Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Many immortals do this. He remembered that his good brother Neos had a sword, but he didn't know where he had lost it.

Olpeson was the only exception; he never got tired of being around humans and especially loved being a soldier, climbing the ranks all the way up.

My favorite thing is beer.

Poseidon's mind wandered, and the pitchfork in his hand grew ever thinner, turning from its original metallic color to a deep red due to the overload of psionic energy. He asked:

"By the way, Aaron, how tall are your brothers usually?"

Aaron also found it difficult to explain, so he had to ask Marum to reveal his true form and then have Marum more accurately mark an accurate height.

Poseidon raised his head and stared intently, his eyes scanning the area. Was this a proportional increase?

He tried to gesture, but then, remembering that Aaron was still around, he lost interest in paying attention to the matter.

He murmured, "Then it's not just about the appropriate weapon length, but also the diameter needed to hold the weapon."

Poseidon swore that he wasn't thinking anything inappropriate at this moment, and began to imagine a blue, golden-armored giant wielding his two forks.

"long!"

He shouted, wanting to show off his abilities in front of Aaron.

Throughout history and across the world, the Dragon King of the sea has always needed a treasure that allows him to do as he pleases.

Poseidon's hair turned completely blue, like the sea, and the strands even blended together, as if an entire ocean was draped over his hair. However, the uniformity and density of the hair still lacked a certain charm.

In one of the few times Aaron had ever seen his father's hair transform into a raging inferno, his father's hair truly resembled a tangible flame.

Does the hair of these gods, or immortals, change into a corresponding form when they activate their skills?

That's it. The reason I'm not immortal and will die on the day my father mentioned is probably because he's bald.

There is no way to show the corresponding hair style.

(Vokan: No, don't worry, bro, even a bald guy can be immortal.)

Under the infusion of Poseidon's divine power, this ordinary pitchfork gradually cooled down and evolved into a two-pronged halberd that was entirely blue and wrapped with red dragon scale stripes.

As it was being swung wildly, the faint sounds of dragons roaring and waves could be heard.

“You know, Aaron, I learned these tricks the first time people thought I was the sea god. You have to bring your own background music. Did you hear that just now? When your father used his power, those ‘dolls’ with iron heads and metal wings were singing. The pitch was pretty high, but I couldn’t understand what they were singing.”

Poseidon tried to explain more details about the immortals' abilities to his nephew, while Aaron listened with a hint of envy, noticing the background music.

He nodded seriously and said, "If I make a lot of money in the future, I will hire the most famous choir in Athens to stand behind me and sing."

Anda was using his powerful lungs to compress air into his air sac, but this was inefficient, so he simply grabbed a handful of water from Poseidon's hair and burned it with lightning.

Electrolysis, chemical principles, kid.

He always felt that Poseidon's special effects hair and seawater were actually water that got into his brain.

“We need to be careful with our money, Aaron. We don’t need to hire a choir. Just let Marum learn to sing.”

"Besides, I always feel that something is off when a choir is singing next to you. It's even more eerie when they start crying while singing."

Poseidon was being pulled by the hair and leaned against Anda's thigh, with an airbag on the other side.

Amidst the surging thunder and lightning, Poseidon involuntarily closed his eyes, muttering a warning:

"My dear brother, you'd better aim your lightning strike carefully. Getting shocked yourself is one thing, but if you disfigure me, I'll really have to find a place to die and wait to be resurrected."

Anda could only slap him:

"Shut up, stop making a scene."

Poseidon calmly closed his eyes, like a little kid being taken to a barbershop for a haircut, afraid that the knife would cut off his scalp or ears.

But he couldn't help but ask the last question:

When Erda leans against your leg, is her forehead facing up or her back facing up?

Rumbling--

The weather across the entire Aegean Sea port instantly darkened, and the raging thunderclouds gathered almost instantly, sending down white lightning bolts with diameters of four or five meters.

Cover both Anda and Poseidon at the same time.

Marum reacted quickly, stepping in front of Aaron to prevent him from being hit.

As for why he didn't protect His Majesty immediately, well, His Majesty appointed him as the steward.

Aaron is the most important person in this family right now, so protecting Aaron is protecting His Majesty.

Once the thunder's power dissipated, the scene that appeared before one's eyes was somewhat comical.

The lightning shattered the chair, so Anda landed hard on his backside. Poseidon leaned against his leg, desperately trying to prop himself up.

Both of their clothes were ripped apart by lightning. The only thing Anda could do at that moment was to protect the airbag so that Aaron wouldn't be left without anything when he went into the sea later.

"You pervert, stay away from me!"

Anda delivered a knee strike, sending Poseidon flying.

The latter exited psionic mode and was desperately searching for something to cover his shame.

"Did you leave something for Erda that would trigger a thunderstorm once a keyword is activated? I remember you used this trick in Sparta before. Recording natural lightning and storing it in an object."

"You must have left those things for Erda, but that's really too much! We had an agreement not to use forces that would obviously alter the natural environment!"

"That's the kind of person you are. You never follow the rules, and you always break agreements!"

Poseidon recounted the story quickly, cursing the couple's malice.

Anda was even more bewildered. He stood up, completely unconcerned that the old bird had left its cage.

He looked up at Lei Yun, frowning.

"No, it's not on Erda's side, but the power is definitely guiding me. Something's not right, that thing is probably about to wake up."

"Marum, help me dress. We must set off now to ascertain the Titans' awakening status!"

Anda opened her arms, and Marum had already prepared the clothes for her to wear, along with a leather and jade-inlaid ornament on her forehead.

It's also used to secure the hat.

Poseidon had already climbed over the wall to the neighbor's house, stolen a quilt to use as clothing, and then climbed back over the wall.

“You won’t admit to what you did, my dear brother. You’re so cunning. This is clearly your power.”

Anda didn't bother to explain; it was indeed caused by his abilities, but definitely not by his current state.

That wouldn't be some ancient thing from 40,000 years in the future; he can't leave.

Thirty thousand years from now? No, that's not right either. He can't leave even further, and has already been separated from the previous one, heading towards the ritual destined by fate.

So who is it?

The group left home in silence without saying a word.

Like an idiot who goes to the village entrance to enjoy the wind during a thunderstorm. You can often see a few immature teenagers spreading their arms wide in strong winds, thinking they've defied or controlled nature.

But when several adults follow the little kid and do this, it makes you wonder if they have something wrong with their brains.

People in the neighborhood and market were busy packing up to go home and collect their laundry, while these few idiots had determined expressions on their faces as if they were about to conquer a sea monster.

It's really strange.

When the group arrived at the port, only a few fishing boats remained, still trying to reach the port and dock before the thunderstorm, heavy rain, and strong winds stirred up the waves.

Anda casually said, "Marum, go help them moor their ships, and then tell them to stay as far away as possible."

Marum stepped forward and, under the horrified gazes of the fishermen, pulled several boats to the harbor, securing their anchors to prevent them from being blown away by the waves that were beginning to capsize.

"By the will of our Lord, mortals, be far from this place."

Marum spoke calmly and clearly.

The fact that Space Marines can still speak these words to mortals means that the problem isn't too serious yet.

While most people are simply stunned by the sight, this muscular man capable of towing a boat with his bare body is clearly more frightening than a natural thunderstorm.

Marum got kicked in the backside by Anda. The latter stepped forward:

"Speak like a human! Cough cough, never mind, I'll do it."

Golden lightning erupted from his eyes, pointing towards the sky, where thunder roared down, merging his voice into the storm so that everyone in the city could hear it:

"I am Zeus, a mortal, far from the city, awaiting my return when the sun rises!"

A tremendous sound echoed over the Aegean port, and the lightning turned golden.

Few people moved, realizing the danger involved.

Anda clenched his fist, and a bolt of golden lightning struck directly into the city center.

Those who had just packed their things and returned home were so frightened that they started to make a ruckus, leaving their homes and heading deeper into the land.

"It's been a long time since I've done something like this. Speaking of which, I've considered having Marum write to the local governor to assess the risks of the natural disaster and ask them to arrange for the evacuation of people."

"But that's obviously not feasible."

Anda muttered to himself, as if explaining his actions.

"So, is it fear that's more likely to motivate people? It seems like my memories are starting to get jumbled up again."

"I really hope to arrive soon in an era where I can present the facts with reason and evidence, and without the coercion of force, the human community can make the right choice rationally."

Poseidon, watching from the sidelines, was already itching to get his hands on the item and remarked:

"You've had your fun and entered a state of sagehood, starting to ponder the driving forces behind human faith. I haven't had anyone perform a miracle for me in ages, so hurry up and add some special effects!"

After Poseidon finished speaking, he jumped into the sea, drawing in the waves brought by the raging winds and forcibly controlling the surging waves.

Anda, feeling helpless, gave a push, and a towering wave rose up, sending Poseidon to the highest point.

His hair turned into the purest sea blue, and with the trident in his hand swirling, he transformed into the king of the ocean, stirring up a huge vortex that absorbed all the waves crashing against the land.

He stirred and stirred, single-handedly stirring up the entire nearby ocean!

Oh, Anda is still pushing from behind. We need to let the waves and eddies generate inertia first, otherwise the big whirlpool won't be able to rise.

But it doesn't matter, he's just using his good younger brother as a power bank.

He had tried stirring the ocean with a small Poseidon before, but it couldn't create such a large whirlpool.

Now, with Anda's help, he is almost going to rule this ocean!