Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron watched his younger brother finish his meal before packing up and leaving.

He really thought he was going to see Ryan or Magnus, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his father standing in front of his window with wide eyes, staring intently at him.

This scene is rather terrifying.

"Ghost—uh-uh!"

Aaron was about to shout when his father covered his mouth and gestured for him to be quiet.

“There’s someone watching us from outside. There’s a strange guidance, watching you through that wall. No, I’ll have Marum tear that wall down during the day.”

"Also, I don't know if you've decided on a sequence, but go find Magnus right now! We need his help!"

Aaron looked at his father's serious eyes, nodded, and asked softly:

"Can Little Horse help us right now?"

Anda hummed in agreement and mumbled, "We need to hurry, we have to catch what's inside that wall."

Aaron quickly went from resurrected to lying flat, silently chanting Magnus in his mind, but his consciousness went to Ryan first, dropping the lunchbox and taking a moment to stroke Adam's hair before leaving.

Ryan was stunned and thanked his good brother for the gift.

Do people just drop the food off and leave now?

Thirty thousand years later, Prospero, having nearly wiped out all the spirit-devouring monsters on the planet, has refused any requests for communication with the warp.

It's like a young girl who realizes that the subspace is essentially a disposable app and no longer believes any of the kind and benevolent words within it.

Tomorrow, I will use Poseidon as an example to reveal the dangers of the vast ocean to my fellow countrymen!

If the consciousness within it only desires to corrupt your thoughts and wisdom, then it's fine.

But to insult your body and soul! That is intolerable!

Magnus only opened his eyes after Aaron landed in front of him, and quickly said:

"Don't ask Poseidon any questions. He's been a great help to us, and we'll take good care of him. Now, before I know the truth, do you have anything to say?"

Aaron was also completely bewildered, holding up his lunchbox:

"I don't know, I just came to deliver food. My father told me to come find you right away, but I don't know—"

"Ugh, my scalp is so itchy!"

Aaron endured the tearing sensation on his scalp, put the lunchbox on the ground, and then began to convulse.

Magnus, standing in front of him, couldn't help but support himself with one hand on the ground while covering his hard-won new hairstyle with the other.

“Magnus, lend me some of your hair. I need it to act as a psionic barrier to protect Aaron. If I use my hair, it will scare the fish away. Yours is just right.”

Anda's voice came, and under his great power, red hair was growing on Aaron's scalp.

Thanks to the fact that Aaron's scalp area is smaller than that of the original body, Magnus's hair loss is still acceptable.

Aaron pounded the ground: "Old man, what are you doing?!"

Adachi said matter-of-factly, "Fishing, huh? Hurry up, come back as soon as your hair grows back, this time it's a big one, hehe!"

Chapter 141 Good son, Dad will take you to the places adults go (3K)

Aaron didn't wake up until his hair grew long and was turned black by his father. He didn't even remember to explain to Little Horse.

It wasn't his fault; it was that old man in the family who was plotting against him!

His first reaction upon waking was to punch his father's sinister smiling face, but the punch was easily dodged.

Anda quickly replied, "Alright, I'll personally explain to Magnus afterward, but right now we need to find that strange source first."

“It was a guidance from the power of prayer. It’s not the first time it’s come to you. I stopped it yesterday, but today, it happened again.”

“I could sense the unrest and disorder in this; these people wanted to destroy the social and economic structure of the city.”

Aaron was still not used to having hair on his scalp, especially since it was red.

I've heard that on the islands further northwest of Europe, in the woodlands, live a people of the sun with white skin and red hair, like elves.

(Celtic mythology, incorporating the culture of the indigenous peoples of England and Ireland. Later, it merged with non-Christian indigenous cultures in Europe, serving as a source of inspiration for Tolkien and becoming the Western fantasy worldview we understand, featuring dwarves, elves, dragons, and so on.)

Indeed, the sun god was basically the deity recognized by human civilization in its earliest form.

If the development becomes more mature, a god-king position will be established to control the heavens, earth, sun, and moon.

The sun doesn't shine brightly every day; there are also cloudy and rainy days. If every natural phenomenon had a god, then there would need to be a god-king to represent it.

If you forget the name of God while praying, just pray to the largest one.

Of course, in a place like Egypt, where the weather is favorable and there are many sunny days throughout the year, the symbol of the sun naturally became the position of the god-king.

"Marum, do you know how to wash your hair?"

Watching Aaron fiddling with his hair, Anda remembered a serious problem: he had never worried about Aaron's hair washing problem since he was a child.

Now that I suddenly have hair, I don't know what to do.

They had no choice but to turn to Marum, who seemed to know everything.

The latter was also taken aback, as cleaning was not a top priority for Astartes.

However, if it's just washing your hair, the right temperature and detergent should be enough.

Aaron clumsily gathered the hair up, tied it with a rope, and said sullenly:

"I can do it myself. I'm almost an adult. I'm not a little kid who has to worry about choking to death while washing my hair."

To be honest, he was really worried that if he had hair when he was a child, he might have drowned when his father washed his hair and his whole face was submerged in the water.

Adachi pondered deeply and said:

"No, we still need to find a professional to do your hair and dress you up in a new outfit. The location we're going to gather intelligence at is a bit unusual, so we can't let anyone notice anything amiss."

Aaron's face lit up: "Us? This time it's not just you and Marum going to gather intelligence, but us all going together!"

Anda nodded and calmly said:

“That’s right, this time it has to be you, after all, Marum’s image is really not suitable.”

"You all wait at home, I'll go find someone."

Anda took a deep breath, preparing himself for sacrifice.

Before long, Anda led a large group of people into the manor, with two noble ladies on each side of his arms.

When the wealthy gentlemen of Athens were all studying how to participate in the ostracism, they wanted to appear as proper Athenians and avoid making a fool of themselves.

Their wives and daughters had no right to vote, so they had to live a monotonous life every day, asking around and looking for nice accessories or new clothes.

Until Anda appeared, this god-like man calmly walked into their gathering, and under the eager gazes of the ladies, he chose two to leave.

Even their male servants did not stop them; in fact, they resented why the man had not chosen them.

"Madams, please dress my son up."

Anda spoke quickly. The noblewoman, who had originally shown little interest in Aaron, became interested upon hearing that he was Anda's son, and that he had a head of smooth black hair.

Then, amidst laughter and conversation, and to Marum's horrified gaze, he pulled the bewildered Aaron out of the house and stripped him bare of all his equipment.

"No, Father, what are you doing? Father, save me!"

"Marum, help me!"

Aaron screamed and began to struggle, but the lady's maids held his hands and feet down as if he were about to suffer.

The lady selected various dressing and makeup tools and began to work with a smile.

Marum was about to stop it all when Anda reached out and stopped him:

"This was a necessary sacrifice to find intelligence. Besides, he's a grown man now, he should let go of these shameful feelings. Damn it, why did that bastard Poseidon have to take that bullet? Otherwise, Aaron, who had seen Slaanesh, would have matured in this regard long ago."

Anda's tone was indignant, even blaming Poseidon for hindering his son's growth.

That's Slaanesh! Who in the entire universe can be enlightened by Slaanesh!

Unfortunately, having lost this opportunity, Aaron can only blush now, being manipulated and turned into the image of a dark-haired beauty.

She covered her face coyly and stood there.

The ladies who had completed the renovations admired their work with satisfaction, then rushed to Anda to claim credit.

Anda tightened his belt, preparing to run away:

“Marum, I’ll lure these people away first. You stay home and keep an eye on Aaron, make sure he doesn’t do anything suicidal.”

Then, as if being chased by a horde of zombies, Anda led the ladies away from their homes.

Judging from the skill with which he moved, he must have done this more than once in the past.

Marum, on the other hand, recalled His Majesty's escape from Yunu.

So, His Majesty actually enjoys the thrill of being chased, and when he gets caught, he just...hehehe?

Ah, this guess is so confusing.

He had no choice but to concentrate on persuading Aaron in front of him:

“Aaron, since the master has said that this is a sacrifice that has to be made for the sake of intelligence, please don’t worry too much about changing into clothes of the opposite sex.”

But he's really not good at persuasion; Ultra Warriors speak bluntly and directly, always stating the facts.

Fortunately, Aaron wasn't too bothered by it; he was just a little shy about changing into clothes of the opposite sex. After changing, he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Aaron looked at his hair, which had been loosened again, and picked up some of it, fiddling with it.

“That’s true, but, Marum, I’m going to make that old man experience the same feeling.”

Marum said seriously, "Aaron, I think the master may have tried this before, and more than once. He's being chased by those ladies right now."

“Any attempt to evoke shame or guilt in the master is unlikely to be effective. Over their long lives, the moral compass of immortals is vastly different from that of humans.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron couldn't help but feel dejected.

Is there really no way to hurt my father even in the slightest?

The younger brothers couldn't beat their father physically, and the old man was even more invincible and shameless when it came to his mentality.

What methods are left?