Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron goes to defend himself; it's a romantic comedy about young people.

But now that only Poseidon has gone, what does that make it? R18+!

"Brother! Damn it, stop right now!"

Anda's roar was very urgent, and he even called Poseidon his brother.

He was running out of time and could only unleash a thunderstorm from the sky.

The raging lightning, like a giant dragon, tore down and surged towards the sea.

Then, guided by the twisted power emanating from the not-yet-completely-destroyed corpse of the Chaos Giant, they entered different times.

A sinister laugh reached my ears:

"It's really not easy to capture an immortal. Every time you are resurrected, your understanding of the soul is flawed, which is why we don't yet have the ability to convert immortals."

"Now we've finally got one, hehe, Neos, let's see if Poseidon has any secrets, we'll send him into the future."

Anda turned back in mid-air, his entire hair turning into golden flames, even as he completely destroyed the corpse of the Chaos Giant.

Even that couldn't stop Tzeentch's twisted nature from happening.

He quickly realized that this was an echo of the last "End and Death," the very event for which Slaanesh and Tzeentch had left the scene for a short period.

Their goal from the very beginning was to capture an immortal being.

Right, why are there no records of immortals being corrupted by chaos yet?

Not counting the manufactured goods of the future, those people themselves didn't even understand, yet they succeeded in a muddle.

Anda coldly pondered Tzeentch's plan. He was a step behind here, perhaps because he had never included the immortals in his long-term plan from the beginning. He thought that once the immortals had fulfilled their role in a certain historical position, they could be discarded.

That's why Tzeentch got the opportunity.

Damn it, if it were my future self, I would definitely have thought of this.

But he was merely a human being, not a perfect god.

No wonder Olpeson always made himself a god first, then used divine methods to defeat the four gods, and then turned back into a human.

So now, how can we prevent Poseidon from being defiled by Slaanesh?

He definitely can't get there in time now, he can only deliver the most crucial information:

“Brother, you can’t fight this guy not because your ideas are wrong, but because you don’t have enough power to support your ideas.”

"Don't give up! You can become a god!"

Deep within Poseidon's soul, his beloved brother's voice pierced the heavens with anguish, for there was no time for gentle whispers now.

These pains also helped him focus his attention and fight Slaanesh.

"Nonsense, I knew I was a god a long time ago, and I even manifested the image of the sea god created by people's faith! But I can't win! I'm not just being beaten to my knees, I'm being paralyzed and unable to get up again!"

But Anda's words were useless; the gap in hard power was too great. After all, he only represented the imagination of the near-sea deities in the early stages of human civilization.

Unless he can represent another ocean, one far more vast than the oceans contained in the sense of a planet.

"Give up the struggle. I'll take you to Terra in the time before the sea, so you'll lose even the last ability to resist me."

Slaanesh's laughter gradually became more masculine, and as the dominant figure, he needed to project an aura that would make Poseidon submit in every sense of the word.

Otherwise, she might have only conquered Poseidon with her female form, and the latter might still be secretly pleased with himself.

With Tzeentch's help, Slaanesh tore open a passage home. He casually chose a time before the Horus Rebellion, intending to use the Sea King as a substitute meal if he couldn't defeat the Black King then.

Hopefully, Horus won't try to take advantage of this uncle; He had worked so hard to get him.

"Uh-ah!"

The halberd eventually pierced through Poseidon's body, its tip emerging from his eye socket.

The moment Slaanesh returned to the Warp with his new lover, Tzeentch made his move.

He helped Slaanesh to obtain a sample of an immortal being for research, not to be used by Slaanesh for his own purposes.

At this point, Tzeentch was superior to Slaanesh, easily snatching the adult toys that Slaanesh had just received.

“I’ll use a few years of Graham’s time first,” Tzeentch knew Slaanesh wouldn’t understand these strange mathematical rules, “or I’ll give it back to you after I’ve figured out the secret of human immortality.”

As soon as the blue-haired chicken finished speaking, it couldn't wait to return to its maze and set up a series of traps to prevent Slaanesh from launching a night attack wielding his spear and club.

Tzeentch was hunting Slaanesh, with the weasel following behind. As Tzeentch fled with Poseidon in his arms, he was targeted by the Emperor, who had been waiting for him for 30,000 years. The Emperor knocked Poseidon down, scattering him throughout the warp.

According to calculations, the place where he fell is called Prospero.

30K Emperor, that's strange. It seems like that little thing just asked me to trade something and did something.

Never mind, let's find our son. There was a strange psychic reaction over there just now.

Prospero, Tizica, the city of wisdom.

A red-skinned giant was taking a rest in front of the observatory. He had just been in the vast ocean, talking with countless psychic sages about the past and present, and suddenly felt the vastness of the universe and the prominence of his own talents.

What? You should have a sense of awe and envy, and be humble?

That's impossible. I am the most powerful psionicist in the entire universe. All the masters of Prospero claim to be rare in history and the best in the world.

See how awesome I am!

Bang!

A naked blue-haired man crashed into the telescope of the observatory, following the vast ocean rift he had just mended.

It seems that some part of the body was stuck in the gap in the passage, preventing it from being completely closed.

Enemy attack?

Magnus immediately became alert, and his hands crackled with psionic lightning.

Chapter 128 Little Horse: How can there be such a psychic master in this world! (5K)

"Aaron, Aaron!"

Anda's urgent cries came from afar. He was flying through the air and rushed over after confirming that all the demon corpses had been burned.

As for Poseidon, there's no way to save him now. He can only remember this point in time, hoping that his future self will have time to recall it and save him from the demon.

Thus, at least in Poseidon's own perception of time, he was helped to escape Poseidon's clutches as soon as he was captured.

(Poseidon: Children, it's not that I've escaped the clutches of evil; I refuse to give up my 30,000 years of wonderful life to go to that cesspool!)

"Marum, what happened? Why did Aaron faint? Since he wasn't attacked by a demon, he shouldn't be affected."

Anda's body crashed into the submarine's cabin, his face filled with urgency, and the flames in his hair had not yet completely subsided.

Marum stood firmly beside Aaron and calmly replied:

“My lord, Aaron is asleep. He, like you, witnessed the demon taking your friend away.”

"Therefore, he imagined himself traveling to the future, fell into a deep sleep, and entered the subspace."

Upon hearing this, Adachi actually breathed a sigh of relief, then lay down wearily on the ground and sighed:

"Oh, that scared me to death. I thought some of Slaanesh's power had mixed with Tzeentch's cunning and tainted him. I'm not worried about Slaanesh alone, but with that insidious Tzeentch involved, the consequences need to be carefully examined."

Marum needs some time to accept that His Majesty has relaxed after realizing that Aaron has only entered the Warp.

Every preparation required for entering the Warp in their time was a matter of life and death.

He suggested:

"My lord, perhaps you need to strengthen your resolve to make the future emperor pay more attention to Aaron. His frequent travels through the warp are a recipe for disaster."

Anda was so lazy that he didn't even want to turn over, and said listlessly:

"Why worry about him? He's safe in the warp. If those four bastards and their demons were in the real world, they would still pose a physical threat to Aaron."

“Once we’re in the warp, Aaron is even safer than a ship protected by a Geller force field. I’m not as effective there because there’s bound to be more chaotic contamination in my domain. Marum, remember this: I am also chaotic contamination, just generally beneficial to humanity.”

Adah emphasized this point, and instead of retracting the Lightbringer, he simply fell asleep snoring.

Before falling asleep, he lamented that he had missed the classic scene of standing on the shoulders of a giant robot, wearing a pilot's uniform, and being illuminated by the sunlight piercing through the clouds, all because he was trying to save Poseidon.

Listening to His Majesty's snoring, Marum was finally convinced that Aaron's use of his abilities to pursue Poseidon was indeed without any risk.

That's wonderful. Judging from His Majesty's words, Aaron will meet with misfortune in six hundred years.

That's the gist of the matter, but could we at least leave behind some remains?

I wonder if Aaron's remains can still retain a similar force field to Geller's force field, no, an ability even stronger than a force field.

The Geller field only protects against subspace contamination, but with Aaron present, the contamination itself doesn't even exist.

It can also greatly increase the speed of navigation.

According to his routine data communication with Sage Caul, the Empire recorded that in both instances where Aaron appeared next to Guilliman, the ships were delivered to their destinations within minutes.

Moreover, the subspace rift that was torn open was perfectly regular and would not affect the nearby physical world when it was torn open.

If the Empire's main fleet were equipped with such a piece of skeletal remains and flesh, they could easily create several fleet ecosystems and establish an eternal paradise.

Of course, as an Astartes, Marum still prefers to use the skeletons for expeditions, or even to establish a stable plan to cross the Great Rift and subdue the dark side of the Empire.

Thinking of this, Marum couldn't help but glance at the sleeping Aaron—

Marum, beware of the Chaos Contamination!

So he closed his eyes and began to meditate silently, unable to pray.

Otherwise, these noises will wake the master, and he will be kicked into the sea.

Thirty thousand years later, Prospero, Tizka.

This planet was once a refuge for psionicists who had been exiled and marginalized throughout history.

Perhaps due to natural evolution, Prospero naturally gave birth to monsters that could survive by feeding on the brains of psionicists: the Soul Eaters.

The psionicists are trapped in a desolate city and are facing annihilation.

They were ostracized and discriminated against by their own kind. After their escape, monsters naturally emerged specifically to destroy them.

Well, it's also possible that Tzeentch had already prepared these monsters when the ancestors of the psionicists fled here.

Until a little over a decade ago, an incubation pod fell from the sky and landed right in the city of Tizka, preventing the children inside from being devoured by the spirit-devouring monsters.