Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

His memories are being processed rapidly, and he is able to recognize what happened in the outside world while he was "mentally challenged".

Anda, however, became interested: "Marum, take out all those humans up there. I want to do another aerial acrobatics! This time, if we adjust the landing angle properly, it'll be fine. Let's try again."

Aaron remained silent, only staring at his elderly father with a cold gaze.

Before long, Anda calmed down and approached them:

"This is also to find out what happened and why my voice was blocked just now."

As soon as Anda approached, the silly son chuckled, referring, of course, to Angron.

"Hey ha, ha ha ha—"

Anglong couldn't help but feel excited about the painted face, and he reached out to try and grab the patterns on his old father's face.

Anda instinctively leaned closer, chuckling strangely as he smeared the blood from his face onto Angron's face, then ran his finger along the stain.

Marum reminded him, "Sir, you just said that no one is allowed to touch your blood."

Anda teased Anglong for a while, then said with dissatisfaction, "He's my son, so we don't need to worry about him. It's bound to happen sooner or later anyway."

Well, these mass-produced Space Marines, or even those that His Majesty outsourced to Lady Astartes, are indeed no match for the meticulously crafted Primarchs.

Aaron thought to himself that Angron's face was now covered in blood, with bright red, claw-like marks extending forward from the scalp above his ears.

He didn't object to his father contacting Angron in this way, as long as it wasn't like the beginning, where he wanted to kill Angron.

“Marum, fly up and take a look. Try shouting at us and see if it makes any difference. I did see Father open his mouth, but I really didn’t hear what he said.”

Aaron remembered to take care of important business, which greatly pleased Apollo, who was feeling depressed on the sidelines.

I really wish this were my own son, so that at least when I'm cooped up somewhere, someone can take care of me.

Anda volunteered to take Angron from Aaron's hands and let him sit on his hundred-year-old lap.

Angron was quite surprised that his father had hair on his scalp.

Because when he was in that position before, all he saw was a sea of ​​bald heads.

A strange thought began to form in Angron's mind: what would happen if he shaved all of his father's hair?

His wicked little hand slowly reached out, then was drawn to Marum, who had suddenly transformed from a human into a Space Marine. He watched with bated breath as a tremendous force erupted from Marum's back, sending the heavily armored blue humanoid soaring into the sky.

After reaching the height at which the master had just flown, Marum began to call out:

"Master, Aaron, can you hear me?"

If there's no response, then there really is a problem.

If sound could not be transmitted physically, Marum activated wireless communication and suddenly realized that there were no receivers in this era.

What can we do then? We can only start praying.

"By the Emperor, there is indeed something strange about the sky above here."

This message was sent to Anda, the recent "Dark Lord," who got goosebumps all over.

He doesn't want this so-called ability to hear other people's thoughts.

"Cough cough, Marum, blow up this staircase, there must be something wrong down there. Why would they create a sound barrier? Is it to prevent screams from getting out?"

Anda responded to Marum's prayers, and the thought of trillions of people praying to him in the future drove him mad.

How could he have gotten into such a wretched state!

Without splitting oneself into countless parts, it is impossible to respond to the prayers of believers simultaneously.

Or simply read it but don't reply, or reply randomly after reading it.

Marum began to deploy the good guys Guilliman had prepared for him, aiming them at the stairs.

“Your Majesty, I think we should ask Aaron for his opinion.”

Adachi casually replied, "Just listen to me—"

Before he could finish speaking, the staircase collapsed.

Chapter 188 Tzeentch is so weak (32K)

When the stairs collapsed, Anda looked at the overwhelming dust and smoke, and instinctively took off the only thing he was carrying on his shoulder and used it to shield himself.

Only after the smoke cleared did he realize that he had used Angron to cover his face.

At this point, Angron's front was still relatively clean, but his back had become like a dirty little child.

"Ahem, I saw that Marum had prepared so many towels that he didn't need, so I thought I'd give him some opportunities to get used to things."

He hurriedly began to explain, while simultaneously observing Aaron's expression.

When did he, a dignified god-king, fall so low as to have to live by the whims of his own son?

But Aaron simply took Angron from his hands with a fierce expression, without immediately launching a father-son battle.

Marum then landed, smoothly transforming from his Space Marine form into his butler form, and took Angron from Aaron's hands to begin cleaning his body.

Ah, I suppose I'm the first Astartes to clean up the Primarch's mess.

Marum couldn't help but think that it was Aaron and Apollo who knew how to focus on important matters and came to the stairs leading to him.

If the staircase had collapsed before Marum opened fire, wouldn't that clearly indicate there's something wrong with the underground?

They arrived at the Temple of Athena, but after only walking around the outside once before entering the main gate, the problem was automatically exposed to them.

Aaron couldn't help but wonder if there really was some lucky goddess looking after him.

Aaron and Apollo arrived at the collapsed ruins and saw the underground structure of the Temple of Athena.

Many civilizations had the habit of building basements as warehouses and for insulation, and even commoners in some wealthy city-states had cellars for brewing wine.

Not to mention that temples have a certain need for material storage, so it's normal for them to have a mysterious underground space.

However, this basement should theoretically contain some treasures in the sense that people would consider them.

Instead of being transformed into a giant stage as it is now.

The entire building and equipment layout was designed according to the main stage of the Athenian arena used for holding the Olympic Games.

What are Athena's followers trying to do by turning an underground warehouse into a stage? Are they trying to debut as idols?

Apollo raised his hand, and a bright orb of light descended, illuminating the entire panorama in the darkness.

Inside, the stage setup features many simply made dolls representing different identities, placed in the positions where "they" should be.

Anda slowly approached, using his psionic energy to prevent the people on the ground from noticing anything amiss.

This makes exploration easier; otherwise, one would have to clean up people's memories afterward.

“Aaron, jump in and take a look. I’ll take care of Angron.”

Anda didn't consider his son's actual physical condition at all, and said these outrageous things.

Apollo couldn't help but shake his head, and created more orbs of light to shine inside, so that even standing at the edge of the collapsed ruins, one could see the entire panorama inside.

“It’s the stage setup of the largest arena in Athens, I remember,” Apollo recalled. “We participated in the first Olympic Games.”

Aaron asked curiously, "What did you compete in back then?"

Anda interrupted, "It's just normal running, throwing heavy objects, and so on. But Poseidon wasn't wearing clothes when he entered the stadium. I don't know why, but afterwards the Athenians thought that Olympic athletes didn't need to wear clothes."

"Alright, there's no need to dwell on the past. It seems these people with brilliant minds are already rehearsing how to carry out their plans at the start of the conference."

“Look, the King of Sparta is at the very front of the list, making him a very suitable target for assassination.”

Sparta was also one of the few city-states in the ancient Greek cultural sphere that had a king.

However, it still feels somewhat incongruous, as it features two kings.

Kill one, and the other becomes the wartime commander, wielding absolute power. Even if the surviving king wants to calm down, Spartan cultural traditions will compel him to wage war for revenge.

"Then comes the Macedonian prince, the temple priest—wait, what's that? Ilda's name will appear here! Hahahaha, Aaron—"

Anda burst into laughter, pointing to the sculpture at the front that looked like a woman, the symbol representing the Macedonian Temple of the Sun, and Anda's name, laughing uncontrollably.

“Your mother is doing much better than us; her status is almost equal to that of the lord of a city or even the king!”

"Mother! Mom!"

As if he had triggered some strange switch, Angron also looked at the sculpture and shouted loudly.

This made Anda very unhappy, as he, as the father, had clearly been exposed to it much earlier.

Now, just seeing a sculpture of Dilda, this little rascal starts calling for his mother.

"Alright, let's go down and take a look. I don't think Angron will have any problems in this dusty environment down here."

The old father plotted sinisterly, taking Angron to explore a dangerous environment, intending to make him look foolish as revenge.

This way, Marum or Aaron can spend more time taking care of Angron at night, and no one will care if he sneaks food!

(Tzeentch: I don't understand.)

Aaron was not comfortable leaving Angron alone up there, so he found a clean strip of cloth to cover Angron's nose and then carried him on his back to secure him.

Marum is definitely the first line of defense against danger below, and we can't let him hold us back in any way.

Apollo still harbored some prejudice against Anglon.

As for his elderly father, that's even less likely to be entrusted to him!

Anda deliberately sneezed a few times to indicate that he also wanted a strip of cloth to cover his nose, but his son didn't even look at him.

He couldn't help but complain, "In the future, there will be someone riding a horse, carrying a child in their arms, fighting their way in and out of enemy lines. You have to believe that these people who have cheated will not die before their destined end arrives."

"So if I kick Angron and Marum together, they won't be hurt."

Aaron said fiercely, "If you really do that, I can't guarantee what's in your food every day."

Anda waved his hand, chuckled awkwardly, and changed the subject, saying:

“I was just kidding. Come on, take a look at this underground stage. Aaron, haven’t you always dreamed of becoming a stage actor?”

“There’s a stage right now where no one will bother you. Why don’t you try performing there? I’ll go see what’s blocking the sound and why it collapsed before Marum could do anything about it.”

Anda had Aaron take Anglon to the center of the stage, and began to study the dolls used to mark the nobles of various city-states, finding Tzeentch's aesthetics ugly.

Tzeentch probably only taught his followers the technique of skinning, assuming that the ancient Greeks before Christ knew how to carve.