Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron was somewhat disappointed, but he quickly looked at Marum and said urgently:

"Marum, you Ultra Warriors are good at everything, writing a script should be easy for you, right?"

Marum smiled confidently, grabbed Angron who had just finished eating, wiped his face, and said;

"Of course, with the right tools, I can create 30,000 words of artistic text in ten minutes and meet certain aesthetic requirements."

After wiping Angron's face, I put him on the ground and let him wander around and play by himself.

Marum was able to look confidently into His Majesty's eyes, anticipating that His Majesty would entrust him with the task of fighting against the great enemy of Chaos.

That's Tzeentch, one of the Four Chaos Gods!

If their own writings can become the backbone of destroying Tzeentch's plan, then who will dare to say that the Ultramarines are abnormally blue!

They are the least susceptible to corruption by chaos, which can be considered as vindicating the predecessor Titus!

Under Marum's expectant gaze, Anda shook his head in disappointment:

"He's no good. The scripts they write are all formulaic and easily incorporate futuristic elements, which may not accurately attract audiences of this era."

Anda felt that his future self must have been fed up with the so-called "Otrama" style of textual narrative, otherwise he wouldn't have felt a chill run down his spine the moment Marum opened his mouth.

Upon hearing the master's opinion, Marum dared not disobey, and his expression showed no disappointment, though his eyes were slightly downcast.

Aaron rubbed his bald head and leaned back in his chair:

"Oh no, this won't work, that won't work, am I supposed to write it myself? I've never studied screenwriting before!"

Aaron suddenly looked at his elderly father, his gaze intense:

"Father, you've lived for so many years, you must know how to write a screenplay, right?"

Adachi crossed her arms, her eyes brimming with smiles:

"Of course, but I won't write it. It doesn't matter if it's a minor demon, but if it's one of the most powerful demons fighting me, no matter what kind of fight it is, there's a certain risk involved."

"Aaron, go find Hayes and ask him to introduce a few playwrights. We can put together some scripts and give him some inspiration."

Apollo looked at Anda, knowing the little fellow was up to no good, and couldn't help but make a veiled criticism:

"According to you, Hayes is a follower of Poseidon, and they have always been at odds with the followers of Athena."

"so--"

His tone suddenly shifted to a chilling laugh:

"Making up some stories about the sea god would be nice, I like it a lot, hahaha! Let's make a love story, like the sea god falling in love with a servant in Athena's temple or something."

“Coincidentally, I’ve met a playwright. Let’s bring him back now.”

Apollo displayed traces of his psychic powers, having made contact with a playwright.

At this moment, Anda was also taken aback. He used his psionic energy to trace back to that playwright, whom he had also met!

"The playwright we know is the same one!"

The two men jumped to their feet, then tore at each other's collars and started punching and kicking, trying to stop the other from going out to find Mébion first.

After the two non-human creatures fought their way out, Aaron still had to clean up the mess.

"Sigh, we clearly agreed that the old man would wash the dishes today."

More than half an hour later, the delirious Mébion was snatched back by two blond perverts and thrown to the ground.

"Zeus, I must be blind! How can I see two gods before me at the same time!"

Mépion felt he must be cursed by the goddess of discord, which was why he was being bothered by weasels every day lately.

There are still two!

Adachi, having shed his psychic powers and returned to normal, lay on a recliner with his legs crossed:

“Mébion, I will restore your memories and allow you to create freely.”

Mebion then realized that the two people in front of him were Zeus and Apollo.

Could it be that after I prayed to Apollo for protection, Apollo then went to ask the King of the Gods for a pardon?

Before he could answer, he heard Apollo say:

"But the protagonist of the play is Poseidon."

This avoids the problem of whether or not it is permissible to write unofficial histories about Zeus.

Chapter 192 Father, Uncle, let's debut as idols! (3K)

Since this strange logical flaw was resolved, Aaron has almost watched as Mabion visibly transformed from the frustrated playwright into a proud, arrogant, and aloof figure.

This is changing way too fast. Can't artists have a little more composure?

"Zeus above, how should I compose a play about the sea god?"

Mebion asked the question, instinctively feeling that the anecdotes written about Zeus were not really applicable to Poseidon.

Apollo snapped his fingers and smiled:

"The theme is naturally love and hate. Love turning into hate is the most intense conflict in stories throughout history, just like Medea poisoning her own child."

Mebion nodded and said, "But the sea god is a deity—"

His gaze swept over Zeus almost imperceptibly:

"After marrying a mortal woman, one does not have to endure the hardships of life, so it is probably not enough to arouse jealousy."

He thought to himself, "You gods and mortal women don't live a proper life. You give birth to children and then run away. What do you mean by 'this is a gift for you'?"

Mébion added, "The resentment of a mere mortal cannot harm the sea god."

Adachi waved his hand:

"That's not a problem. Just write about a goddess. Athena would be perfect."

Upon hearing this, Mépion nearly choked on his breath, clutching his chest and struggling to catch his breath.

“Zeus above, Athena is your daughter, Poseidon is your brother, and—besides, Athena is a virgin goddess.”

Apollo also felt this was inappropriate and advised against it:

"While such a theatrical performance might generate buzz, it's unlikely to attract public curiosity; rather, it will likely provoke Athenian anger. Athens will not allow such a theatrical performance to take place."

He then whispered using his psychic powers:

"Are you crazy, Neos! Athena is just as crazy as Irda when she's insane. Have you forgotten how the three of them manipulated Paris and Troy back then!"

Adachi tidied his disheveled hair, changed his position, and continued to cross his legs, muttering curses:

"Then write some plays about Poseidon that the Athenians would love to watch. They should love seeing the sea god get his comeuppance. Give Poseidon an ugly lover so they have to be together."

A smile finally appeared on Apollo's face:

"Right, that is it."

Anyway, that old man doesn't usually associate with human beings, so making up a monster lover for him isn't slander, but rather a tribute to this senior!

"But the story needs a twist, and the conflict with Athena needs to be shown. Let this monster start as a beautiful girl, Athena's servant. After falling in love with the sea god, she betrays the original rules of the temple."

"Therefore, she turned into a monster. Athena, in order to take revenge on Poseidon, pretended to give the girl to him. When Poseidon celebrated the wedding on the night of the stormy moon, it was pitch black, and after the union, he saw that she was a monster, hahahaha!"

Apollo's thinking is more divergent, showing Athena's pettiness and cruelty without being too offensive to the residents of Athens, and even making them feel secretly pleased.

Poseidon has suffered another defeat!

Anda made the decision: "Then the general process is settled. Mébion, begin your work!"

Mépion was very pleased with the outline provided by Apollo; the story was already quite complete.

However, he still had some requests:

“By Zeus, I need some precise description to depict that monster.”

Anda grumbled, "I brought you here to expand on this outline. If we knew what monsters looked like, we would have written it ourselves long ago. You're the professional, so just write something that looks eerie at first glance."

Apollo thought a little more: "We should retain some of the beautiful features of human women, but in general, we should highlight the monster aspect, so that horror and beauty coexist in one body, which will make the impact greater."

Mépion felt a buzzing in his head and started to draw on the ground with a stick.

It creates a shape that combines the torso of a human with the lower half of a snake.

Typhon, the progenitor of all monsters, is said to be a dragon with the body of a serpent (the distinction between dragons and serpents in ancient Western mythology was rather blurred). Therefore, Mépion immediately thought of the element of the serpent.

Apollo looked at it, pondered it carefully, and shook his head, saying, "Not scary enough. Cover up the lower half, and it's still a human being."

Mépion had no choice but to start thinking about solutions for his upper body, when suddenly an idea struck him:

"If only a woman's hair turned into cold, icy snakes during a passionate embrace!"

He began to fill in the drawing, transforming that head of beautiful hair into countless cold snakes, their scarlet tongues out.

Apollo pointed to his lips: "Add a snake fang here, some scales on the sides of the cheeks, or some growths like a snake's crest, and it will be perfect."

Mébion did as he was told, while simultaneously refining the story in his mind.

He still stubbornly said:

“Zeus above, I believe that people would rather watch your story than the story of the sea god.”

Anda clenched his fist and unleashed a bolt of lightning in front of Mebion, turning the land scorched black.

"If you utter another word, the next bolt of lightning will strike you!"

Mébion dared not speak again. Sometimes courage only needs to be mustered once, and he wasn't a fool who couldn't see the bigger picture.

Mépion began to devote himself to creation, perfecting all sorts of bizarre requirements from the two great clients.

The two brilliant minds simply didn't consider who would act in such a script!

That evening, after the first draft of the script was finalized, the two gods glanced at it and tossed it aside, declaring it was acceptable. They were too lazy to review it; the general story was fine.

Anda looked at Mébion, who seemed to have something to say, and said without any politeness:

"What are you still doing here? There aren't any extra bowls for you to stay and eat in."

He thought the playwright wanted to freeload a dinner from their family.

Mépéon was somewhat amused and exasperated, and quickly explained: