Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Poseidon interrupted Aaron, "Hey, Aaron, come to me! Slaanesh is about to take another bite of his teeth!"

Chapter 130 Desperate Little Pony (3K)

Aaron rushed over and watched as the enormous warp whip, which had shocked the innocent minds of the young man, disappeared as he approached, just before it was about to plunge into Uncle Poseidon's mouth.

Uncle Poseidon had even opened his mouth, which was stuck awkwardly in the crack.

"Help me pull it off. Slaanesh left quite a few marks on me, and now I'm easily attracted to the warp. When I need to detach, I'll have to apply some force on the other side."

Aaron had no choice but to go close to his uncle, grab his arm, and pull him back.

The suction over there was quite strong; according to Poseidon's own understanding, this was probably Slaanesh blessing him.

Moreover, it exists in a subspace form, unrelated to Slaanesh's own consciousness.

Thus, even with Aaron by his side, he could only prevent Slaanesh from corrupting him.

However, the existence of the subspace itself did indeed mark Poseidon.

Once you're inside, it takes a lot of effort to get out.

"Uncle, the suction is too strong! I can't pull it out!"

Aaron tried his best to exert force with his body, even trying to grab his uncle's waist.

“I’ll do it. It took quite a few people to pull him out. By the way, why don’t you just use psionic energy?”

With a dark expression, Magnus had already walked up behind Poseidon, reached out and grabbed the other's waist, and pulled him out with a thud.

Poseidon, his face covered in cold sweat, collapsed to the ground, his clothes soaked through in a short time.

He looked up at Magnus and smiled with relief:

"You see? There wasn't a single good thing in there. You can't even imagine how much suffering I endured to escape."

"I suppose you just saw it; those so-called wise and powerful beings you speak of are nothing but a trick by another demon to deceive you."

After Poseidon finished speaking, he finally collapsed from exhaustion. His senses had been overwhelmed by too many stimuli that day.

Looking back, those humiliations were indeed somewhat satisfying.

It's like when you're scratching an itch, and suddenly someone scratches a spot you can't reach.

Although it hurt a bit, Poseidon couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the thought that he would no longer be able to stimulate these areas in a normal way in the future.

Perhaps they really will have a day to take revenge on Slaanesh. When that day comes, they will take the lead, have their fun, and then kill Slaanesh.

Otherwise, his Daoist heart would be uneasy!

Poseidon fell fast asleep, leaving Aaron and Magnus staring at each other.

Aaron, already accustomed to taking the initiative to connect with his younger brothers, said:

"Alright, when the father of this era arrives, you'll know what you need to do."

Manugs shook his head, still processing the many events that had happened to him that day:

“You haven’t completely earned my trust yet. I can sense the psychic power of this man named Poseidon. But I can’t sense you, Aaron.”

"As for your father, that was a long time ago. I've never seen him since I was born."

Aaron thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had a psionic shield around his neck, and that aura came from his father.

He craned his neck to get closer to Magnus:

“Try this. Use your psychic powers to touch this. This is the power that my father used to protect me. If you can sense these auras, you will be able to find my father in the warp. I remember that, according to Little Pei and Lorga, my father is searching for you all over the galaxy right now.”

Magnus caught the name mentioned in Aaron's words:

"Who is Xiao Pei, and who is Luo Jia?"

But he still reached out and touched Aaron's neck.

His hands were so huge that it felt like he could easily twist and break someone's neck.

Should we take the risk and give it a try?

Anyway, this was Aaron's own choice, and if he wanted to further confirm the answers he needed, then taking risks was obviously unavoidable.

Gradually, Magnus, who had been challenged from his former superior position, began to doubt and be anxious about his own thoughts, just like an ordinary mortal.

They even commit crimes.

Magnus swallowed hard; he had completely regressed from being seen as a philosopher-king to a pitiful wizard whose worldview had been severely shaken.

click -

His hand touched a non-existent psionic barrier, and red lightning flashed as Magnus unleashed his full power.

It unleashes the ultimate color known as "crimson red" without reservation!

(Magnus's name is derived from "red." This nickname appears in some Western cultural works.)

Only the most powerful psionicists can leave their mark on the vast ocean!

(Second son: "Hmm?")

The crimson terror obscured Aaron's vision; Magnus had almost never unleashed his power at such full force.

He once doubted whether his all-out attack would tear the entire City of Wisdom in two.

But now, looking at Aaron's unharmed state, he doubted whether he could tear a piece of paper with his psychic powers.

Because Aaron was simply enveloped by his own power, and the power could not penetrate it, leaving the opponent unharmed.

Oh, he has no hair.

Damn it! Magnus struggled to suppress his anger until he heard a voice come from within the red psionic storm:

"You can use a little more force, don't worry so much about hurting me."

Aaron didn't feel anything at all, and even felt that his brother's hand was a little too gentle, as if he was afraid of strangling him to death.

Unlike when Xiao Pei first met him, she didn't just come at him with an uppercut or a powerful head-crack.

Magnus felt that Aaron was provoking him, and what made him even more desperate was that his psionic powers did not even trigger any psionic response from Aaron, showing that Aaron had taken any countermeasures.

This means that the chasm between them has become an insurmountable barrier.

He was so desperate that he could only use his last remaining strength, his physical strength.

For the greatest wizard in the world to despair to the point of using his physical strength to resist, that in itself represents the wizard's surrender.

Magnus clenched his fist, finally touching Aaron's neck, then closed his eyes and began to exert force.

Bang!

A massive burst of golden lightning erupted from the room, repelling all the red psionic energy and transforming into the imposing figure of a man who roared:

"Petula—cough cough—"

"Magnus! You unfilial son, what are you doing!"

"How you use your power, and how you understand your mind!"

"You arrogantly respond to all calls, thinking you have seen all the knowledge in the world!"

"They are still trapped in the darkness they see with their eyes closed, yet they think they know everything!"

"You unfilial son, kneel down! Kneel before me, kneel before your brother!"

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and the weather in Prospero turned gloomy, with dark clouds gathering and pressing down.

The viewers felt terribly oppressed, wishing they could kneel down and beg for divine forgiveness.

Could it be that the gods are displeased with their upbringing of Magnus and are about to punish them?

Magnus was terrified and knelt down on one knee. He saw it—the golden essence of psionic energy.

He was an existence on par with the blue psionic energy that disguised itself as a powerful being; such an absolute powerhouse was his own father!

Aaron glared at the golden phantom in front of him, and taking advantage of the phantom's predicament, kicked his father hard in the backside:

"Alright, alright, I told Xiao Ma to do it. It's good that the younger brothers are wary of strangers who suddenly appear, so they won't be fooled."

"Did you prepare this same excuse for each of your younger brothers? I remember you called out Xiao Pei's name at the beginning."

The golden phantom maintained its majestic posture, pretending not to hear its foolish son's words, and judged the kneeling Magnus:

“Now, Magnus, you will witness the true dangers of the warp. If your arrogance cannot be contained, and you transform into the most terrible demon, then I will personally punish you!”

The thunder roared down, shaving off half of Magnus's hair, and the pieces were even randomly distributed.

Aaron reasonably suspected that the old man was venting his dissatisfaction. His hair hadn't been doing well lately, and seeing Magnus's smooth, thick hair made him feel uneasy.

"Why are you scaring my brother like that, you old man? When I get back, I'll definitely put something good in your food."

He waved his hand, dispelling all the golden phantoms in front of him, and stood on the table with a kind expression, looking at the pitiful-looking, red-haired, balding handsome man kneeling on the floor.

He said gently:

"Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. It's normal to be a little wary when you first meet someone who claims to be your older brother. Speaking of which, apart from Guilliman and Lane, I was completely blown away the first time I met my other brothers."

No matter how gentle Aaron's expression was, the scene was extremely terrifying in Magnus's eyes.

Just what kind of being is this guy?

His psychic powers couldn't harm him in the slightest, let alone his physical strength.

(Xiao Pei: As long as they don't choke me.)

The immense power emanating from the golden psionic energy around Aaron's neck was a power that completely surpassed his own.

Such a superior being was incomprehensible to him, and that was why he felt fear.

At this moment, Aaron was still looking at him with a kind expression, as if he did not sense any hostility at all.

In other words, his previous psychological fluctuations, from a transcendent existence to the twisted ugliness of a mortal, his self-perceived experience of the decline of humanity, and the states of mind described in countless classics were nothing but a joke.

Such a contrast probably only exists between owners and pets.

Magnus, like Poseidon just awakening, weakly knelt and hugged himself, his bald patches of long hair scattered everywhere, and he began to cry.

He is not a saint at all.

Poseidon had just dried his clothes nearby using the power of gold, while watching his good brother show off.