Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This falsehood is only false in relation to the existence of God himself.

But once these actions actually happen, they are already real.

Aaron set the table:

"Father, Anglong, stop playing. Anglong, go wake your uncle up. We still need to buy a lot of materials after breakfast."

As if playing a parent-child game, Black King reached out and pulled Angron into his arms, then kissed him on the cheek.

Something's a bit strange.

I came here for Aaron, but why is that dog son I hate the most being so affectionate towards me?

The Black King was puzzled, but he still went inside and kicked Apollo into the air:

"Get up and eat."

Apollo didn't sense anything unusual, after all, Adachi could be such a bastard.

It's like the sun rose in the west today. How come you two, father and son, are so affectionate? You even pretended to be so close that you hugged Anglong in your arms first thing this morning.

Apollo sullenly speculated that Neos probably realized that Jia Yaren valued his brothers far more than him, which was why he was reluctantly putting on an act of being close to Angron.

So, if I want to persuade Aaron, do I need to persuade Angron first?

Apollo hesitated. Unlike Neos, he couldn't hold such a terrifying thing in his arms without batting an eye.

Just watching from afar, Apollo was afraid that the thing inside Angron would suddenly emerge and tear him apart!

He ate his meal cautiously and even helped wash the dishes, just to avoid being with Angron.

Chapter 198 Angron and the Dark Lord (3K)

After breakfast and tidying up the house.

Aaron put Anglon in the stroller, told his elderly father, who had offered to push the stroller, to get out of the way, and then handed the handlebars to Marum.

He didn't realize that his father wouldn't cause any trouble today.

If it were tomorrow, Anda would take Anglong out and then lie back in.

Black King's biggest problem is that when he disguises himself as a human, he does look more human than Anda.

He had been calculating the family's money and currency for countless years, and now, as a human being, he had to start calculating the everyday details of family life anew.

After calculating for a period of time—

Black King decided to ignore it and called out, "Marum, let Aaron handle all the purchases today."

Marum whispered, "Your Majesty, Aaron used to be in charge of purchasing as well."

Black King frowned. He didn't know what human emotions he should show at this moment, so he could only awkwardly walk to the side.

Apollo came over, and the two good buddies put their arms around each other's shoulders. The moment Apollo put his arm around Apollo's arm, Apollo captured and pinned him to the ground.

"Nios, you bastard, let go! What's wrong with you today? Why are you being so stubborn?"

Apollo cursed angrily, even trying to raise his head to bite Neos's face.

Black King then realized what was happening, let go of his hand, and offered no explanation.

Startled, Apollo quickly hid behind Angron. At least Angron didn't look at what was inside him; he was still a very well-behaved child.

"I just wanted to ask about those two spirits you locked up in our house—no, I mean, in your basement—what's going on?"

Why are you making such a racket?

Apollo stretched his shoulders and pulled muscles, hoping his good nephew could give him a massage tonight.

The Black King said silently:

“I didn’t want to rehearse a play, so I recruited two students from the future and had them rehearse a play. Before the performance, we absorbed their experience, and the effect was the same.”

Aaron walked ahead, making it even harder to tell if his father was behaving strangely today.

My father is exactly the same as before. Not only does he do inhuman things, but he can also shamelessly say them in a normal tone.

Hearing this, Apollo breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and resumed his unruly demeanor.

"That's good. I'm glad you're thinking of me, Neos."

"However, they're too noisy. Aaron and Marum probably haven't heard it yet; after all, they're not good with psionic abilities. But I'm having trouble staying awake in my sleep."

"Especially that guy named Sibby, he actually tried to rewrite the script. Are all the people you captured this dedicated and ambitious? Marum is like that, and so are these pointy-eared ones."

"Sigh, I really don't know if you in the future really gave up everything and sold your charm to gain so many people who are loyal to you."

Aaron asked curiously, "Pointy ears? We captured pointy-eared people in our basement?"

The Black King corrected, "They are still largely human in appearance, and they are not my subordinates."

Apollo said sarcastically, "Look, you've even betrayed the alien race."

Black King wasn't limited to this kind of verbal nitpicking; he simply raised a hand:

"If you keep talking nonsense, it will appear on your face."

Apollo then stopped his fuss and focused on discussing art with Aaron.

Objectively speaking, he also has his own unique insights into the setting of stage scenery and props in theatrical performances, and can even put forward some outstanding ideas.

Aaron enjoyed talking to Apollo about these things, as it made him feel like he was learning new knowledge, and every new piece of knowledge and skill he gained was something to be happy about.

In any case, he himself would absolutely not suffer any consequences from this, whether it be from evil spirits or sluts.

Black King simply walked silently behind, alongside Marum:

"Give me Angron, I'll hold him."

He gave the order, and without waiting for Marum's reply, he picked up Angron himself.

Consider it as if you're holding Aaron as a child, and try to remember these feelings.

Angron felt as if he were enveloped in a dark void, and he was curious to understand the emotions within it.

He reached out, and the crimson tide was swept into it, appearing incredibly fragile in the face of the dark emptiness.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the void; it was so empty that there was nothing that could affect Angron.

In other words, Dad's heart is empty.

Anglong's eyes widened in fright, and he quickly grabbed his father's head to check if his father was still alive.

Only when a person dies—no, it should be said that their soul and body have both perished—can there be such tranquility.

dong dong!

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My heartbeat and breathing are normal, but why is there nothing inside?

What exactly is controlling this body?

Anglo couldn't help but show a hint of worry, emotions that were recognized by the black void.

Black King even began to wonder: Was Angron concerned about him?

When Angron saw his true nature, he felt no fear or disgust, only concern.

The black void gradually brightened, but it carried no heat; it simply transformed from a pitch-black void into a bright but still cold sphere.

And Angron's red threads seemed poised to be extinguished at any moment by the cold light of the star.

“Angron, I won’t argue about everything I’ve done for you. You don’t have to see me as your father; you just need to follow Aaron.”

The Black King thus demonstrated his will.

Little Anglon's red thread swayed; "Dad, what are you saying?"

He couldn't understand, but he felt that the sun in front of him seemed to be restraining its emotions.

Father, have emotions been born?

Angron's red threads surged toward the depths of the cold star, seeking the source of those emotions.

He was born for this purpose.

Because of this action, the Dark Lord showed a rare hint of unease and bewilderment.

Given the humanity He emulated, the fact that He could utter those words was already an insult to His own reputation.

This current action is even more difficult to predict how to handle.

So much so that Black King had to start consulting the "Otrama Parent-Child Relationship Encyclopedia" to see if there was any record of how to handle this situation.

But even for gods, last-minute cramming is obviously a difficult thing.

"Enough, Angron! Go back to your brother!"

The Dark Lord concealed his true nature once more, reached out and lifted Angron up, letting him sit on his shoulders.

Pretend to be a father figure and let him settle into realistic interactions; don't touch upon the essential aspects.

Just like my initial attitude towards the Primarch.

Being called "Dad" by others is a privilege, but it doesn't necessarily mean you have to fulfill your responsibilities as a father.

Right, Apollo?

“Marum, Apollo, you two go with Aaron to buy things, I’ll take Angron around.”

The Dark Lord became increasingly adept at simulating human nature, and even his steps became somewhat cheerful as he led Angron straight towards the crowd.

Strangely, Aaron didn't sense anything eerie this time, thinking that at least today, his father wouldn't do anything inhuman.

Apollo had carefully watched the father and son walk away before approaching Aaron and whispering:

“Aaron, I think your father might be trying to stage an accident, to get Angron lost in the crowds of Athens. He’s capable of doing something like that!”

Aaron nodded unconsciously and said, "That's true, but Father has been acting a bit strange today. Let's trust him this once."

Apollo looked at him with disappointment:

"How could you think like that! If the day truly comes when he becomes trustworthy, then I feel the end of the world isn't far off. Never mind, once you arrive in Athens in half a month, I'll confront her and explain the dire consequences!"

Apollo clearly could not persuade Aaron on the issue of family relationships.