Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"I heard that people found traces of blasphemy against Zeus in Pum, or even that Zeus himself came to patronize a prostitute and was caught in the act by Hera? Ah, hahaha, I'm not blasphemous, I'm just telling you a story that someone told me."

Mépion hurriedly performed the sacred cut, squeak, squeak, squeak—

The tavern door was pushed open, and a man with long black hair and a veiled face walked in and sat down on the other side of their table.

"Go on, I'd also like to hear what stories you can write."

Anda had to address the problem at its root; after his family fell asleep, he lay restless in bed.

We must strike hard and prevent these stories from being revealed to the world!

Chapter 155 The Emperor: Nail Peturabo to the cross! (34K)

"Ha, looks like you're going to have fans, Mae Bion."

Solon laughed heartily, raised his wine cup, and invited the stranger in front of him to drink with him.

He was a little scared, wondering if his outrageous words would be remembered.

However, both he and Mébion stated beforehand that this was not blasphemy, but merely an objective description of some real-world situations.

Anda sniffed the aroma of Athenian fruit wine, a flavor he had tasted many times before and was not surprised by.

“I am Zeus, and I need you to revise these stories, Mebion.”

Adachi got straight to the point, striking down a few bolts of lightning, leaving many charred marks on the table.

"First, I wasn't found in Pum; someone was just blaspheming my name there."

"Secondly, Hera did not come to catch them in the act of adultery; we simply punished the blasphemers together."

After saying this, Anda leaned back in his chair and coldly looked at the two people in front of him.

If they had hesitated even for a moment, Solon's name would no longer be recorded in history books.

As for Mébion, he was never famous.

The two nodded nervously, wondering if they were drunk and had seen a ghost for no reason.

But for someone who can unleash lightning at will, you'd better believe he's Zeus.

After all, he was so petty in the mythology. The fact that he only came to warn them personally instead of killing them to silence them is already a magnanimous act.

Mepion thought that Hera had probably whispered something in Zeus' ear, but he couldn't show it.

But his final curiosity as a playwright compelled him to ask:

"Zeus above, could you answer a question posed by your humble subjects?"

Anda said somewhat impatiently:

"Ask quickly, I can't guarantee an answer."

Mebion's face lit up with joy, and before Solon could cover his mouth, he cried out:

"Are the other gods no longer involved, so you are troubled to travel the world? I come from the port of the Aegean Sea and have personally listened to your teachings, far from the coast."

"If you could know the powers of all the gods, would that mean you would have eaten them all? Just like Cronus ate your brothers and sisters?"

The playwright's thought process was always a bit erratic, and the questions he pondered left Solon completely unable to respond.

Does this mean that if you create too many stories, you'll become a monster?

Anda laughed heartily and muttered:

“Just today, I did have the thought of eating my sons and taking their abilities. But it was just a thought, Mebion. Your idea is good, but don’t create any more stories about gods devouring their own sons.”

"It seems that the way gods defeat each other is by eating each other."

(Slaanesh: Yessyes!)

He really didn't want to see the painting "Saturn Eats His Child," as it was too shocking.

When the Fourth Ancient Deceived Horus, it revealed many future events and past events.

This painting was once defiled.

"Solon, I grant you another forty-two years of life. You shall dedicate your life to the cause of Athens, and never cease your efforts!"

Anda stood up, looked at Solon's dazed expression, and burst into laughter:

"Haha, just kidding. Actually, fate has already decided that you have forty-two years to live."

Mébion felt inexplicably jealous. As Anda moved, the veil covering his face fell off, revealing his face.

He couldn't help but ask anxiously:

"Great Zeus, how many more years can I live? And how many great works can I create!"

Anda's face darkened: "You have absolutely nothing. I'm not trying to discourage you, but you really don't have any works that have survived. Alright, mortal, consider changing careers. I think you might have a new experience riding a camel across Asia Minor to Persia."

The only ways to stop this playwright from having free rein, besides killing him or warning him, are to force him to change careers.

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back, covering his face.

Solon was almost seen in person by the two of them, which might lead to future generations misunderstanding his sexual orientation.

After dealing with the risk of defamation, the elderly father returned to Dedu's home under the cover of night.

It was also night in Terra when the Imperial Dream's shuttle ship arrived at Terra Port.

The emperor himself did not disclose his itinerary in much detail; he was just back to take care of a small matter.

A troop of imperial guards escorted them on motorized motorcycles, heading towards the summit of the Himalayas.

As for why they didn't directly board the flying machines, it was because the Emperor noticed that the air defense system built by the Imperial Fist had been activated, but the corresponding aircraft signals had not yet been recorded.

To avoid the ridiculous situation of an emperor returning to the capital only to have his plane shot down by his own firepower system.

The convoy stopped briefly at the gate of the lower city wall, as the Emperor wanted to take a moment to inspect the construction progress of the Terra city wall.

For the Imperial Fist, the fact that the top leadership comes to inspect without prior notice is basically not a problem.

Because their engineering quality is beyond question, the only minor flaw is that when the leader suddenly starts asking questions, the Imperial Fist is not very good at responding with high emotional intelligence.

It should be written into tomorrow's Terran official newspaper and passed down through the ages.

The emperor picked up some construction debris from the side and felt an urge to throw it out and smash a can.

Damn it, Adachi, what was my past self up to that's affecting me again?

He is not a god of the future, so it is difficult for him to influence Anda in return.

But Adachi can fixate on his ideas at any time to influence himself.

From this perspective, it seems that he is stuck in the middle and not well received.

If all else fails, I might as well die.

But this didn't affect anyone else. He was dead, but Adachi was still alive.

And in the future, I will have become a god and will not die.

Ugh—I'm so angry!

The emperor found it difficult to calm down regarding this matter. His old methods of avoiding internal conflict and shifting blame to others were no longer feasible.

After all, the other two aren't taking the blame!

The emperor tried his best to calm himself down and not expose his vulnerable side.

In the eyes of the Royal Guards, their master, who was extremely concerned about the city's defenses and worried about Terra's safety, was even able to hold a brick and ponder deeply.

What a dutiful emperor he is to the empire!

After the emperor's mental exhaustion subsided, he put the brick back in its place, with no intention of throwing it into the sky to bring anything down.

He turned to return to the palace, but suddenly his eyes caught sight of a gray-iron-colored figure among the yellow Astartes.

Wait, that's the Iron Warrior.

They have indeed been replenishing their ranks in Terra recently, since recruitment in Olympia has only just begun.

But why would the Iron Warriors appear in the Terra City defense zone, and inside the city walls at that!

In the gaps and holes of the unfinished city wall and deep within the scaffolding, there was still a lot of heat from industrial machinery.

Under the cover of night, it looked as if it had been bombarded by some heavy artillery.

Damn it, the Imperial Fist has colluded with the enemy!

A strange sense of déjà vu rushed into the Emperor's mind: the Iron Warrior, the gaping walls of Terra, and the Fist of the Empire. These three images combined were enough to raise his blood pressure in his future self!

The emperor's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the imperial guards around him; he remembered the name of each guard and asked:

"Quasimodo, wait, can you change your name, even just the order? This name gives me a strong sense of déjà vu, making me think of you as a hunchbacked, ugly monster."

The guard named Quasimodo remained silent, waiting for his master to ask a worthwhile question.

He had never seen his master talk so much.

"Ahem," the Emperor calmed down. Anda's influence was too great. He needed to adjust himself and regain his monarchic demeanor: "Quasimodo, why are the Iron Warriors inside the defenses of Terra, which are still under construction?"

"Although I allowed the Imperial Fist to garrison Terra, when will they have such autonomy to bring in other legions?"

“Dorn isn’t that kind of person, so I think perhaps the problem lies with you? Is Perturabo so eloquent that he could persuade you? I think probably not.”

His voice was cold, with a hint of accusation.

Quasimodo answered his master's question in a deep voice: "Alpharis and the Marshal have reached a secret agreement regarding the exercise of breaking through Terra's defenses."

"The Iron Warriors are included. The exercise has not yet begun, my lord, therefore I have not informed you yet."

The emperor's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He got into the vehicle and continued on his way.

He pondered to himself, if Perturabo was fooled by Alpharis, that would be better. At least it would prove that Perturabo had no ulterior motives; he was just not very bright.

Thinking of this, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief and then asked:

“Then, have Dorn come to me and tell me where Number Four is now. I’ve heard about his legions dragging their feet, he must still be on Terra.”

Quasimodo was oblivious to the difference between His Majesty's stated Primarch name and Primarch number; Primarch number four was indeed on Terra.

Moreover, sending Dorne over and going to Perturabo clearly shows trust in Dorne and a plan to launch a surprise attack on Perturabo.