Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It achieved unprecedented strength in both diameter and depth!

Although it wasn't his own power, the psychological thrill still made Poseidon incredibly excited.

Then he realized that even if the demon wasn't supposed to awaken yet, he would have to wake it up.

The next moment, the demon's giant hand emerged from the vortex and grabbed Poseidon.

What are you guys doing?!

Chapter 126 Poseidon: Oh no, it's Slaanesh! (5K)

The sudden appearance of that arm caught even Adachi, who was yawning and helping his good brother stir the ocean, off guard.

This is very unusual, because the seabed where the demon sleeps is still some distance from the bottom of the vortex.

I understand. If Poseidon is just stirring the ocean normally, without any emotion involved, then the seal on the demon will have to wait until the time is right before it can be opened.

However, this good brother has already taken on the role of the lover of the Aegean Sea, and at this point, these stirring actions are no longer simply physical changes.

It was love imbued with the extreme emotions of an immortal being!

Oh no, I guess that pervert's gaze has been drawn over here.

Under Slaanesh's watchful gaze, the Titan demon awoke prematurely.

Anda slapped his forehead, stopped his urging, and quickly ordered Marum to pull the submarine up; they were going to rescue Poseidon.

While Marum was on the move, Anda made Aaron obediently raise his arm, put on the airbag, and bite a piece of meat in his mouth.

"This is a manual valve. Depressurize once and breathe ten times. Maintain this rhythm, and if you fall into the sea, you can use this to avoid suffocating before you float to the surface."

The old father calmly and steadily taught Aaron how to use the airbag, so that Aaron would always have something in his mouth and wouldn't have time to ask him strange questions. The plan worked.

Marum quickly pulled the submarine aboard, and the three of them boarded the ship.

Before the hatch closed again, you could even hear Uncle Poseidon's wailing.

Aaron removed the trachea from his mouth and asked in confusion:

"Did I just hear something? That howling didn't seem to be in much pain?"

Anda maintained a smile with some difficulty: "That's not your business. Now sit still and wait until we get to a suitable position, then I'll summon Titan."

"Once Titan comes out, we'll send you back. After that, it's none of your business."

Marum was already seated in front of the transmission lever, beginning to output power and propel the submarine forward.

But he still asked, “Sir, I do not recommend that Aaron be allowed to get so close. If it is only to fulfill the plot requirement of the giant war robot protecting the small vehicles, I think it is very inappropriate.”

Anda shouted loudly:

"Do you want me to tell you that I can only successfully summon the Titan if Aaron is by my side?!"

Aaron couldn't help but laugh at his father's response, saying metaphorically:

“I thought Father had finally seen the light and wanted to show me these spectacular sights. But it’s already good that you were able to tell me the real reason.”

Anda, enraged, retorted, "You're not even an adult yet, kid. I'm the one who calls the shots in this house now!"

"Be prepared for danger, I can't protect you forever."

Before Aaron put the trachea back in, he smiled helplessly and said, "Then I'll take it as you saying that you care about me."

After more than a decade of working together, the father and son finally showed signs of getting along, which made Marum very happy.

It seems that none of the three people who went to rescue Poseidon were really worried about what kind of suffering the sea god was enduring at that moment.

In Anda's eyes, they had all fed lions and crocodiles together.

For Poseidon, being firmly held in the hand of a giant might even be a wonderful thing.

Of course, Poseidon didn't really think that way. He might have had such thoughts, but when he realized that the arm that was gripping his body was a creation of chaos, a demonic body, he couldn't help but want to vomit.

I hope this thing isn't some pile of shit!

A whisper of indistinguishable gender slowly invaded Poseidon's ears. It even came in along with tiny tentacles that had sprouted from the giant's hand, accompanied by the sound of his ear canal expanding and blood vessels flowing.

It looks like some kind of in-ear headphone, although Poseidon doesn't yet know what headphones or ASMR are:

“Lord Sea God, it is very impolite of you to think of me like that. I am the god of love and beauty, and my power was drawn to you and descended upon this giant’s body.”

Poseidon became wary: "Venus? No, I'm doomed, I'm not interested in women at all."

The voice paused, and the tentacles expanding into Poseidon's ear canal stopped.

"I need to see what's going on in your head, what exactly attracted me here."

The voice became extremely puzzled, for He so loved this will to conquer the entire ocean.

He wouldn't mind sharing bliss with Poseidon, the immortal human, but the other's words made Slaanesh somewhat hesitant.

Could it be that what this person loves is truly an abstract world?

Well, Miss Salis, who hasn't been born yet, doesn't quite understand all this; she only knows that this love is immense.

"Forget it, I'm not going to bother with you anymore. I'm going to find my lovely Neos. His love is greater; he loves all of humanity."

The Chaos Titans, who were attached to Slaanesh, tossed Poseidon far away like trash.

It's still Neos, His eternal purple moonlight.

In the future, the scene of Neos learning swordsmanship from the Eldar will remain vivid in his mind, and the emotions of many Eldar will be imprinted in the Warp.

That human was not at all the Earth monkey that the Eldar saw, but a perfect, steadfast, and pure-willed example of intelligent life.

With her own strength, she impressed even the Eldar sword master, who invited her to witness the beauty of the galaxy.

At that time, humans were merely an inferior race.

But Nios loves his race.

Instead of the Eldar being divided into countless factions based on the form of love, to the point that they themselves are torn apart, reassembled, and born in such an ugly way.

From that time on, He longed for a human god who loved his own race, rather than the extremely distorted love of the Eldar.

He was even willing to agree to Horus's request to give up half of his position!

But the glittering little man only had eyes for his corrupt and twisted humans, and didn't even glance at himself.

Although Salis thought about it carefully, he realized that if he got Neos, he might get tired of him after a while.

So let's just keep in this state of constantly pursuing the other person, yet never getting them!

Desiring something you can't have is also a kind of enjoyment!

Within Slaanesh's art palace, in the occasional dreams of Slaanesh, he might find the Eldar souls who once saw Nyorth in his stomach, savoring their beauty.

The power of the Fourth Ancient One was so great that it could even allow Slaanesh to become one of the Eldar individuals who had come into contact with Nyorth in that time.

Those beautiful memories thus became Slaanesh's precious recollections.

Before the arena in the woods, they watched as this man, shirtless, wielding a sword and suppressing four Eldar sword masters, without using any psionic energy.

The sweat flowing down his muscles, every movement and gesture was like the most exquisite dance.

These scenes were all depicted and preserved.

Compared to the elaborate and unnatural "love" of the Eldar, which seems unlike that of a normal intelligent life form, this sincerity is just as moving.

After these souls were devoured, they also became one of Slaanesh's own emotions.

Although the proportion of this emotion is almost negligible, it should have been destroyed by the countless torn emotions of the Eldar.

But Slaanesh does indeed love beautiful and pure love, even unrequited love.

This is probably the only relief I've found amidst countless torturous loves.

Fish me, just like that, fish me out of my mouth! Not a single fish in the entire ocean is willing to take the bait, but I am, brother, watch me!

As Salis thought this, the Titan's Hand sank into the sea.

When the ocean surged again, the complete forty-meter-tall Titan had already risen and reached a depth of ten meters near the shore, where it saw the submarine moving forward at a "snail's pace".

"It's okay, the little ones are cute too."

The giant's demonic essence had succumbed to Salis's tyranny and was now at his mercy.

He reached down with his arm to grab the submarine and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"Just in time!"

Anda roared and made Marum open the hatch, letting seawater rush in. He took one last look at his son, who was breathing safely through an airbag, and rushed out of the sea.

"Lightbringer!"

He shouted words that people couldn't understand and aimed the disc-shaped launcher in his hand at the sea ahead and fired it.

The golden disc didn't leave any golden marks on the sea surface; instead, it simply grew larger and pierced through the giant's palm.

Anda flew straight through the hole torn in the palm.

The golden disc shattered completely, transforming into components of the Titan that began to assemble. By the time it fell into the ocean, it had returned to its original height of seventy meters.

It was a head taller than the Chaos Giant.

"This is the Lightbringer, you wretched creature! Take this sword!"

"A single slash cuts in two, the Dragon Ascension Slash!"

No, something seems wrong. Never mind, just shout out the slogan.

One of the Lightbringer's arms is a specially crafted blade, which, with the support of Anda's power, is capable of cutting through any psionic defenses.

With a single slash, he severed the Chaos Giant's arm, then nimbly turned and plummeted back down, scooping up the submarine. He kicked up a wave to cushion the fall, then tossed it away into the distance with the current.

Marum felt the submarine's operation and thought to himself that His Majesty had at least considered Aaron's physical strength and hadn't thrown the submarine away directly.

After all, as His Majesty's steward, he remembered that His Majesty wanted to play the catapult game with Aaron.

Aaron, you'll fall and die.

The submarine's hatch was open, and Marum had to use one hand to hold Aaron while using the other to steer the course, right in front of them was the spot where Poseidon had been thrown.

At that height, falling into water is no different from falling onto a steel plate.

It's probably dead, but since it's an immortal being, we don't know how long it will take to resurrect. Let's retrieve the body first.