Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Poseidon showed no kindness to this descendant of the immortal:

"Bullshit! When we were on the ship just now, Neos, your Majesty, was already laughing at me like I was a Muggle, saying that Terra no longer has a sea, so what authority do I, the sea god, have left!"

He could still recall the psychic projection of Neos from this era, its merciless mockery of him.

"I'm warning you, stay away from Neos."

Poseidon added earnestly.

Makado dismissed it: "You are not united by a common goal, but I can say without hesitation that we are on the same path as His Majesty."

Upon hearing these words, Poseidon clutched his stomach and laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.

"You're all on the same path? Hahaha—that's the funniest joke I've ever heard. Makado, remember our experience, look at me as a stark example of persecution!"

He stood up straight, jumped onto the table, and shouted:

"I can even proclaim that you will suffer the most terrible torment in the world because of your Majesty!"

Macado shrugged and tapped Poseidon's knee with his cane, sending the latter leaping high into the air, clutching his knee and hiding behind Magnus.

Realistically speaking, he was indeed no match for Macado, the newcomer.

Could it be that the more immortal beings are born later, the stronger their psychic abilities become?

Makado couldn't help but laugh at Poseidon's comical transformations.

"Haha, thank you for your prophecy, Poseidon. If that day ever comes, I think it will be when our great cause meets a moment that requires my dedication."

"It was an honor."

He nodded to Manuggas one last time, tapped his cane on the ground, and teleported away.

Magnus actually really liked Uncle Macado's steady and efficient approach to his goals.

Instead of an elder like Poseidon who jumps around and tarnishes his own reputation.

Now all of Prospero considers him his teacher, and on his father's fleet, this despicable fellow spread the news even further.

Perhaps in the future, the entire galaxy will know that they have a blue-haired teacher.

Meanwhile, in Holy Terra, the former territory of the Asgardian lords.

Many warlords have named themselves after elements of ancient mythology, although Asgard here may not actually be in Northern Europe.

A left-handed man is decorating his storefront, a stone house on an artificial snowfield, affixing the mark of the invisible to it.

His name was Rashan Albi, and he was said to have been born on the mountaintop on the day the heavens and earth roared.

The emperor killed his father at that time.

The Albi family has a long history of providing assassination services to numerous warlords.

After Raishan's father was killed by the Emperor, the Albi family organized a decades-long revenge.

Until Macardo purged and reorganized them to serve the Emperor.

As a result, the lords and warlords of Asgard also submitted to the Emperor, and Raishan chose to exile himself to this artificial snowfield.

Unlike the noble sons of other warlords defeated by the emperor, they did not become the emperor's personal guards.

He had no interest in the so-called vision of restoring humanity, yet he was powerless to seek revenge.

Lei Shan hid inside the house, listening to the fierce winds outside the window that sounded like the breath of the North Wind God, and watching the fire burning in the stove inside, entering a meditative state.

Until a knocking sound came from the wooden door: bang bang bang!

"Leishan Albi! The last Unseen One, welcome your guest!"

That was Makado's voice; he shouldn't be in Terra at this time.

Lei Shan still had ways to keep track of the palace's intelligence network. Although it was meaningless for assassinating the emperor, it still allowed him to stay informed about the emperor's plans.

Lei Shan opened the door and looked at the old man outside who resembled Odin from mythology. Underneath his cloak, both of his eyes were still normal; he hadn't gone blind.

"Does your emperor know that you are currently in Terra, and not on one of his missions?"

Despite his sarcastic remarks, Lei Shan had no choice but to welcome Makado in.

Preserving the last artificial snowfield for them, allowing them to remain alive in Terra, is already an act of imperial mercy, or perhaps His Majesty simply enjoys the snowscape.

Leishan cannot leave Terra and will be a slave for life.

He chose to submit to his fate and did not want his people to be implicated because of him.

Macardo entered the room, shaking off his cloak:

"Leishan, I have a task for you."

Lei Shan sat back in his seat and sneered:

“I will not serve your emperor. My family has many assassins who have betrayed their creed; that's enough for you.”

Macado brushed the snow off his cloak and let out a laugh characteristic of old men.

"Haha, it's my personal request. I need you to go to Prospero and protect a god."

Upon hearing this, Lei Shan became quite interested and said:

"God? Your Majesty didn't say that. He said there is no God, only the truth of the Empire."

Macado then hung his cloak on the wall and sat down in the chair opposite Redo:

“Poseidon, sea god. You don’t need to know why he’s here, but he’s weak and being watched by a terrible being. I need your help, Redo. In fact, I’m also searching for and building an independent entity within an empire.”

Lei Shan laughed: "Haha, does this mean your emperor is going to establish a secret service? Or are you also up to no good and not on the same side as your emperor?"

Macado was not angered by this, but simply said:

"Someone has to walk in the darkness, in places where the light doesn't reach, to maintain the existence of the empire."

Leishan shrugged and refused, saying, "Then I won't go. This is still for the sake of your empire. The sons of the Asgardian lords have already sworn allegiance to your emperor. Your political goals have been achieved. You have no need to persuade me, a descendant of a small family under a lord."

Macado snapped his fingers, raising the temperature in the room slightly.

"So you affixed the mark of the Unseen Ones to the door, not out of nostalgia. Now, the commission you sought has arrived, Rayshan Albi!"

Makado's voice rose with fervor, feeling as if he were Gandalf persuading Bilbo Baggins to embark on his adventure. (See *The Hobbit* for details)

Olpesson sent him a printed copy of Tolkien's manuscripts, and Macardo spent some time reading through the stories.

However, Olpeson only glanced at His Majesty from afar before leaving without meeting him.

Makado pulled himself back to reality, and no one knew which was the real person—the one who went to see Poseidon or the one now in the stone house.

"My reward is that the Albi family and the Unseen will be able to move freely within the Empire."

Lei Shan's eyes lit up. If they were left in Terra, their lineage of the Unseen would be completely severed.

But if they could leave this broken planet in the ravine and travel to other worlds in the starry sky, given time, they might be able to operate a huge organization within the empire!

To prevent this tyrant from establishing a kingdom that would bring terror to the people of the galaxy.

"In that case, I'll take it. I'd really like to go to Mars; I've heard there are a lot of advanced weapons there."

Leishan's yearning for freedom was hard to extinguish, and he even demanded that Makado produce a document with the force of a contract.

Makado was prepared and had his psionic mark engraved on it.

Lei Shan then pricked the skin of his finger and pressed his fingerprint on it, only to find that there were already quite a few people's names on it.

"From now on, as long as you are in the name of the Assassin's Court, Lei Shan, you can go anywhere in the Empire except the Imperial Palace."

Makado gave a sly smile: "Let's set off now to protect Poseidon."

Chapter 207 Anda: I'm going to hang Angron up and whip him (3K)

The story about Magnus, the Primarch whom the Emperor recently brought back, having a blue-haired teacher is not widely known.

Those who have access to this information must be high-ranking members of this newly formed empire.

They were more concerned with where the spies, or assassins, who lurked in the shadows and served the emperor came from.

It seems that Rog Dorn and the Royal Guard of Terra are unaware of this, and hopefully there won't be any political upheaval.

Athens, 600 BC.

With two days to go until the opening of the Olympic Games, tomorrow is the performance day of "Poseidon and Medusa".

In the final few days of preparation, apart from the occasional sudden departure in the middle of the night followed by a weary return in the early hours of the morning, there was nothing else strange about Anda.

By the way, he actually lost a lot of hair at the back of his head, but he never noticed it.

Anglon cut the hair with a kitchen knife, but since he couldn't use a razor, a lot of stubble remained on his head.

That action was more like getting a haircut.

This is also why the old man was slow to realize it.

Hopefully, he won't keep touching the back of his head for no reason, and that will delay the discovery of this matter.

However, recently, because the old man sleeps during the day and is not at home at night, there seems to be much less trouble at home.

Uncle Apollo is also trustworthy when it comes to serious matters; he is at least more human than my father was at his most respectable.

No wonder people like to go to Apollo's temple to seek divine guidance.

This may also be because the mother was quite dedicated to her priestly duties.

As for his elderly father, Aaron glanced helplessly at the old man sprawled on the bed in an unseemly sleeping position—

Alas, there's a reason why Zeus didn't have that many temples.

Aaron focused his attention and carefully checked all the prepared props.

As for the stage location, Marum asked Hayes for help.

The reason they gave was that they wanted to use the story of the sea god to create a play in order to save Athens.

As a believer of the sea god, Hayes was overjoyed. He didn't even read the script Aaron gave him before he hurriedly organized all the sea god's followers to work on the matter.

He even contacted Solon, the governor's secretary who often came to his place for drinks, and finally decided to set the stage in front of the Olympic Stadium, which meant that almost everyone who was going to participate in the Games would take notice of this new drama.

After all, performing a story about the sea god in Athens is unheard of.

It is said that the Macedonian sun god priests also played a significant role in making the performance possible.