Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This guy was able to resist Slaanesh, probably because of his own love and his authority as a sea god.

However, the difference in strength was also obvious, and Poseidon wanted to make the wizards of Prospero worship him as the god of the sea in order to make up for this difference in strength.

It's as if they were used as an aphrodisiac in the battle between Poseidon and Slaanesh.

The power that drugs bring is ultimately illusory.

Aaron shook his hair and hurriedly interrupted:

"Alright, you're talking about some technical stuff, so I won't comment. But, Magnus, my dear brother, hurry up and put your hair back. If this is Father's psychic magic, then you should be able to use it too."

Magnus remained composed, suppressing his inner joy, and whispered:

"Aaron, tell me, are you really willing to give my hair back?"

This must be a test of his psychic abilities. If he can't get his hair back, it means he's still far from his father's and brother's level of psychic power.

Aaron said seriously, "Of course, this isn't my hair after all, and your current strange hairstyle is really not very elegant. After I return this hair to you, you'll at least be able to go back to the way you were before when you could comb your hair neatly."

Xiao Ma immediately became serious: "I will break my father's witchcraft, just you wait and see!"

Chapter 147 The Emperor: Poseidon, what are you trying to do?! (3K)

Magnus immediately invited Aaron to lie down in the lounge, and he too began to sit cross-legged and enter a meditative state.

My concentration was even greater than when I was giving my speech and discussing the projection of faith and psychic energy with Poseidon.

He began to touch Aaron's hair, the hair that was originally his own.

First, she lifted the veil that caused her hair to change color. It was very simple; Adachi didn't use any complicated psionic abilities, she just changed the color.

Great, these hairs have regained their natural red color!

Magnus took a deep breath and began trying to peel the hair.

Poseidon cautioned, “No, you can’t peel it off; you have to transform it. You must prevent the process of hair growth from changing and transfer it to your own hair. If you peel it off directly without preparing the environment for the hair to grow, you will only end up with a wig.”

That's why the older generation is so experienced, especially Poseidon, who has tormented Anda countless times over the years.

He was already very familiar with his good younger brother's witchcraft habits.

Magnus nodded, as if to thank his kind uncle for the reminder.

I was a little scared. I almost ripped all the hair off without preparing my scalp to catch it.

If all I get in return is a wig, I might as well try to grow my hair back myself.

Magnus was unaware that he had begun to try to listen to others' opinions and to engage in equal dialogue and debate.

Instead of inflating one's ego to the point of believing one knows everything and that all choices are correct.

They even felt that they weren't cautious enough and should work harder to learn from Uncle Poseidon, thinking that being a little timid was better!

If you were a coward, you wouldn't have ended up being turned into a plaything by the warp!

Magnus truly lived up to his reputation as a psychic genius second only to the Emperor; he indeed found the magical node that reversed the hair growth pattern.

Just as a programmer's son had finally found the notes left by his father, a golden psionic phantom rose up:

“Well done, my son, you have indeed solved my riddle, step by step—”

"Uh, wait, the timeline is a bit messed up. This should be the part where I contacted you in the subspace before we met in the future."

"How can this be universally applicable?! Damn it, when I was being tortured last night, not a single person came to my aid. Now, the power I reserved for the future is being ruthlessly taken away by you!"

The golden humanoid was not as cohesive and intimidating as before, and even began to contradict itself, drawing Magnus's attention to the terrifying variable of "time".

Is the same power, which can be used by one person at different times, a sign of identity or contradiction?

Poseidon didn't care about any of that. He had arrived 30,000 years in the future, both in body and soul, and was feeling quite depressed. He quickly shouted:

"Hey, never mind what conflicts you have with your future self, my good little brother, hurry up and take me back!"

The golden humanoid shook its head: "I'm sorry, it's impossible. As you can see, only Aaron and I have the ability to travel through time. Unless you find me ten thousand years in the future and then merge with me, becoming one. Damn it, what am I even saying? Never mind, based on the way the Tyranid insects merged their biomass, I might have a chance to bring you back."

Poseidon was itching to get up, swing his hovering wheelchair, and smash it down on his good brother.

He can't utter a single word that a person could understand.

Magnus endured the power of the golden psionic energy and finally completed the hair replacement, making up for the loss he had suffered during his second hair transplant!

He was finally able to cover up the bald patches he had previously had by using his hair-combing skills!

"I did it! Father, brother!"

Magnus couldn't help but shout out, but after calling out the names of his family members, he realized he had lost his composure and quickly coughed twice to calm down.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the golden humanoid continue to complain:

"By the way, Magnus, I've contacted you many times. Why haven't you shown yourself in the warp since Poseidon arrived? I've been looking for you too. I'm glad you've recognized the risks of psionic energy and the warp."

"But what if I can't find you? My fleet needs to relocate Prospero, which is a big problem. Tonight, keep traveling in the warp and calling for me."

"With me here, those things in the cesspool won't affect you."

The old father earnestly sent a communication request to Magnus from the latrine, but the boy was too cowardly to even acknowledge it.

It's true that online chatting has risks, but developing internet phobia is a different story.

If things get out of control and I don't dare use any more psionic energy, how am I supposed to sit on the toilet for him?

"Alright, that's all I have to say. I should be more refined now, and remember not to cause trouble for me. Everyone is busy, and everyone has their own things to do."

“Poseidon, you’d better not try to project faith or psychic powers in this era, especially not to fool my son. I’m very wary of these things in this era. I might kill you and Magnus together.”

Poseidon struggled forward, trying to grasp the golden psionic energy connecting Aaron and the pony:

"You little brat, what are you saying! I'll kill you!"

The golden humanoid vanished before Poseidon could touch it.

I don't know if Anda heard those words.

Meanwhile, the Great Expedition and the search for the son's fleet were also underway.

The emperor sought out ancient texts, only to burn them to ashes.

Unlike Little Horse, who, after acquiring this knowledge, regardless of whether it was good or bad, would build a library to collect it.

Isn't this a waste of effort? Their brains are powerful enough to record all the knowledge!

Then find what's useful and discard the distractions.

The emperor calmed his mind, placing high hopes on his son.

However, at this moment, some strange memories are awakening within him.

It even involved concepts such as "gods and beliefs," which made him extremely cautious.

In addition, Magnus's whereabouts had been unknown for a considerable period of time in the warp, and it was unclear what changes had occurred to his son or what form he had taken.

This enraged the Emperor, who relentlessly explored memories from over 30,000 years ago, even enduring the moment when Erda insulted him.

Finally, a familiar name was found: Poseidon.

“If you create a new god, Poseidon, I will nail you to the cross to accompany Aaron.”

Bang!

A burst of pitch-black psionic energy abruptly ended everything.

My future self took action.

Damn it, believe it or not, he's starting to give up now, he's not going to save this damn galaxy!

The emperor could hardly suppress his urge to go mad, but eventually calmed down.

This burden has been placed on his shoulders, and no one can take his place.

He sat calmly in the Emperor's Dream seat, when suddenly he felt a bit of hemorrhoids. He was very uncomfortable sitting on either side, which broke the heavy burden of responsibility that he had just managed to build up.

Young men should take good care of themselves when they are young!

Dedu, 600 BC.

Anda, who could only drink vegetable soup today, looked at his son's bald head with great dissatisfaction:

"Weren't you planning to go to Ryan's place to bring back some food?"

He didn't care that Aaron had given his hair back to Magnus. Anyway, his bald son looked pleasing to the eye, and the fact that his hair had grown back inevitably gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

He cares more about food, especially what he eats today!

Because the gentlemen of Dedu are currently under investigation, Dedu has also entered a state of emergency.

I can't even buy groceries, let alone the eggs that were supposed to be distributed.

So after Aaron woke up, all he could do was make some dried vegetables and soup with Marum.

"Oh, don't even mention it. I woke up and went straight back to the present. I slept well last night, but I really can't fall asleep right now. I'll just have to make do for now."

Aaron didn't even look up, focusing on drinking his soup. This old man doesn't cook, but he's picky about it.

He asked casually:

"By the way, Father, what were the results of the investigation last night? I noticed that Mother seemed to be in a good mood when she left, and she also knew that we were looking for the demon."

Anda felt a dull ache in his kidneys upon hearing Erda's name, and scratched his hair.

"We already know the form of the pollution: an organ inflammation. You can think of it as a mouth ulcer growing on an organ inside your body. But you've hardly ever been sick since you were a child, you just sneeze occasionally."

Aaron suddenly realized: "So everyone got sick after the Demon of Dedu's contamination spread?"

"Then we need to quickly find nearby temples and doctors to come and deal with it."

Anda looked at his foolish son's words and sneered:

"That disease is not easy to cure. Even if it's contaminated by a demon and doesn't exert any influence, it won't lessen the severity of the situation. There are no drugs specifically for inflammation in this era. If the inflammation spreads throughout the organs, forcing people to dissect their own organs for inspection, we'll see piles of human body tissues outside every day."

Aaron looked anxious upon hearing this, as he hadn't expected the chaos pollution to have evolved to this extent.

This is only in the era when the influence of the warp, as mentioned by Guilliman and Marum, is not severe. So, tens of thousands of years from now, when the warp, as Uncle Poseidon said, can freely influence reality, how terrifying will the pollution of chaos be!

Anda finished the soup in one big gulp, letting out a satisfied burp:

"Hiccup—ah! Marum, today you go investigate the nearby water sources, and I'll check on the food distribution. Even if it's demonic contamination, it still needs a real-world channel to spread in reality."