Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

But it's also a bit of a pain.

Oh no, his own plans have changed. Magnus began to wonder if all consciousness in the warp was so kind and wise.

But so what?

The reason He cast Poseidon over was simple: Magnus was his beloved, but people recognized him as red.

He needs to add more blue.

But now it seems like some pornography has been added.

Uh, whatever. More changes, please! More changes!

As Magnus's eyes grew increasingly desperate, the two stared at each other until the bald man in the middle woke up.

Chapter 129 Little Horse: Why don't you guys play some more erotic games? (3K)

"This is where?"

"That's wonderful, Uncle Poseidon, you're still alive!"

The first thing Aaron saw when he woke up was Uncle Poseidon huddled on the table.

Strange, the table is so big.

He turned around with some delight and, sure enough, saw a tall, red-skinned man of "younger brother" build, also looking at them blankly.

Judging from that clear yet foolish look in his eyes, the other person's intelligence is probably questionable. Sigh, I hope he's not a simpleton; otherwise, I'll have to worry about him even more.

Aaron stood up and stood on the table, facing the red-skinned giant's face directly:

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Aaron Well, your brother, from 30,000 years ago. Our father was a god-king, and in mythology, His offspring often wandered around the world until they grew up and established their achievements."

"If you're close to unifying your planet, our father will be coming to get you soon. But don't worry too much about any emotional upheavals; that old man won't bother talking to you unless you do. After your first meeting, carefully observe his weaknesses to unite the other brothers."

"Find an opportunity to give him a good beating!"

Aaron quickly explained these words, hoping that Magnus wouldn't misunderstand.

The identity was explained, and the events that were about to happen were described.

But this time we have to be careful; we can't let the younger brothers beat up their father as soon as they see him.

It's obvious they can't win. Xiao Pei was beaten so badly last time, I don't know how upset she must be.

Brothers, we must unite!

Magnus listened to Aaron talk at length in front of him, and part of his thought process had already successfully reached a conclusion.

If this story is true, he understands everything Aaron described.

The problem is, he doesn't care where he came from; he only cares whether everything he learned in the vast ocean was a heartfelt exchange of knowledge from those wise and powerful beings!

"Wait a minute, we can talk about whether we're brothers later. Now that you've crossed the vast ocean to get here, I need to confirm what you saw in there!"

Magnus tried to calm himself down and asked about the things that mattered most to him.

“The vast ocean? Father called it subspace.” Aaron sat cross-legged on the table. “What’s in there? I don’t know either. All I can see is a cloud of mist flashing purple-white lightning.”

He scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly, with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I was born unable to see what's inside. The warp has only two uses: to travel long distances beyond the speed of light, as you say. The second use is to seal demons."

"I cannot see demons unless they enter reality and attach themselves to something."

Magnus parted his lips slightly and murmured to himself:

"Warspace, ultra-long-distance travel. I understand this. Those wise beings mentioned that warspace is a place where countless wisdoms converge. If we want to truly meet, we must enter it."

"But—what do you mean, a demon!"

Magnus's tone gradually became flustered, and the composure he was trying to maintain on his face was about to crumble.

In Prospero, the word "demon" refers to a hideous monster called a spirit-devouring monster.

That was a painful mark shared by all psionicists. Before Magnus's arrival, local wizards mostly faced a life-or-death situation when using psionic powers.

Those spirit-devouring monsters transformed into nightmares, leading these psionicists, who had been ostracized from other worlds, to believe that this was their hell.

The psionicists are destined to perish in Prospero.

The supreme mysteries and transcendent spiritual beings that the wise beings he encountered in the subspace displayed were all ultimate beings no less than the ancient sages.

How can they be called demons!

Aaron noticed the source of his red-skinned brother's confusion; he was always very clever in these matters, and immediately said:

"If you don't believe me, just look at our Uncle Poseidon. He was corrupted by a powerful demon and ended up like this. I can even describe what I observed—"

Poseidon hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Stop! Don't talk about that kind of thing. There's no doubt that the warp is full of bastards. Something's very wrong with this era. I used to be able to sense a wall, but now it's just a broken window."

Poseidon quickly realized that the current situation was due to Aaron's ability to reach the position of his future nephew.

This red-skinned nephew is clearly naive and foolish, and his fondness for those strangely existing demons is likely due to being deceived.

"If you're going to demonstrate danger, watch closely."

Poseidon stood up, his blue hair flying wildly, transforming into a blue ocean.

"Wait, it seems you're completely ignoring my opinion and just trying to force-feed me something."

Magnus's hair also flew wildly, turning reddish-purple, and his psionic energy almost instinctively slammed into Poseidon.

But they all vanished before their psychic powers reached Aaron at the center.

Aaron thought to himself, "My uncle and brother are so kind; neither of them had the heart to hurt me."

In fact, the best way to deal with oneself is still physical attack, just like when the plague zombies of the first Roman legion chased him all over the place, or when the priest Erst choked him.

Magnus appeared calm, but inwardly he was utterly horrified.

This flashy blue-haired guy's psionic power was only two levels weaker than mine, but it was already enough to surpass all of Prospero's wizards.

The bald young man who claimed to be the older brother effortlessly neutralized the clash of their psychic energies.

This means that he will probably be completely suppressed by Aaron, and his proud psionic abilities will be completely useless.

(Xiao Pei sincerely reminds you: "Brother, in the early stages of contact where there's no trust, you can just go up and punch him, or just crush your brother to death.")

For a moment, Magnus felt a sense of fear, something he had never feared before.

Because he was confident that he was born excellent and wanted to lead his kind.

They wouldn't flaunt their pride, because to do so with a group of people inferior to themselves would be even more foolish.

He is better than anything else, so naturally he won't make mistakes.

Now look what's happened, his older brother has inexplicably banned his psychic powers.

Almost instantly, Magnus was searching for a way to release the psychological pressure he was under.

That is, Aaron is his older brother. If that's the case, it's normal that the older brother is stronger than the younger brother and was born 30,000 years earlier.

It's not that he's not good enough, it's just that their development times are different.

Within a few years, he was revered as the greatest wizard in the world by all the wizards of Prospero, leading them to launch a counterattack.

So it will take him 30,000 years to catch up with Aaron. Even a pig could cultivate to that level!

After several rounds of discussion, Magnus actually accepted the conclusion that Aaron was his brother.

After all, given the latter's "formidable strength," Aaron's release of his psionic energy would likely have reduced him to ashes in an instant.

Poseidon didn't care what his red-skinned nephew was thinking; instead, he was eager to show this foolish nephew the dangers of the Warp.

There's no wisdom or great power in there, it's all shit!

He tore open a rift in the subspace, something that would have been almost impossible 30,000 years ago.

Aaron and Magnus both looked over, especially Aaron, who curiously leaned in to look.

He had only ever observed the subspace through portholes on Guilliman's ships, and had never actually seen this casually torn rift before.

Poseidon took a deep breath, clutched his clothes, and glanced inside. All was calm.

Something's not right. I took another look, and holy crap, it's so calm, even calmer than it was 30,000 years ago!

He instantly realized something was wrong and connected it to Erda's strange power.

It is Aaron, the power of Aaron.

"Ahem, Aaron, stay away, don't come over and look."

"Your power has too much influence."

Poseidon had no choice but to have his eldest nephew step back. Once Aaron was far away, the seemingly calm Warp remained calm.

That's not right. Aaron has clearly left, and I've felt his power waning.

Magnus approached, arms crossed in a gesture of wariness, but upon seeing the same tranquil scene, he breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed:

"It is exactly the same as what I have observed before. The vast ocean is our source of power, quiet and enduring, and can connect us with countless wise and transcendent beings."

Poseidon went berserk, wishing he could press down on his red-skinned nephew's head, and even risked sticking most of his body inside, hoping not to get stuck.

"Salix! Come out here, I'm going to take you!"

He roared, and the next moment, a booming purple divine light pierced through, but the blue power blocked it from beneath the calm curtain of the subspace.

It was Tzeentch's power that temporarily created a false sense of peace for the subspace corresponding to Prospero.

In the midst of chaos, the distorted, chaotic nature of things was revealed. Countless insane, dreamlike statements were utterly illogical and disordered, almost completely muddling the logic of the "wise and powerful" teachings that Magnus had previously received. They were then urinated on and presented to Magnus, to be forced down his throat.

"No, no, no!"

Magnus fell to his knees and let out a desperate roar.

He witnessed those detestable creations, those sages who should have been kind old men with white beards, but were all ugly, insane monsters with mad words.

He would rather the great wisdom and power in the vast ocean indulge in some fun now and then, even if it's a little humiliating, at least their spirit and thoughts are still noble.

But it absolutely cannot be this kind of madman!

Aaron climbed over the table and reached out to pat his younger brother's shoulder:

"Oh dear, once we find a way to build a protected road in the warp, we can ignore the negative effects and only enjoy the benefits of the warp."

"you can--"