Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

No, not Marum either.

Aaron, Aaron, where are you?

The Lord of Darkness searches for the whereabouts of his son in this ancient era.

Then, in the courtyard, they saw Aaron making props for the performance.

He needed to create the backdrops and props for the stage, whether it was the Temple of Athena or the underwater palace of Poseidon, both required some set design.

The props in a performance are not just what the audience holds in their hands or wears. Rather, everything that the audience can see is part of the drama.

Thanks to the personal charm of Adachi and Uncle Apollo, there is no need to worry about not being able to attract an audience.

However, Aaron still has a dream of performing on stage. Even if he is only working in the logistics department, he will strive to give the best stage performance so that the audience will not have any regrets.

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The Lord of Darkness simply watched Aaron's every move silently, without disturbing him.

Some have even forgotten the torment that the souls He holds in His hands are enduring.

Before Saviour and Redo were completely destroyed, the Dark Lord finally remembered what he had come here to do using the power of the gods.

It turns out that their past selves retained a clear obsession: Anda and Apollo were willing to perform on stage, but they had absolutely no motivation to rehearse the script.

Since their laziness had reached the point where even Slaanesh was tempted, they were simply not worth relying on.

Although Adachi firmly believes that he doesn't need to rehearse and that he can attract the audience with his face alone.

But they couldn't let Aaron down, because they understood that Aaron still hoped to see a play with decent stage effects.

The Ottara Encyclopedia of Parenting also states that fathers should not disappoint their sons.

Therefore, we have the current situation:

Anda asked the future Dark King to capture two Eldar clowns for rehearsals. He planned to absorb their rehearsal memories to ensure a successful performance.

As for Anda's unwavering belief that the future Dark Lord would agree to this request, he naturally paid a heavy price.

For example--

A gigantic arm emerged from the chaotic eyes of the Dark Lord, who seemed somewhat irrational. However, for a sphere, it was normal for an arm to grow from any part of the body.

The dark arm penetrated Anda's sleeping body and extracted the golden soul.

"Oh, you've arrived. Did you bring the things?"

Anda opened his eyes groggily, looking at his soul power, which resembled a small golden statue, surrounded by darkness, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Okay, let's leave it for now. When the show is over, you can find some time to switch shifts with us."

Although Anda agreed to the Dark Lord's conditions, when those conditions would be fulfilled remained to be discussed.

It's possible that they'll just drag it out and not implement it at all, since he'll likely do many more things like this that break his promises in the future anyway.

Besides, can lying to yourself really be considered lying?

The Lord of Darkness remained silent, only relentlessly binding Anda's soul while pouring his own darkness into Anda's body.

"Liar! Our contract must be executed immediately!"

The Lord of Darkness berates his past self.

Adachi was her past self; how could I not know what she was thinking?

At this moment, the golden figure began to struggle, spewing forth violent lightning from the darkness:

"Didn't we agree to postpone it? Who am I trying to fool but myself?"

The Black King merely let out a cruel, cold laugh, which even Marum, who was unable to observe the psychic level, could sense.

Did he just sense the familiar aura of His Majesty?

The Black King was too lazy to argue with himself anymore. Dark despair forged the steps to the golden throne, and he placed the little golden statue on it.

Now, in this empty psionic space, within the domain belonging solely to the Dark Lord, the golden humanoid figure is surrounded and bound by materialized chains of pain, suppressed on a golden throne that resembles an instrument of torture, and completely sealed away.

The dark king was able to return to his original form and open his eyes to the reality.

He hasn't tried to move his eyelids for ten thousand years.

After all, in the dark future, his eyelids had already lost their function.

"Damn it, may your son be born without an anus!"

Anda roared, for to him Aaron was already born, and whether the Primarchs had that thing or not was irrelevant.

He was then slapped back by the Black King and firmly seated on the golden throne.

The dark soul had already manipulated the body to sit up, tentatively learning to walk again and readjust to having a healthy body.

Black King staggered, but eventually regained his balance. He no longer needed to hold onto the wall and was able to control his body freely, eventually sitting down in front of the courtyard gate.

“Father, it’s still early, it’s not breakfast time, and there’s no midnight snack for you at home.”

Aaron looked up at his elderly father, who had suddenly appeared in the early hours of the morning, and was somewhat puzzled.

I thought he was hungry.

Black King didn't speak. This awkward demeanor actually suited Anda's personality. He just leaned against the threshold and looked around.

Aaron shook his head helplessly. This old man often couldn't communicate. It wasn't that he was completely clueless, but asking him to open his mouth and say something was like taking his life.

He can just do his own thing.

A light blue curtain is frosted to allow light to pass through, and then hung on nearby pillars to create the atmosphere of an underwater city.

The horns and the sound of shaking sheets in the surrounding area were used to simulate ocean waves and storms.

Aaron was still a little proud of his intelligence; he had actually managed to complete these sets on his own.

When I look for a new job in the future, I'll be able to do it with ease, and I won't have to worry about the family having no one to earn money.

Marum cautiously approached the Black King, hiding his body in the shadows behind the threshold, and knelt down on one knee.

He was now certain that the man before him was the future emperor.

"Son of Guilliman, Marum Kaido, pays homage to you."

The Black King turned his head and heard the sound with his real ears; it was truly wonderful.

"Marum, thank you."

The Black King spoke, his voice identical to Anda's, yet possessing a cold and dark quality.

He expressed his gratitude to Marum for the care the family had received during this time.

Marum was terrified, his head bowed, unable to answer.

“But this will not change my opinion of Guilliman. I have said before that he is not only a tool, but also my best son.”

"But he just didn't hear that, and got so angry that he turned around and left."

Perhaps because he hadn't used his natural vocal cords to speak for a long time, Black King also seemed to awaken his talkative nature, conveying his views on Guilliman to Marum.

Fortunately, Marum had accumulated enough experience in dealing with the master's evaluation of the father-son relationship, so even if it were His Majesty, he would remain unmoved.

"Tell me your plans for the day. I'll follow Aaron around and see what my long-deceased son's day is like. Don't worry about me."

The Black King conveyed his will, and he found it difficult to explain that he had just used divine authority to travel through time, yet now he had to care for his son's life like a father.

Is this a god or a human?

In short, at least the Golden Throne's operation has not yet reached the point of collapse, nor has he sensed the arrival of an opportunity for complete ascension.

Perhaps, why can't God have sons like humans?

The Black King decided to continue his shameless act. After all, the power of chaos was inherently disordered, so why should it have to follow those rules?

That day, until sunrise, the old father didn't utter a single word, nor did he shout out what he wanted to eat for breakfast.

This surprised even Aaron.

Aaron tidied up his things so they wouldn't take up too much space before starting to prepare breakfast.

Anglon is already able to walk independently and do many small tasks, such as carrying a small plate, putting unbaked bread in it, and stuffing it into the oven made by Marum.

The little guy didn't need to wear gloves at all; he just put it in directly without feeling the heat.

Alas, the Primarch.

Good morning, Dad! Good morning, brother! Good morning, Uncle!

After Angron finished doing all this, he greeted everyone one by one. Apart from Marum, who was still startled, the others were unchanged.

As for why he didn't greet Apollo, it's because the latter hadn't gotten up yet.

The Black King extended his hand, gesturing for Angron to come over.

The little boy skipped over, gesturing with his fists. He remembered his older brother often mentioning that he wanted to beat up their father.

He was clearly no match for his father, and all he saw was his father grabbing his hand and lifting him up, hanging in the air.

Then the Black King started spinning around, like some kind of amusement ride, pulling Angron's hand and spinning him around.

He actually wanted to throw Angron out and then have a bolt of dark lightning kill him.

But at this moment, even the Black King couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Hey ha ha ha—Dad, spin faster!"

The Angron in his hand conveyed a joyful emotion, just as the Angron could keenly sense the pain of others, so too could the Black King.

This was originally his ability.

So be it. He's already apologized to Luo Jia once, so he might be able to swallow his pride even if it's Angron.

Even if it's just a disguise for humanity, that's fine.

The Black King controlled Anda's face, revealing a slight smile, which startled Marum, who happened to turn around.

Even Angron can make His Majesty laugh, so why is it that every time Father Guilliman meets His Majesty, they always argue fiercely?

This left the Imperial Guard unable to do anything to the Primarchs, but they had a lot of complaints about these blue-canned creatures.

In fact, even the Black King himself doesn't understand. If the part of him that represents humanity is all a disguise, or even something shaped by divine power, then a god with such a will, even with a fake smile, can be considered real.