Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"That bastard sent you to hold them off? Damn it, he planned everything, why didn't he tell me beforehand!"

"Why did I rush over to block this blow?!"

Poseidon struggled to reach the seashore, and finally cried out:

"Listen up, Aaron, your uncle loves you. Remember to say a good word for me before your father and mother tear me apart!"

After Poseidon finished speaking, he jumped into the sea.

He needed to release the spiritual energy stirred within him, his love, his love for all things in the world, which was bursting forth.

That demon, Slaanesh, who calls himself the Lord of Pleasure, is unleashing that love without reservation.

"I see. At first I thought you were just abstract."

"I never expected you to be into pure romance!"

"I temporarily accept it. Your love is greater than Neos's. I understand! The Eldar have never shown love to any other race, except you, ah, your heart!"

"I've found a new love!"

(Slaanesh: Please don't call me a scumbag or a scumbag. It's normal for me to have a wide range of loves. I might love this one today and that one tomorrow, or even both. Zeus and Poseidon together, awesome! Hehe.)

Slaanesh twisted Poseidon's physical existence, starting with his hair turning purple, and countless flagella and tentacles emanated from him, flooding into Poseidon's senses and even polluting his cerebral cortex and entering his nervous system.

"Get out of here! I'm not ready to find my soulmate, my beloved, or anything like that. That's the worst thing ever! My whole life, my very soul, is meant for them!"

My love will never be bound!

Poseidon struggled to resist the encroachment of the abominations, the demons that were flooding into every channel of his brain's nerves.

He almost used his head as a means of venting.

Those sensations represented the ultimate lamentation of the soul and body of an intelligent life form. What horrified Poseidon most was that, although his will was resisting the longing, his body—

I've actually developed the urge to enjoy and submit to the power of Slaanesh!

So it seems that subjective will cannot completely change objective reality!

When did you warp demons start playing this game?!

Then, not only did the brain begin to extend from the nerve nodes towards the spine, but Slaanesh's power was gradually transferring to Poseidon's body.

His limbs were affected by his nerves, causing them to become distorted and bizarre.

That weird concept called yoga or something else was taking shape in his mind.

They guided his body into all sorts of ridiculous poses. Who would put their head on their butt?

Even when playing with sea snakes or anacondas in nature, they wouldn't entangle themselves to this extent.

"Um, Ms. Salis, could we change direction? Stop torturing my body and let our psychic powers clash directly!"

Poseidon is summoning his last bit of psychic power, stating his demands.

After all, his head was now spinning, and he was seeing his own... well, you know.

No, I don't want that kind of thing!

He felt his brain being stretched open, and his tongue turning into tentacles with countless branches.

Compared to the tentacles of an octopus, these tentacles are noticeably more flexible and lack the sharp bony protrusions.

But in terms of the degree of bifurcation and diffusion, it is comparable to a ganglion!

"Stop! You can't insult me ​​like that!"

"Nyos! Zeus! Anda! Whatever your name, come and save me!"

Poseidon's body has sunk to the bottom of the Aegean Sea, its whereabouts unknown.

His limbs and torso were completely mutated, extending from black carapaces and spikes.

Driven by a frenzied impulse, he even began to touch the entire seabed.

Land beneath the sea?

This concept allowed Poseidon's power to regain some of the upper hand.

After all, it was through these abstract yet pure forms of love that he shaped his soul.

Sure enough, when he felt his surging emotions and regarded the entire ocean, land, and even the earth as the object of his feelings.

His psychic energy surged, breaking through some of Slaanesh's blockades and reclaiming the realm of the sea god in his mind.

Although his current state and movements are ugly, those humiliating poses posed by Slaanesh are etched into his body's memory and he will never forget them in this lifetime (sad).

Fortunately, I had already jumped into the sea, so my good nephew wouldn't see me.

Otherwise, I really won't be able to face anyone in the future.

But now that I have found an opportunity to fight back, then, O Earth, accept my love!

The urges that Slaanesh had originally intended to torment Poseidon's body were suppressed. Instead, they viewed the ocean floor as their target.

Even Slaanesh couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, his voice as beautiful as heaven:

"Throughout history, you are the only life that I have possessed yet has been able to transfer my love to another target!"

Not counting Neos, Slaanesh never had the chance to possess that man's cold heart.

He even doubted that Erda had any.

All the emotions that humans need to express, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, may be fake, produced by the body under the control of certain physiological hormone secretion.

The subspace is a cesspool, and that guy is the smelliest and hardest rock in that cesspool.

(Dorn: Huh? Is this something I inherited?)

Forget it, how can I think about other men when I'm in love with Poseidon?

"Give it to me! Vent your emotions on me! How dare you ignore me!"

Miss Salis began to go mad, but He was not yet born and was too weak.

Having failed to disarm Poseidon in one fell swoop and given an opening, He had already lost the chance to secure victory and was now in the strategic counter-offensive phase against Poseidon.

"Looking at you? Looking at you, you ugly thing?"

Poseidon's other eye gradually turned blue-gold, signifying that he had regained control of a significant portion of the souls. He roared with mockery at Sahene:

"You're a freak, neither human nor ghost. You have a perfectly normal face but a hermaphrodite, you're both male and female."

"What kind of love are you pursuing? Is it unrestrained indulgence?"

"It's nothing more than losing control of your emotions and thinking you've gained the joy of freedom, but you don't realize that you've already lost the greatest freedom!"

"That is the freedom to choose pleasure! It is because we can choose the pleasure that love brings that we can cherish what love truly is!"

Poseidon gradually realized what Slaanesh was—nothing more than a collection of consciousness strengthened by all intelligent life, who still thought himself to be the god who governed love.

It's ridiculous that He couldn't even control what He chose to love.

So-called subdimensional deities are nothing more than this.

Slaanesh, however, was not enraged by this. Instead, he leisurely manipulated the remaining parts of Poseidon's body, creating even more variations:

"So what? How many people can see this clearly? Aren't the vast majority of souls craving indulgence? It is you who have chosen this path."

“So,” His voice whispered gently in the depths of Poseidon’s soul, expanding once more, “you can only avoid being corrupted by me, but you cannot stop me from corrupting you, can you?”

"Moreover, the self-satisfaction I feel from believing that self-discipline and control over my desires is also my authority."

"Hahaha~ Just enjoy it!" Slaanesh laughed wildly. "It's more fun to play with him like this."

Poseidon was taken aback; he had overlooked a terrible fact.

Slaanesh cannot corrupt himself, because the love between the two is theoretically equal, and Slaanesh cannot transfer that love to himself.

However, the act of mere corruption can still continue.

If a prisoner doesn't speak during interrogation, does that mean I can't use torture?

Poseidon failed to sway Slaanesh with his verbal attacks; his rhetoric was in vain.

Slaanesh doesn't care about the "evil" within this love at all; the entire galaxy is trembling with fear, and you, a sea god, are acting so pure and innocent—you're giving me too much face.

Furthermore, according to your logic, your Neos, the human emperor, is being bullied by countless humans in the future!

The thought of this excited Slaanesh, whose monstrous tentacles surged forth, searching for any interface on Poseidon's body.

Then, Slaanesh's tentacles found the halberd.

It's a pity it's not trident-shaped. But it's enough for a man.

Poseidon was horrified; he could feel his body's every action after it had been mutated.

But only now has he managed to barely regain control of his brain.

"No, no! What are you going to do!"

Slaanesh explained his actions in an incredibly gentle yet undeniably aggressive tone:

"Penetrating is part of the fusion of life. Although it cannot compare to the highest level of consumption, we don't need to go that far at the beginning."

The sharp, two-pronged halberd adjusted its piercing direction, and although it had not yet touched his body, Poseidon already felt a chilling sensation as if he were being pricked by needles.

"Nyos!"

He roared in despair at the last moment.

The Lightbringer, who was destroying the Chaos Giant's body, turned his head; it seemed like someone had just called him.

Let me see what's going on—

Holy crap, how did Slaanesh get inside Poseidon's body?!

Anda was terrified and hurriedly escaped from the mecha, rushing straight towards his brother.

In his original plan, Slaanesh's attack on Aaron was at most a transformation into a girl of Aaron's age to seduce him.

Because of Aaron's characteristics, Slaanesh cannot display those bizarre and out-of-place forms that belong to this era.

This can be seen as finding an experienced older sister to help her son get to know girls, giving Aaron more opportunities to interact with them.

Otherwise, Anda wouldn't have been so comfortable letting Aaron shield him from Slaanesh.

After all, if she were to block it herself, it would be like a yandere landmine woman desperately pursuing her husband.