave so recklessly.

He broke free of one arm and lifted Perturabo by the neck, his skillful maneuvering proving futile against absolute power.

What followed was the battle between the God-King and the demigod's offspring. It's safe to say that the Olympians who witnessed this scene had lived a truly fulfilling life.

The god-king treated Peturabo almost like a tool for plowing the land, pressing him down and rubbing him wantonly.

Perturabo, who was originally seen as a god by everyone, was just a toy in the hands of the god-king, powerless to resist.

He was eventually beaten black and blue, lying motionless in the pit.

The God-King himself accepted the King's invitation to attend the banquet, and specially summoned Katherine, bestowing upon her a clay tablet.

The inscription on it is incomprehensible to anyone, but it is regarded as a symbol of Olympia's submission to the god-king's empire and its becoming a member of his rule.

On that day, people watched as the king, who was originally known for his tyranny, smiled like a plump and kind wealthy man when he received the clay tablet, showing no trace of his former tyranny.

Before Xiao Pei could even think of an excuse to cover up her embarrassing situation, she saw Aaron looking resentful.

Oh no, could it be that I made my brother angry because I failed to keep my promise to him?

But what Aaron said next made Katherine wonder whether he was the son of that god-king or his enemy.

Aaron slammed his fist into his other hand, his face full of resentment:

"Damn old man, why did you hit your own son so hard!"

"It seems that relying on just one younger brother to challenge that old man is not enough. We need to find more brothers!"

He tried to calm himself down, climbed onto the stool that Katherine had given him, and gently stroked Little Pei's cheek:

"The bruise is so big, it must be in a lot of pain for you."

"Don't worry, little brother. Once I've gathered all the brothers, I'll teach that old man a lesson!"

When Aaron placed his hand on Peturabo's face, the latter almost fell to the ground.

He was like a teenager encountering an extremely cringeworthy or embarrassing situation; he was completely flustered and, having nowhere to avoid it, simply stood up, muttering to himself:

“I am enough. He is wearing armor, while I am only wearing a robe. Once I finish making my armor, I can defeat him by myself.”

As Peturabo spoke, a hint of resentment flickered in his eyes. Not long ago, that great being who claimed to be his father had descended upon him.

He wore golden power armor, and his face was as fiery as a real sun, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

But upon closer inspection, all one can see is a frivolous, dark-haired man who doesn't look very proper. Forgive Peturabo for thinking this way, but this is the only adjective he can find.

Next, the God-King departed and returned to His heavenly palace, leaving only a few ships to stand by.