Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The moment that child began to grow and awakened his psychic powers, the sages of Tizka realized that they had been saved!

Its name is, Great Red! Magnus! The wisest being in the world!

Now, more than a decade later, it is the second month since the wizards rallied around Magnus to reclaim their lost territory.

Compared to Magnus's proud personality and extraordinary talent, his style of doing things was rather steady and methodical, steadily advancing the war to eliminate the spirit-devouring monsters.

They even had time to start building urban infrastructure after Tizka was secured.

Marble bricks paved the once lifeless land, which is now used to house museums of art, philosophy, astronomy, and other subjects.

Magnus devoured all knowledge with insatiable hunger, yet he deeply understood that what he knew was merely a drop in the ocean of knowledge that stretched across the endless galaxy.

Therefore, Magnus would even periodically return to the observatory in Tizka during the war to enter a meditative state and swim freely in the vast ocean, the source of the wizards' power.

It is said that countless wise beings from around the world helped Magnus understand his questions, which is why his knowledge and doctrines continued to advance.

No wizard of Prospero has ever been able to win a debate against Magnus even once, a fact that even his childhood teachers regret.

They feared that the gods would punish them for their inferior wisdom in daring to teach the young Magnus.

Today, Magnus's three-day meditation was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of extraterrestrial visitors.

Workers are setting up ladders in an attempt to rescue the blue-haired man who is stuck in the crack in the vast ocean.

As for why they didn't use psionic energy, it's because they had tried to do so, but they couldn't pull it out no matter what they did.

I had no choice but to go closer and see what was going on.

“Magnus! Magnus! It’s confirmed now, he is also a psionicist, but this person is probably incredibly powerful, able to physically cross the vast ocean and reach Prospero.”

Pedro, Magnus's friend, was running up quickly, looking at the red giant with his arms crossed and his face cold as he stared at the sky with some awe.

They were friends, but as Magnus interacted more with the wise beings of the vast ocean, the local wizards felt more and more that Magnus was about to become one of those sages.

Prospero identity cannot serve as a label representing Magnus.

He belongs to the entire vast ocean.

“My friend Pedro, perhaps I need an umbrella,” Magnus replied with a touch of humor. “Some shards of glass came flying at him, and if he hadn’t been stuck high up, I think he would have fallen into my arms.”

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief; their awe of Magnus stemmed from both physical and psychological fear. Thankfully, the exceptionally gifted wizard still considered them friends.

He was acutely aware of Magnus's pride. The red giant's current humility and composure were simply because no one around him could surpass him, and the decisions he was making were still correct.

If one day he makes a wrong decision, and someone far inferior to Manuggas steps forward to correct him—

They might be able to see an angry Magnus.

He shook his head, focused on the present moment, and smiled:

"In the vast ocean, anything can happen; that is where our power originates. Wizards have attempted to cross it before, only to be lost in various places. But it's unlikely that two travelers would be lost here at the same time, and that you would be the only one to fall into this predicament—"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them suddenly looked up, and a bald head with his eyes closed fell from a magnificent passage completely different from the vast ocean, crashing down on Magnus.

Boom——!

"On my head—"

Pedro softly uttered the last two words. A moment before, the bald youth had slammed his head onto Magnus's head and then landed in his arms.

Fortunately, Magnus wasn't wearing armor today, otherwise the decorations on those armors would have been enough to pierce through the body of the person who fell.

"So what exactly happened? Now two people have fallen down, and they were both heading straight for me."

Magnus carefully examined the situation. He remained calm, his eyes radiating nobility and pride, confident that he could handle any situation.

“I think we should pull out the blue-haired one first, then we can talk about the bald one. Someone, move him inside! Magnus, let’s go in too, just in case someone else falls down.”

Pedro tried to lighten the mood, and many of Tizka's young apprentices rushed over, attempting to use their usual psychic powers to lift Aaron away from Magnus's embrace.

However, they discovered that their psychic energy could not be released at all.

Magnus burst into laughter, and carrying the bald youth who had fallen from the sky, he walked towards the interior of the observatory.

“Never mind, Pedro, I’ll do it. New apprentices have a hard time controlling their psionic powers, especially in front of me.”

Pedro looked on with envy and sighed:

“You are the most powerful wizard we have ever seen. Even when I cast some spells on you, I have to worry about the backlash I will suffer.”

The two walked side by side, but Pedro only barely reached Magnus's thighs.

He observed the person who had fallen. After another blue-haired youth was pulled out, someone immediately brought him clothes to cover his private parts and brought them to him as well.

The local wizards are willing to accept any psionicists who have fled from other places, and even dream of seeing the psionicists establish a kingdom in the vast and ever-changing ocean where they can live a normal life.

Inside the observatory is a passageway dedicated to Magnus, a special design made during the restoration of Tizca.

Ensure that the most powerful psychics among them receive the respect they deserve.

Countless wizards have experienced the old trope of helping the common people only to be ostracized as outsiders.

They were determined to build Prospero into a city of absolute justice, wisdom, and philosophy.

Heaven must have heard their cries and sent Manuges, the best choice for the philosopher-king, to their side.

The two arrived at the study room inside the observatory. Magnus sat down in his large chair and placed the young man on the table in front of him.

A little later, the blue-haired youth was also moved in, and the apprentice behind him whispered a reminder:

“He had lost vital signs, but strangely, the psychic energy within him was still circulating.”

The apprentices spoke with regret, for if they could have taken in another companion, their strength to build their home would have been increased.

"I'm here to confirm that you can return to your jobs."

Magnus carefully examined the two bodies placed on the table, which he sometimes did indeed use as a dining table.

That was during my most intense period of reading and stargazing as a child, an act of seizing every second to acquire knowledge.

Now he has mastered all the knowledge on this planet, and is more engrossed in communicating with the sentient beings in the vast ocean who speak beautifully and whose wisdom is no less than his own.

But searching through my memory, I have never seen anyone emerge directly from the vast ocean.

Especially this blue-haired youth, his entrance was truly astounding—

Well, or perhaps it simply made Magnus himself have a slight doubt about the true nature of those wise and powerful beings in the vast ocean.

When they were talking to me, they were sitting upright and meditating, just like me.

Or perhaps one should simply be like this, unkempt, perhaps even picking one's toes while conversing with oneself about the wisdom of the world.

Magnus hastily erased all these erroneous judgments; he even possessed the ability to directly clear his own thoughts, leaving no worthless knowledge behind.

This seems to have formed countless grids in his brain, and perhaps each grid, taken out individually, is a Magnus.

Well, let's just keep the memory of seeing the naked man from the vast ocean to ourselves.

Perhaps inheriting the traits of his never-seen father, who believed "I am never wrong" and "I will never suffer mentally," Magnus's gaze left the blue-haired corpse that showed obvious signs of psychic activity.

His left eye was fixed on the bald youth in front of him, and he felt a strange psychic reaction growing within him.

Then these psionic reactions were completely annihilated, as if they had never happened.

This means that the bald man in front of you is a super psionic master.

Just like those apprentices who, when facing themselves, were utterly powerless to unleash their spiritual energy.

Magnus smiled; finally, some interesting people had appeared.

It is highly likely that those wise and powerful beings will personally appear.

That blue-haired youth was very likely the most powerful wizard he had ever seen in the vast ocean, and his representative color was blue!

They arrived one after another, and each time they were aimed at themselves.

Magnus gradually uncovered the truth.

Those wise and powerful beings actually possessed the ability to cross vast oceans in their physical bodies, coming to find me.

Even if this approach may be fraught with risks, even the risk of physical death.

But they still rushed here just to see him.

What does it mean to say, "A bosom friend afar brings a distant land near"?

These powerful beings crossed the vast ocean to find their kindred spirit.

This is so touching! How come there are such kind people in the vast ocean!

Magnus immediately said:

“Pedro, please prepare the dinner. I want to personally welcome two friends. I have a feeling that they are the great beings I spoke with before.”

Pedro nodded in agreement, not quite understanding the way these powerful figures made their entrance.

The blue-haired guy is all dead, how can he possibly come back to life and eat?

Almost the instant Pedro left, Poseidon rose from the dead—no, it should be said, he was resurrected.

His face showed sorrow and shame, or perhaps his innermost feelings had been touched, and his pupils turned upwards.

One arm, like that of a girl suffering hardship, helplessly protected her body; the other hand covered her eyes; she sat on the cold table with her knees bent.

He burst into tears:

"Salix, I curse you! I will pierce you and make you suffer the shame I have inflicted upon you today!"

He wailed, and when he glanced at Aaron, who was still unconscious, he cried out even louder:

"My dear nephew, how did you end up coming along? Were you also caught up in that wretched Saliph's clutches—"

He cried for a long time before realizing that Aaron was still breathing and that a huge red-skinned giant was sitting in front of him, looking at him with a blank expression.

It's like an innocent elementary school student who downloaded a science encyclopedia, ready to study it carefully, only to find a naked man's sorrow and shame inside, with various traces indicating that the difficulties this naked man encountered far exceeded the understanding of an elementary school student.

What's even more terrifying is that the author of this book, the scientist whom I dreamed of meeting in person, actually appeared beside me in a strange form depicted in the illustrations.

He couldn't help but wonder if a powerful being with the ability to cross a vast ocean in their physical body would display such a shy and demure demeanor.

So were all those people who talked to him before just pretending to be serious?

There's even a possibility that they'll use these aliases to lure you in, deceive you, and then manipulate you into this mess!

Magnus's ideas truly lived up to their reputation as the chosen one by Tzeentch.

The sudden turn of events filled Tzeentch with joy.