Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Clearly, the mother didn't have such a good temper.

Up to now, Aaron simply believes that his mother's shortcomings are that she has a bad temper and likes to hit people.

But at least he's not a bad person, and he didn't do anything particularly inhumane.

Erda took one last look at the fifth brother, who had been practically invisible all day and was also Erda's only asset when they got married.

After it was given to him, he kept it at the temple, so much so that Aaron always thought the donkey was part of his dowry.

Can we share this in half?

This old donkey is at least seven hundred years old. When I first saw it, it was in this same aged state, and it hasn't changed at all except for being kept clean and tidy.

“You call it Fifth Brother, hahaha, this donkey looks much cleaner than your father. Tell your father to shave more often, I still prefer his young and handsome appearance.”

Erda bid her final farewell to her sons; her servants were already waiting in the distance, so there was no need to worry about her safety.

In Athens, who could kill Hera?

Aaron spent the rest of the afternoon planning his work.

First, I took a nap, then I set up the stage, worked until evening, and then rehearsed the play with Sibby and Redo.

According to Apollo, the two of them hid in the basement and refused to come out and see anyone.

These two pointy-eared creatures are now considered ghosts; they don't come out during the day.

In any case, Marum wasn't there to help with today's work; only Uncle Apollo was lending a hand.

Marum will continue to stake out the city to ensure that the distinguished guests of those city-states will not be slaughtered by the wisdom within their skulls.

More importantly, he seemed very happy today, perhaps because his mother approved of both Angron and Guilliman?

Perhaps it was Marum's consistent dedication that made his mother believe that Guilliman must also be an equally outstanding person.

This is true.

Ah, this family is thriving!

Aaron settled Angron down and coaxed him to sleep. Then he went to his own room, lay on the bed, and read the script before going to sleep.

Aaron couldn't help but think that the script was probably fabricated to prove Uncle Poseidon's crimes.

As for whether or not to coax the elderly father to sleep when he takes a nap.

There's no need for that. The old man never picks where he sleeps. After using his psionic energy to clean the dishes, chopsticks, table, and chairs used at noon, he pounced on the bed and couldn't be woken up no matter what.

As Aaron looked at the description of Poseidon in the script, he gradually became sleepy and fell asleep.

He didn't notice that after he fell asleep, Anglong opened his eyes, releasing a ruthless aura, nimbly jumped off the bed, went to the kitchen, and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"Mom likes Dad when he doesn't have a beard."

Anglong repeated the words, holding the knife, and climbed back into bed.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast eerie shadows on the wall.

The child raised the knife in his hand, holding his father's head in one hand, and slowly brought the blade closer.

No, not just the beard.

If the older brother is bald, then the father must be too—

Angron's grip tightened, his inner essence supporting this act of obliterating his father's authority.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in front of the familiar bed, but a huge round table made of marble.

Its size is comparable to the area of ​​their family's residence in Athens.

Such a big table shouldn't be used for eating; not only are arms not that long, but...

Even if there's a turntable on top, by the time your plate gets around, the daylily buds will be cold.

So, is it used for meetings or for some kind of celebration?

Aaron guessed this, but the atmosphere was strange as he found himself sitting on a large table.

He got up and walked in one direction. When he reached the edge of the table, he found a strange object next to each seat, which looked like some kind of upside-down radish with its leaves removed.

It corresponds exactly to the position of each person's mouth after they sit down.

The main seat was the largest, clearly prepared for Magnus.

Next to it was an exquisite chair inlaid with blue and gold patterns, which naturally belonged to Uncle Poseidon.

It seems he has gained Prospero's trust and is now able to enter his home, rather than being confined to the local prison.

It's such a big place, and I haven't seen a single person today. That's really strange.

Logically speaking, I should always be very close to my younger brother when I wake up in my dreams.

Aaron searched everywhere, wandering throughout the entire city called Tizka (City of Wisdom), but still couldn't find a single person.

Could it be that everyone is dead?

Aaron couldn't help but have a terrible thought, but he couldn't find any trace of Slaanesh around him.

The only demon capable of wiping out the entire Prospero is one of the four villains mentioned by the fathers.

The most likely breakthrough point is Uncle Poseidon.

If the fight broke out for this reason, the surrounding environment would definitely not be so clean.

Bored, Aaron wandered around for a while before finally returning to the huge round table. He lay down in Magnus's chair, waiting for things to take a turn for the better.

Fortunately, nothing like the "death of the red-haired man" happened.

Just as Aaron was about to fall asleep, a huge ship descended from the sky.

Oh, it seems that Magnus's father has come to pick him up in this era?

Aaron shuddered. He was going to see his father from this era! He felt a little awkward for a moment, unsure how to face his father who was now facing his own death.

According to Xiao Pei, during this period, her father could easily pin the original gene to the ground and beat it, which meant that he was at least not starving and his physical body was normal.

There is also a grand goal to save all of humanity in the galaxy: to prevent spiritual decay.

Thinking about it this way, apart from the fact that I died and didn't get to see my father start anew, everything else was pretty good.

Aaron couldn't help but start tidying his clothes, preparing to welcome his father of this era.

However, instead of opening any stairs or passages from the ship, a stable psionic storm flashed directly in front of him.

After the storm subsided, Magnus and Poseidon were in the middle of it.

This is a high-level technique for using psionic energy: teleportation!

He had heard it from Loka when he was teaching Guilliman.

For a while, he often dreamed of being near Lorca. Aaron thought it was because Lorca was with Guilliman at the time, and the two younger brothers were more attractive to him.

You see, he happened to run into Little Pei and Dorn when they were together.

"Don't claim to be my teacher, Poseidon. You have no idea how disgusting that old man's laughter was when he heard the news."

Magnus said with a look of disgust, walked forward, and called out to the utensils in front of the round table;

"Notify the others that we can return to Tizka now; there is no danger. Just as Poseidon told me, the fleet in the sky is my father coming to take me away."

Only then did he notice Aaron's presence. Magnus felt a sense of goodwill towards the bald man.

"Greetings to you, my brother, thank you for returning my hair."

I will never forget the kindness of repaying your kindness in this lifetime.

Chapter 205 Magnus's Blue-Haired Teacher and Macado (3K)

Aaron looked Magnus up and down. His hairstyle had been done so perfectly that it covered his entire head, making it impossible to see any small patches of baldness.

It seems that Xiao Ma has already mastered the terrifying skills of middle-aged and elderly people at such a young age.

Moreover, this is a skill that I will almost never be able to learn in my entire life.

Thinking about this, Aaron couldn't help but feel a little regretful that there were still things he couldn't experience.

Because he had no hair at all.

Magnus, unaware of what his long-lost brother was pondering, stepped aside to allow Poseidon to meet Aaron.

Magnus is now much more composed and humble, only becoming slightly irritable when talking about his father who came to take him from heaven.

Standing beside him was Poseidon, who wore a strange stone mask that covered his face, with only his blue hair standing out, revealing his identity.

Poseidon, no longer maintaining his composure, rushed to Aaron, grasped his hand, and said urgently:

"Aaron, have you found a way to take me back! I really don't want to stay in this era for another second!"

"In this era, I have to wear this mask just to barely conceal myself. There's not even a way to travel through the subspace and return to our world in this time."

"Whenever that big purple thing is in a bad mood, it comes into my dreams to hurt and humiliate me, sob sob sob."

"Aaron, save me!"

Aaron hurriedly comforted Poseidon, as they had indeed not found a way to take him back. Moreover, his elderly father and uncles were taking advantage of Poseidon's absence to create short stories about him.

Nobody even thought of taking any steps to figure out how to bring him back.

This despairing truth was clearly something Poseidon could not be told.

Aaron could only ask in return:

“Uncle, you should have already met the Father of this era. Take me to see him. Maybe I can persuade him to think of a solution.”

Poseidon's eyes were filled with despair:

"You won't see him. He didn't even come in person. He just sent a psionic projection and a little thing wearing a hood and leaning on a cane. He also scolded Magnus and told him to pack his things and leave in three days."

Aaron didn't quite understand: "So you're going to Terra in this era in three days, why are you saying you can't go back?"

Poseidon pointed to the mask on his face and said in anguish:

“Nyos has become so cold, completely unrecognizable, and shows no warmth towards me whatsoever. He even coldly rebuked me, saying that if I followed the human fleet into the warp, it would lead to an attack by Slaanesh.”

"Then that little thing named Macado gave me a mask, saying that he made it by hand so that I could stay in Prospero and not be left unprotected when Magnus went to work for him."

"Look, he never even considered letting me go back, or even meeting me in person. I think he looks down on me, his poor brother, now that he's a powerful empire that's going to conquer an entire galaxy."