Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He jumped off Dorn's shoulder and paced around like a parent worried about what would happen if their mentally challenged son offended someone in society.

Every now and then, he would rest his chin on his hand and whimper a few words:

"Hmm, that's how it is."

"This is the power of a god, not just something I talked about before, but the true power of a chaotic deity. It disregards time, which is why you have seen me."

Anda whispered among herself, but Dorn couldn't help asking anyway;

"So, Your Majesty, where is Aaron?"

Anda angrily raised his hand and waved it, about to send Dorn back to his original world, but pulled him back before Dorn could break through the psychic gap.

“I have to keep you here, even if only for a day, but it will give me a lot to brag about to Aaron.”

Anda's mood was incredibly unpredictable; one moment he was angry, and the next he was as joyful as a happy father.

If Aaron can meet his brothers in his dreams, then I can do it too!

Although it's only for one day, it's enough for me to show off in front of Aaron for a while!

This scene made Dorn realize that his father, in his youth, was not the emperor they knew who had hidden something in his heart and who did everything to advance the Great Crusade.

So, should we continue to use job titles?

Anda bound Dorn's consciousness, molding it into a real stone.

Since the soul projection is formless and intangible, it can take any form it wants.

"Dorn, my best son."

Anda repeated the sentence, suddenly feeling a bit like a jerk, as if he had said the same thing to his other sons in the future.

"I will throw you precisely where Aaron is. My strength is still sufficient to use seventeen Terras. Do not disturb me now."

Anda's shadowy figure assumed the most standard shot put throwing posture, contorting his body, quickly straightening his stance, taking a step forward, and then running.

His waist spun like a living dragon, and he swung his arm to throw the stone in his hand.

Dorn streaked across the Athenian sky over the perfect skyline before finally landing in his backyard.

"Perfect~"

Adachi clapped his hands and laughed heartily:

"Hahaha, Apollo, it's my turn. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Solon can live to be eighty. He has a long life ahead of him. We can play with him to our hearts' content!"

Anda displayed his thoughts without reservation, which inevitably came to the attention of the more perceptive mortals around him.

They felt that the gods in the heavens were utterly despicable and indifferent, and that they took pleasure in controlling their fate.

The Anda family's residence in Athens.

Aaron was ready to run away. Although Hayes hadn't bothered him yet, there was no point in staying in Athens any longer.

The demonic curse has been resolved, and the so-called debate seems to have turned into a physical debate between believers in the sea god and believers in Athena.

As for the sports meet, Aaron had no intention of participating.

He needed to travel to Macedonia as soon as possible to help his parents reconcile completely.

By then, I'll be an adult, and with my mother taking care of my father, perhaps I really will be able to travel alone.

Maybe bring Angron, or maybe bring Marum along too.

But Aaron always felt that if he actually did that, his old father might be kicked out, and then he would come all the way to him saying that he was hungry and needed to cook.

It's such a strange feeling.

These chaotic thoughts didn't stop Aaron from packing his luggage. Angron, who was helping to organize the toys, suddenly stood up, his hair bristling, his eyes wide with fury, and stared at the sky:

"There are enemies!"

Angron roared in a childish voice, his body about to shift into a fighting stance.

He sensed a cold and ruthless will approaching, piercing through the sky and transforming from stone into a tall human figure.

Aaron looked up and quickly stopped him:

"Don't worry, it's our brother, Roger Dorn!"

He stood in front of Angron, hesitated for a moment, then turned around, picked Angron up, and ran away quickly.

Judging from the line of sight, Dorn was about to smash into their yard.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Dorn accurately hit the spot where Aaron and Angron had just been standing.

But it didn't stir up much dust, as if it weren't a physical entity.

Aaron carried Angron back, both of them slightly out of breath from the trip.

"Dorn, what brings you here? Did Little Pei and Luo Jia develop a time machine?"

"Also, why didn't you dodge in mid-air? If we hadn't dodged, we would have been smashed into the ground."

Dorn replied methodically:

"It's not a time machine; I'm just a projection of my soul. My father seems to have gained new power, or perhaps he's just regained his own power, enabling him to disregard time."

"When I was in the air, I anticipated your movement range. If I had taken evasive action, it might have resulted in hitting the fleeing target."

He still had the same expression, unchanged. After saying so much, Anglong wondered if this person was a robot.

Is he really my brother?

Aaron already knew Dorn's personality; that's just how he was—he only spoke the most direct information available at the moment, so there was no need to worry about any malice.

Although in Dorne's homeland, people pursue efficient information transmission due to the harsh environment.

Even so, Dorn's bluntness was the most unbearable among them.

"Robot, robot!"

Angron yelled and tried to jump out of Aaron's arms and climb onto Dorn.

He didn't know why the word suddenly popped into his head.

Dorne did not refuse Angron's climb on his body, letting him climb all the way up to his shoulders.

“Petulab, Loga, and I all knew that the Warhound’s Primarch had been sent back to the past. Peturab didn’t even tell Father; he made us swear an oath not to reveal this secret.”

"But for some reason, my father really brought back an Angron, and I haven't had much contact with him yet."

Dorn held himself firmly to prevent his brother from falling due to any swaying.

That's just his straightforward personality; he got straight to the point and said what Aaron was curious about.

Aaron shook his head and sighed, "Let's not talk about that now. Come help me pack my things, we can talk as we pack."

Marum isn't home today; he has to go look after the two old folks at home to prevent them from getting too carried away with video games and ending up with their real bodies being picked up by someone else.

My father was acting strangely after he woke up today. He looked very energetic, but his usual golden power had turned completely black.

Then the two old men started to conspire to use their newfound power to have some fun, at least to get revenge on Erda.

The two of them went out together, still all entangled.

Aaron was very worried and asked Marum to stay with him and protect him.

Aaron recounted their experiences over the years to Dorn, reminding him to keep an eye on Uncle Poseidon, who was trapped in Prospero and is now Magnus's blue-haired teacher.

At this point, Dorn suddenly became alert and said seriously:

"I'm afraid I'll have to get involved as soon as I get back. There's some secret knowledge circulating among the warlords of Terra. They believe that Magnus's blue-haired teacher is the incarnation of a demon and are preparing to petition for his execution."

"However, my father has not given a direct response. I noticed from the Imperial Guard that some people have already gone to Prospero."

Aaron knew there was no point in worrying now, so he waved his hand and said:

"It seems the situation isn't too bad. It's not like a super fleet can just go and burn Prospero to the ground. It's just that Uncle Poseidon himself will suffer a bit. But he's still immortal, so this little bit of suffering shouldn't be a problem for him."

He already let down Poseidon's reputation yesterday, so he'll continue to do so today. Anyway, Uncle won't mind, right?

It seems that since being left in Athens because of Anda's antics, Dorn has really only been there to help Aaron with the housework.

Even when doing these tedious and boring things, he never complained.

"By the way, Dorn, tell me about things over there. After Guilliman breached your defenses, the old man will definitely demand that you make some changes."

Dorn nodded and said, "Yes, I am now in full charge of all defenses within the solar system, except for the palace. I can even get involved in some military affairs on Mars and the Moon. As a result, many departments believe that this is a charade arranged by my father to allow Astartes to intervene in the defense systems of these two important planets."

"To avoid a situation where Mars and the Moon betray and defect to the enemy."

Aaron chuckled and said, "I don't believe that old man had such a plan. He just haphazardly put together something usable and then forced it into existence."

Dorn said seriously, "If this is the kind of person you know your father to be, then I will have to carefully examine his many orders when I get back. We used to just think that His Majesty had his own reasons."

Aaron burst into laughter: "Hahaha, actually he didn't have any idea what he was going to do at all, he just said it casually, and you guys did it."

Angron was left aside; the big, new guy had done almost all the work, and he could finally relax and clap his hands.

"I'll cook! I'll cook for you all!"

Poor Anda's children, they have to learn to cook at such a young age.

Chapter 216 Anda: The Black King's power is so useful! (3K)

Dorn carefully gathered the largest pieces of luggage and placed them on the carriage Aaron had cleared out, then asked in a low voice:

"He's even learned to cook? Honestly, brother, besides grilling fish, you could learn something else."

Aaron pondered, "Besides Ryan, I don't think I've made many grilled fish for anyone else."

Dorn added, "At least all the brothers I've met, all the ones who've seen you, have mentioned grilled fish. While it certainly tastes good, it might also be due to the Primarch's high tolerance for flavor. Adding more dishes might be helpful to your business, brother."

Aaron felt a little lost. He would have to learn to cook new dishes, but grilled fish was the dish he had learned to cook that required the most memorization and practice.

Other breads, toasts, or roasts don't require as much effort.

"Well, it seems that in the future, I'll have to spend time finding local chefs wherever I go to see if there's anything worth learning."

Aaron took Dorn's advice seriously.

If the whole world were like Dorne, then the world might remain silent, yet still be able to move forward smoothly.

Because they can understand each other with just a glance.