Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron listened patiently to Poseidon's rant.

The best way to persuade someone is to let them vent first. After Poseidon finished venting his grievances about the old man, his eyes became lazy, and he no longer harbored such great resentment.

“Uncle, if Father is unwilling to help you, I think he may not be able to do it for the time being, but he is too proud to face you in person.”

Aaron eased the atmosphere, creating an atmosphere for Poseidon that his father felt indebted to him.

Poseidon couldn't help but chuckle softly:

"As expected, no one knows a father better than his son. You're absolutely right, Aaron. I think it's because your father feels guilty towards me that he doesn't dare to see me. He actually has a day when he feels guilty towards someone, hahaha, that's satisfying!"

He took off his mask, rubbed the red marks on his face caused by the mask pressing against his skin, and looked at Magnus: "We're home now, so you don't need to wear it anymore."

The latter simply tilted his head slightly:

"Please go ahead. People outside are saying that you are my teacher. How dare a student order his teacher around?"

It's clear that Xiao Ma has developed a bit of a sense of humor.

Aaron was very pleased and followed Poseidon's words:

"Uncle, it seems you've already made this place your home."

"Pah—" Poseidon reacted strongly, "It was just a slip of the tongue. Anyway, I have nowhere to go right now. If I can't travel through the subspace, even if you give me a spaceship, I could fly for tens of thousands of years and not see a single living person."

Poseidon started grumbling again and sat down in his seat.

The situation was already quite clear: when the old man at home came to pick up Magnus, he didn't even come in person; he sent someone else instead.

Little Ma was cautious enough to evacuate everyone in Tizka in advance, in case his father's fleet arrived and opened fire immediately.

The most frustrating problem now is that Poseidon can't return to Terra, neither in his own time nor in the Terra of today.

Before Slaanesh was destroyed, this was probably a reality that Poseidon could not reach.

As Marum mentioned before, the speed of light in the real world is about the same as the speed of a snail in the context of the entire galaxy.

So, Aaron suddenly had a brilliant idea:

“Uncle Poseidon, you can do whatever you want in this world. Don’t you want to express your love to many species?”

He remembers that very clearly.

Before Poseidon could reply, Magnus said seriously:

"Absolutely not! Prospero's ecosystem needs time to recover and must not be desecrated!"

Just kidding, the most widespread non-human creature in the world used to be the Soul Eater, and Poseidon just happened to be a psionicist.

Magnus had never seen Poseidon show any interest in this thing.

Moreover, he had already led people to exterminate the Soul Eaters, and the remaining creatures were similar to those Poseidon recognized.

But Magnus couldn't help but worry after leaving his homeland for Terra and becoming the commander of the legion that led his father on his expedition.

Will my hometown be polluted by Poseidon?

After all, Poseidon himself might no longer be interested in ordinary creatures, but now people say that he had a blue-haired teacher.

What if those new psionicists come into contact with Poseidon and become corrupted?

Magnus roared:

“I will keep you locked up in prison and under strict guard! I will make it public that you have made a mistake in your cultivation of spiritual energy and need to go into seclusion.”

"You're too dangerous. If we can't keep you by our side, then we need the strictest security measures!"

Upon hearing this, Poseidon was quite pleased, his eyes and brows almost coming to life:

"Are you serious? Oh, I really love your prison. The standard of living there is much higher than in Barron's area, and you can even chat with the guards. They all ask me if I'm really your uncle."

Aaron looked around, not quite understanding why Uncle Poseidon would like Prospero's prison.

"By the way, Magnus, have you gone so far as to evacuate everyone? Although Father is indeed unreliable, he shouldn't go so far as to harm your people."

Magnus leaned against the huge marble table, letting Aaron sit in his place.

He stroked his hair and said proudly:

“I must consider any dangers. Most of the people living on Prospero are psionicists. Considering Poseidon’s previous experience, I have realized that the connection between psionicists and the warp carries the risk of being corrupted by demons.”

“The fact that my people have fled here all the way proves that psionicists are not welcome.”

“In that case, our father, the most powerful psionicist in the entire galaxy, couldn’t possibly be unaware of it. I’m really worried that he’ll use the cannons on those ships to incinerate my planet.”

"Thanks to your warning, I have rejected all communication requests in the vast ocean and sought strength within myself."

Aaron sighed upon hearing this:

“I know why your father didn’t come to pick you up himself; you hung up on him. That’s what Marum said, a communication device that ordinary people usually call a telephone.”

Poseidon had clearly already explained some of the members of the Anda family before Christ to Magnus, so there was no need to explain who Marum was.

Magnus showed no sign of regret and sneered:

"It would be best if he didn't come to see me in person, otherwise I would have risked my life to tear his hair out! That old man is self-aware enough that he has prepared a Space Marine legion similar to Marum for me."

“However, Aaron—” Magnus gazed intently at his brother, “After I tried to seek the power within the soul, my abilities have greatly improved! That old man has only lived for tens of thousands of years longer, while I only need another thirty years to catch up with him!”

Poseidon poured cold water on it:

“Then forget it. Neos is the strongest among us. He’s younger than me, but he can single-handedly beat all of us immortals. Aren’t you supposed to be being cautious? Why are you suddenly acting arrogant again today?”

A somewhat aged voice rang out, and a steady beam of psionic energy emanated from the portal. An old man, draped in a gray-brown robe and leaning on a cane, slowly stepped forward.

“Macado the Magicweave, a tribute to the Messiah, Aaron Well.”

“Poseidon, Magnus’ confidence comes from the fact that he has seen a set of data that I provided.”

The newcomer first bowed slightly to Aaron before explaining Poseidon's doubts.

This was Aaron's first time meeting Makado, but he had heard about him many times from his father.

"Uncle Macado, good afternoon. It's a pity there aren't many ingredients here, otherwise you could have tasted my cooking."

He observed carefully and found that Makado's old age was too obvious, as if he was deliberately faking it.

"By the way, what does Messiah mean?"

Macado walked slowly over: "Fate will guide you, Aaron, but not now. Let's talk about Magnus's problem."

"Your Majesty is creating a machine, an unprecedented and magnificent creation. And it requires a powerful psychic to carry it, the benchmark of which is Your Majesty Himself."

Magnus proudly declared:

"Then it was my turn. The machine's operating standard was actually based on my abilities. In other words, the difference between me and my father was only a tiny bit."

Macardo smiled without saying anything, offering no explanation.

Poseidon suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed Magnus's leg:

"Good nephew! Since you have the potential to grow up to be like your father, then whether your uncle can go back to the past and enjoy a life of luxury depends entirely on you!"

Chapter 206 The Assassins' Court of Macado (3K)

“Magnus, then you must continue to work hard and surpass your father as soon as possible.”

Aaron felt a renewed hope that his brothers would work together to defeat their father.

After all, Little Pete has already proven that the Primarchs' physical bodies are completely incapable of harming the old man.

The father repeatedly emphasized that even if all twenty-one younger brothers joined forces, it would be of no use.

Then the only solution is to seek a solution through psionic energy.

Now, Aaron finally saw hope.

"Sigh, it's just that I didn't get to see the old man in person this time. It's really strange, I've never met my father from this era, I always just miss him by a little bit."

Makado remained silent, simply approaching Aaron and sizing him up.

He then spoke, his voice and appearance resembling those of a wizard from classic Western fantasy stories who only knew illumination magic and a one-handed sword.

Although Aaron was unaware of this, these images did not exist in his time.

“Messiah, please allow me to call you that, Aaron. Every era has some skewed understanding of you.”

"Fate has prevented you from meeting. But I can assure you, Messiah, your father is accomplishing the greatest salvation in human history, and thanks to your efforts, he is now able to take good care of himself. This time, we will succeed."

Perhaps Aaron was dreaming today just to hear this one sentence.

His body began to dissipate and return, and he looked very satisfied.

Poseidon, left unattended, helplessly stretched out his hand, howling in despair as he watched Aaron disappear before his eyes.

This scene is heartbreaking to witness and brings tears to the eyes of anyone who hears it.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Aaron had died.

Magnus, however, was incredibly envious, saying:

“I still have no way of dealing with this kind of time-traveling psionic projection. When my father punished me before, my brother could even stand directly in front of my father’s psionic storm and face the impact without moving an inch.”

He turned to look at Makado, a figure he was somewhat wary of.

“Uncle Makado, I am willing to respect you as much as my brother does. Could you tell me the source of my brother’s strength?”

The latter could only laugh and mumble indistinctly:

"By the standards of that machine, no, that machine is not qualified to carry Aaron Wel."

If there is something to carry individuals in order to save humanity, then the Golden Throne is a later addition.

Magnus understood; his brother was too strong, exceeding the machine's judgment criteria.

Poseidon had finished crying and realized that Aaron had failed to take him away this time either, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Hey, you two little guys, a little brother and a little nephew. This isn't the time to rank strength! You really need to figure out how to get me home!"

He got up from the ground. He had just clung to Magnus's leg and almost knelt down before Aaron was "soul-shattered".

This old face has been completely abandoned.

Macado, leaning on his cane, took a step forward and tapped the ground with each step:

"Poseidon! Great sea god! Why have you become so despondent!"