Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Moreover, it was the eldest son Aaron who insisted that they have them, and none of them could be missing.

Using this as a reason is perfect for fooling Erda.

Erda grabbed a teacup from the table and splashed it over there:

"Shut up! You have no right to speak in this house!"

Then he turned to look at Aaron:

"My son, please make me another cup of tea."

Anglong raised his hands and touched the teapot in front of him. Without even using the handles, he picked up the scalding hot pot with both hands and poured her a cup of tea, much to Erda's astonishment.

When Angron lowered his hand, his skin showed no wrinkles or discoloration caused by the high temperature.

"I'm talking about my son—"

Erda asked blankly, while Angron sat obediently in Aaron's lap and replied:

"Aaron is my brother, you are my mother, and I am your son."

Anda became sarcastic; "You should say that I am your father, and she is my wife, therefore she is your mother."

Using Aaron as the fixed anchor in this family makes the old father feel that his status in the family is constantly declining.

Erda couldn't resist the smile of a well-behaved three- or four-year-old child, and silently resumed her aloof demeanor:

“Marum, you explain yourself.”

She didn't believe Anda, and as for Aaron's words, Anda worried that her son had been deceived.

On the contrary, only Marum is trustworthy.

As for Apollo, he was never in Erda's considerations from the beginning.

Marum fell into a terrible silence, trying to pretend he was a robot that had crashed.

However, all eyes were on him, which he could no longer bear.

He began to have an adventurous impulse to make Guilliman the Primarch Child known to the Eldar after Angron.

This might help his Primarch's future power and status within the Empire.

He finally spoke:

"In the future, about 30,000 years from now, human civilization will face a terrible crisis. Our Majesty, the future Emperor of Humanity, will use his own and your genes to create twenty-one Primarchs, who will lead their respective legions on a great expedition."

Erda waved her hand dismissively:

"A grand expedition? If we wanted to, we could wipe out human civilization on the surface of the earth in three months. Would we need to have more than twenty children?"

Then she looked at Anda with a disdainful expression, wondering how her man could be so terrible.

Marum quickly explained:

"In the future, human civilization will cover the entire galaxy, that is, everything you can see in the night sky."

Erda's expression finally relaxed somewhat:

"That's not bad. It seems our existence hasn't had any negative impact on human civilization. They've managed to fly into the sky through their own efforts."

Angron detected the keyword: "fly!" He recalled the scene of his father "flying down" the stairs.

"Is this what you mean by our future children, the hope for saving humanity?"

Erda reached out and hugged Angron, pinching his cheek:

“But isn’t that a bit too early? I remember you told me, and Marum mentioned it today, that’s tens of thousands of years from now. Aaron should just live his life peacefully. Why should the children of the future have to bear this responsibility?”

Erda believed that Marum was not lying; that humanity was doomed in 30,000 years and that these immortals would rise up to turn the tide.

Although the method involved having twenty-one children.

Erda continued speaking slowly and deliberately:

"So, the threat is those filthy things in the warp? I've told you so many times, there's nothing good in there. Back in the Euphrates, you even wanted to build a stable device for entering the warp."

Apollo, who had been completely ignored on the sidelines, hurriedly chimed in, his obsequious manner frightening even Aaron:

“Exactly, exactly, we’ve reminded you so many times. Oh, right, Erda, there’s something else I need to tell you about Angron. It’s very important, and I can’t bear to have my conscience bother me!”

Erda held Angron tightly and looked over:

“You said you’d skin me alive later. You’ve been away from Macedonia for over a decade. Do you know who has been solving all the problems your temple has faced during these past ten years?”

Apollos shrank back and retorted in a low voice;

"The true sun god is Helios!"

Erda didn't show any anger yet, she just calmly said:

"Yes, but inside is your idol. Alright, let's talk about Anglon after we've resolved the Athens issue. I suspect Marum is squatting at the gates of Athens not just to keep watch for my arrival."

"So something must have happened in Athens. And it's all that filth again, disgusting."

Apollo dared not speak; he desperately wanted to make himself clear:

The very things you mentioned are right now in your arms calling you "Mommy"!

Chapter 203 But he called me "Mom" (3K)

Apollo wanted to continue subtly hinting that the thing in your arms was dangerous.

Please, Erda, besides using psionic energy to attack us, you can also take some time to check what's inside that thing!

Unfortunately, his little actions were misunderstood by Irda as Apollo's fear of her.

Sigh, I'll just be gentle when I hit him later.

Now that Marum and Aaron's words have confirmed that Angron is from the future and is the son of their own genetic creation,

Erda's expression softened as she looked at Angron.

"Alright, even though he's a product of genetics and not my own child, he's still my son."

Angron nestled in Erda's arms and gave her a quick kiss.

Anda couldn't help but envy Angron's ability to sense changes in other people's emotions at any time, wondering why he himself was so oblivious.

If I were to be a little sweeter with words in the future, I could even keep quite a few immortals working for me.

"From now on, you should listen to your brother at home. As for your father and uncles, you should have less contact with them."

Erda advised Anglon, thus fulfilling some of her responsibilities as a mother.

“Mom, my brother said that if we leave him, everyone in this family will starve to death. We can ignore them, but we still have to support them.”

Angron answered obediently, while Erda, still smiling, gently smoothed Angron's hair, her tone calm:

"Then let them starve to death, you two just need to live."

Anda was a little jealous. If the Emperor were here, he probably wouldn't feel anything, and might even lock Anda up on the spot.

But he was still Anda Weir, a person with real feelings.

"I'm the pillar of my family, and I'll be saving all of human civilization in the future. At least give me some face. I'll be in a lot of pain when I take on these responsibilities."

Erda sneered: "Hmph, that's what you said when I told you to find a job to support your family. You went out to carry things for others, but ended up sleeping in their carriage all day."

Well, it seems my father wasn't human even before I was born.

Marum breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the atmosphere in His Majesty's family was becoming more peaceful, and that Erda's attitude towards Angron was relatively gentle, then surely his own Primarch was not as good as Angron!

He couldn't help but make up his mind and said:

"Master, Mistress, there's one more thing I need to do—"

Erda interrupted, "Is it about Guilliman? I've noticed that you look a little off every time you mention that name."

“You also mentioned your father-son relationship with Guilliman. Therefore, I guess Guilliman is also one of the twenty-one Primarchs, my son.”

“You are a loyal servant, devoted to both this dead man and your father. I hope you will be the same to Aaron.”

"You call those twenty-one children the Primarchs, so I suppose your father-son relationship comes from them, that you share some common genes. With a good child like you, I think Guilliman must at least be of good character."

Marum couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; it seemed that Erda had no resistance to accepting these things.

He simply didn't have a deep understanding of psychic powers and didn't quite understand why Apollo could see the terror within Angron's body.

But Erda simply doesn't care?

Little did he know, Erda had no intention of looking at Anglon to see what was going on.

She wasn't the type to harm children, and even when Aaron was a child, she never used her psychic powers to observe him.

What if it affects his development? Like, this bald head—

No, she actually used her psychic powers to illuminate Aaron! What she just said was nothing but a mother's guilt, a form of self-deception.

But this matter can no longer be spoken of.

Two conflicting mindsets entangled within Erda, to the point that Erda would not actively use her psionic powers to contact Angron.

Dealing with those immortal beings of the same kind is about taking their lives.

"So, can we now talk about how you plan to solve the Athens problem?"

Erda tried to steer the conversation away from her family problems.

Anda, however, wasn't in such a hurry. Instead, he said in a boastful manner:

"You stinking old woman—"

Anglong interrupted mercilessly: "Dad! Be polite!"

Anda shrugged: "I know, cough cough. My dear wife, aren't you curious about who caused these miracles that transcend time?"

Erda looked puzzled: "Of course it's Aaron. What use can a piece of trash like you be?"

Anda said with dissatisfaction, "At least this son was raised by me. Even if he didn't do anything special, he still put in a lot of effort. Aaron was able to travel to the future in his dreams and see his brothers."

Aaron finally had a chance to join the conversation and hurriedly said, "They are all great heroes, and they are all very well-behaved."

Erda couldn't help but laugh. The wrinkles between her brows and eyes weren't as pronounced as Anda's; in fact, they were almost blurred by her laughter. She looked much younger, transforming from a dignified priest in her forties into someone around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

“Ah, my good son, I understand how you feel. Don’t worry, if every one of them were as well-behaved as Anglong and called me Mom, I think it would be great to have more sons.”