Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Despite the loud noise outside, I wasn't woken up.

By mid-morning, Aaron, who had been tossing and turning since dawn, finally saw Angron wake up. With curious eyes, Angron pulled off the strips of cloth binding his hands and feet and wobbled over.

The offspring of living creatures will always seek out the place where they trust and feel safest, and generally speaking, this role is played by the parents.

But when Aaron tried to bring the waking Angron to his father's bedside, Angron cried out in terror.

Then, waving its hands, it turned around, climbed onto Aaron's shoulders, and hid behind Aaron's head in a strange posture.

It was as if the man lying on the bed in such a carefree and undignified posture was an extremely terrifying monster.

Aaron had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​letting Angrondo meet his father and instead took him to the yard for a meal.

Since the old man won't get up, all the food meant for him is being given to the youngest child in the family.

After all, children need to eat more to grow.

Angron was indeed the Primarch, exhibiting an exaggerated appetite that was extremely disproportionate to his size, much like Llane, who could devour a whole piece of beef that was clearly larger than himself.

Oh no! My younger brothers were all big eaters when they were little. Could that be why the old man threw them out into the world?

That old guy, he doesn't even know how to aim accurately. Look at the world that Angron was thrown into, is that a place where people can live?

When the wrongly accused father finally woke up naturally and came outside to eat,

Marum had already served the extra food he had prepared in advance; as the butler, he was absolutely the most dutiful.

"Good morning, Aaron, Marum, and the fifth one, oh, and this wild child who came from who-knows-where."

"Aaron, did you bring this from the neighbor's house? You should return it right away. If you ask me, taking care of a child is the most troublesome thing."

Anda was probably still half asleep, his eyes were blurry, and he was spouting nonsense about accumulating Aaron's anger.

After taking a sip of porridge, his mind cleared up, and he suddenly widened his eyes, jumped up from the stool, pointed at Anglong with a look of horror, and couldn't speak for a long time. He then began to feel his body to see if there were any wounds that could allow a baby to crawl out.

His face showed terror, then he erupted in fury in an instant:

"Aaron! Who is this child?!"

"The last time I saw your mother was only one night, and it hasn't been long since then. You shouldn't have gotten pregnant and given birth so quickly!"

"Even after I was born!"

Anda began to question his life, and he finally felt the genetic connection between himself and the baby in front of him.

That is, this is his own son.

Aaron waited until his father calmed down before slowly taking Anglon into his arms, wiping the food crumbs from his mouth, and sighing:

“Father, this is Angron. Last night I dreamed that Xiao Pei and Luo Jia made a time machine with four rings, but it can only take one person with it.”

"As a result, the first time I crossed the quadruple ring, I was taken to Angron's side. The villains of that world were nailing something to his head, so Little Pei gave the opportunity to Angron, and I brought him back to the present."

Aaron reached out and lifted Angron, who was full and smiling.

“Look, Father, now there’s someone even younger than me in our family.”

For some reason, Marum added, "Sir, you can try to see what it's like to raise a child again."

"Shut up!"

Anda grabbed a piece of bread from the table and accurately tossed it into Marum's mouth. Then, he began to move further and further away from the table, hesitating as he spoke:

"This isn't real, this isn't real!"

"Angron, why Angron of all people! No, that's not important. The important thing is, how am I going to explain this to your mother!"

“This son wasn’t born from her body! If Erda finds out what’s inside Angron, she’ll tear me apart!”

Chapter 179 Anda: What to do if we need to raise another child? (3K)

The elderly father rushed into the house in a flustered manner, almost using all four limbs, as if his bodily functions were completely out of order.

Aaron said he could understand, after all, he was an old father, and what he was most worried about was his son suddenly bringing home a child.

And this child is his own son!

There are countless instances throughout history of eldest children taking advantage of a situation to strangle their youngest siblings!

"Marum, come in!"

Anda roared loudly, as if all the grievances of his life had been accumulating in this moment.

Marum hurried into the inner room and saw Anda scribbling on papyrus with a quill pen, as if searching for a solution to the problem.

He asked urgently, "Does your 'Otlama Parenting Encyclopedia' mention these things?"

"How come I can't find a single similar case!"

Marum quickly replied, "Your Majesty, the Encyclopedia of Parent-Child Relationships will not delve too much into ethical abnormalities, but will focus on cultivating normal family relationships."

"You won't find a similar case in that book."

But perhaps we could add the living example of Angron right in front of us, Marum thought to himself.

This was already a great disrespect, but unfortunately, he felt no pressure at all when he was thinking about these things.

Anda's fingers turned white, his lips were dry, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his fingers as he gripped the quill pen.

He hesitated, saying, "No, no, this shouldn't be the case. There must be another solution. For example, kill him!"

"Yes, that's right, kill Angron! I'll do the same thing when I deal with the second and eleventh brothers!"

"If there's something wrong with the son, just get rid of him!"

Marum quickly stopped him, stepping forward to support the trembling old man who seemed on the verge of collapsing onto the bed at any moment, and said considerately:

“Absolutely not, Your Majesty. If you do this, Aaron will break with you.”

It wasn't that Marum hadn't considered killing Angron; after all, losing one more rebellious Primarch would undoubtedly be a good thing for the future Empire.

After all, as the Primarch of Khorne, Angron has descended upon the real world the most times and caused the most destruction.

As a result, the Inquisition and the State Church have retained some fixed procedures for expelling demonic archetypes due to the numerous expulsions of Angron.

But most importantly, Aaron will definitely be furious about this!

Therefore, Erda will follow Aaron's attitude and refuse to cooperate with you.

In that case, no Primarchs will be born in the future, and their father, the great Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Robert Guilliman, will cease to exist!

Alas, at this moment, Marum's thoughts were consistent with Aaron's initial ideas.

To ensure the birth of future Primarchs, especially Ultramarines, it is essential to foster harmonious family relationships within His Majesty's household.

Therefore, we must raise this child, Angron.

Alas, the future of the entire empire depends entirely on Aaron's whims. How tragic.

It took Marum some time to calm His Majesty down, lest Andar, in his anger, draw his chainsaw and slash Angron.

After all, the master is not a kind person. For these absurd things that may happen in the future, it is better to kill people first to solve the problem.

Marum has a clear understanding of Anda's character.

If Jia Yaren is a child you don't need to worry about, then Anda is a super mischievous old man you need to be wary of at all times.

After being comforted, Anda was supported by Marum's arm, his body feeling as if it had lost its support, and he slowly walked out after a serious illness.

"Aaron, do the math. How much can he eat in one meal? We don't have that much money!"

Anda was still making a final effort, looking at her son:

"We'll send him back, back to the world where he should have been!"

Aaron shook his head and said:

"No, there's no going back. I've already had Xiao Pei use that Cyclone Torpedo to blow up Nukelia."

Anda was stunned and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“No, this child will be hard to explain to Erda. If your mother sees this, she might skin me alive. Aaron, send him to another family to be raised!”

“We can find a king in a wealthy region, let Angron spend his perfect childhood there, and then send him back, directly to my future self!”

Anda offered a new suggestion, but Aaron simply shook his head solemnly:

"No, only I can make this decision! Don't think about abandoning your son somewhere like in mythology."

“He’s so young, how much can he eat? At worst, I’ll go back to work to support my family.”

"As for my mother, I'll explain it to her; she'll listen to me."

Aaron held Angron in his arms, his expression unwavering and resolute.

“Marum, forget about this old man, come and help me sew Angron’s clothes.”

Marum indeed gave up on pulling the master up from the ground again, obeyed Aaron's orders, came to the table, tidied up the tableware, and laid out a layer of fur to paint on it.

Then he set about making clothes for Angron.

"I am still alive—I am still alive!"

Anda screamed in despair, but the only one in the house who could respond to his voice was the fifth son, who couldn't understand human speech and only knew that someone was calling him, so he would hum and whine a few words.

The fifth brother strolled over and licked Anda's face as a gesture of comfort.

Aaron understood that, at least when it came to household chores, his father's era was over!

However, the father's concerns were not unfounded; they did indeed need to think carefully about how to explain the existence of Angron to the mother.

Especially since the father just mentioned that this child was not born from the mother's body.

What is the underlying principle?

Angron was trying to escape the clutches of Marum's evil and didn't want to stuff his body into the so-called clothes, so he grabbed Aaron's collar and yelled.

Aaron was very serious. He picked up Angron and stuffed it into his clothes.

Finally, a rope was tied around his waist with a belt of suitable tightness before he was put down on the ground, freeing the disgruntled Angron.

Angron, who was placed on the ground, burst into tears, feeling despair at the extra clothes he had suddenly acquired.

It was as if some kind of constraint was hindering his physical movement.

Instinctively, it fled from the direction of Aaron and Marum, crashing headfirst into Anda's position, hitting Anda on the forehead.