Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Macardo accelerated the projection's timeline, and the two Eldar stayed until Athens returned to calm before leaving, fully aware of the unfolding events. The surrounding projections gradually blurred and reformed; it was time for the servants of Chaos to make their move.

They captured the city-state's governor, and while attempting to perform the ritual of skinning him alive, a governor's secretary named Solon knocked him to the ground with a wine cup.

No evil force could touch that glass.

The conspiracy scenario suddenly transformed into a no-holds-barred fighting tournament, leaving Macado puzzled.

Wait, shouldn't it be His Majesty's ceremony that protected Athens and stopped the power of the demon?

How did it suddenly turn out like this!

He searched carefully and finally found the source of His Majesty's power in the wine cup.

It turns out that after Zeus, Solon, and Mepion drank wine together last time, Solon, for some unknown reason, collected the wine cup that Zeus had used.

However, after inviting Slaanesh to sit down, Solon did not use the cup that His Majesty's lips had touched to do anything that would please Slaanesh; he simply regarded it as a sacred object.

Yesterday's stage performance didn't really respect Athens much in terms of the story, since the goddess of wisdom cursed her servant to turn into a monster.

It makes her seem petty.

In fact, given Athena's nature, she might have simply let Medusa submit to Poseidon, and then she herself would have obtained more benefits from the sea god's palace.

As a mortal, Medusa, once she became Poseidon's lover, had the opportunity to become a constellation after her death.

But don't misunderstand, this is not Athena's mercy.

Instead, people have always thought that the sea god was similar to Zeus, a being prone to infidelity.

With Athena as his guarantor, he could not abandon Medusa, and had to get used to the aging of a mortal, and grew weary of her.

This is another kind of torture.

The current act of directly cursing Medusa into a monster makes Athena seem like a vicious and petty woman.

The next morning, when the high-ranking officials of the various city-states were gathered in a proper ceremony, Solon noticed that someone was secretly attacking his governor.

As if summoned by some force, he took out a cup from his collection and began beating those people.

As Solon swung the cup, he felt as if he were Hercules, easily smashing the skulls of those evil believers, leaving not even a complete skull behind.

I never expected this collectible to be so amazing. No wonder it's a wine vessel kissed by Zeus's mouth!

Today I can finally take it out and beat people, and annihilate evil spirits.

Dorn shook his stone head, becoming curious:

"Please forgive me, I didn't see any of Father's great power at all. By the way, Chagatai is currently replenishing his equipment in Luna. You might want to ask him for advice; he has a very keen eye for observation."

Dorn sincerely advised that he shouldn't waste Macardo's good intentions because of his stubbornness.

Macado pulled at his hood, covering his face, which was about to break down:

“I’ve spoken to the Khan, but he’s not interested in any of this. He just asked me why I haven’t seen Aaron.”

Dorn also realized what was happening and asked:

"Yes, where is our brother, Aaron?"

Makado gasped, struggling to resist the urge to pin Dorn to the ground:

"I'm here to reveal to you the hidden dangers of the warp, the perils that may already be troubling the psykers within your legion!"

Dorn simply responded with an "oh":

"Oh, I see. And then? I don't see Aaron anywhere."

Dorn said he knew, so he truly understood and will take action afterward.

He's really concerned about where Aaron is right now.

Makado suddenly began to lack self-confidence.

He was able to persuade the Emperor back then, so why is he so powerless against Dorne now?

“I met your brother not long ago. He’s not in any serious condition; he’s walking his own path. Now that you’re aware of the risks of the Warp, I hope you’ll be vigilant within the Fist of the Empire.”

"Your father might go to extremes and do something outrageous. Don't let the psionicists in your legion get too high-profile lately."

Makado recharged his psionic energy and set off.

Actually, he's a bit lazy; he'd rather teleport than walk.

Dorn suddenly spoke up: "Let me see where Aaron is. The Eldar who left these crystals must have come into contact with my brother."

Makado never expected that even his teleportation could be interrupted by Dorn. Is there really a stone in this kid's head, only knowing how to be straightforward?

He casually left behind the last energy imprint;

"Find it yourself, Dorn. I'm busy and don't have time to keep bothering you."

Macardo strode away, and in the eyes of others, that was the despicable handprint. Macardo had set up a terrible psionic imprisonment, trapping their great Primarch, Rogue Dorn, within it!

How could Makado be so wicked!

Within the psionic confinement, Dorn entered the projections, observing the picturesque landscape with great interest.

As far as he knew, Xiao Pei's hometown was exactly the same as this place.

Dorne walked through the crowd but could not find Aaron.

Instead, they saw the so-called followers of Poseidon and Athena, who both believed that yesterday's performance had insulted their gods, and they fought each other in the arena.

Meanwhile, the archon's secretary who had knocked the servants of Chaos to the ground was cheered and encouraged by King Leorena of Sparta, while Dorn's gaze was fixed on the wine cup.

I found it: the power of a father.

Just as Dorn tried to touch the glass, a bolt of black lightning suddenly shot out, knocking his hand away.

"Who is it? This is the first time I've used this power, how come someone is interfering?"

A dignified voice came from the cup, along with another sound of scrambling:

"Quick, quick, it's my turn. Neos, your move is amazing! You can actually remotely control humans."

Immediately afterwards, Solon, who had been wreaking havoc just moments before, froze in place, as if the controller for a game character was being switched.

"Okay, call me dad and I'll let you play."

"father!"

"Hey! My good son."

Solon then began to act again, fighting in a way that was not so sophisticated, but was sufficient to deal with the mad Chaos followers.

Black smoke drifted from the cup, barely forming a blurry human figure that stood before Dorn.

Then, suddenly sensing something amiss, the shadowy figure grew even larger, just taller than Dorn by a head, and spoke:

"Ahem, who goes there? Wait, let me think. With your size, you're my son?"

“It’s really strange. In the past, it was always Aaron who came to find you. Now, there are actually people who can come to this era.”

The shadowy figure reached out, patted Dorn's head, and then brought it to its nose to sniff:

"Ah, I've found it, it's the power of Makado. Let me guess who you are, Roger Dorn? My favorite son!"

Anda finally burst into laughter and hugged Dorn.

He knew that this guy, who always had a stone face no matter what happened, was Dorn.

Dorn waited silently until his father of this era finished speaking and the embrace was over before kneeling on one knee and praising:

"Your Majesty, Roger Dorn greets you."

They are now in Terra, and he is a Terran Guardian, so he should be addressed by his official title when he is on duty.

Anda, looking rather uncomfortable, simply shrank back to a smaller size and leaned against Dorn's shoulder:

"You're too rigid. Can't you learn from the fourth brother? He's so happy now. Alright, what brings you here? Or is Makado testing you with something?"

Anda secretly hoped that his most trusted son's sudden appearance due to Lao Ma's methods might be a sign that he was coming to ask him to take charge of the overall situation.

He's really useful to this family!

Dorn replied frankly, “Your Majesty, I have come to find my brother, Aaron. I wish to know about his life in his time.”

He genuinely hadn't expected to meet his father here, so he told the truth and dared not lie.

Anda's face instantly darkened, and even the Black King's power he had just acquired no longer felt so comfortable to play with.

This morning, he obtained the contract he made with the Black King last night, enabling him to unleash the power of a true subspace deity.

Therefore, he directly blessed the wine cup he had once used, controlling Solon to transform into the Athenian Superman and begin the Berserker Creed.

This ability could even be readily given to Apollo, allowing him to control his "chosen one."

If they are deities of the subspace, that's how they're called.

Or rather, the Emperor Champion.

In any case, Marum is very averse to these words, and the fact that they can accept the title of "living saint" is already a huge concession.

To conflate the concepts of emperor and the four gods is a great blasphemy.

But Adachi really didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Chapter 215 A Day in Athens with Donne (3K)

Anda really wanted to give his son a good beating, but he was worried that his face was made of stone and that his hand would hurt after he slapped him.

He asked, grumbling, "In the future, has Makado figured out how to travel through time? Just like Aaron's ability?"

Dorn pondered:

“No, it wasn’t Makado. He just showed me this psionic record. I think my ability to communicate with you is all because of you.”

"You seem to have ceased to be a human being?"

Anda was about to put his hands on his hips and laugh for a while when he heard Dorn's description, and finally couldn't help but give him a flick on the forehead:

"Speak properly, or I'll shut your mouth."

Dorn asked in confusion, "Then how should I answer your question, Your Majesty? You cannot force me to do such a thing."

Anda was in despair; he didn't know how Aaron had managed to communicate with Dorn so smoothly in the first place.