Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Adachi slapped himself in the face repeatedly:

"It's always good not to spend money. He always envies me for not having to carry money when I go out to buy things."

Marum rushed over, picked up Anda and Apollo, and ran home with Aaron.

With the Black King's power withdrawn, Dorn was also unable to maintain his psionic projection and returned to his own era.

Gradually, perhaps because the old man was being carried and rocked back and forth on Marum's shoulders, his head finally cleared up, and he began to feel groggy again:

“Oh dear, what just happened? I think I saw Dorn too. Hahaha, Aaron, let me tell you a secret: every time I meet a Primarch alone, I tell them that he is my best son.”

"According to the Otlam Parenting Encyclopedia, if you have many children, you should make each child feel like they are the most loved one in the family."

Aaron looked at his old father's face, who was hanging upside down on Marum, and thought to himself, "Isn't it a bit strange for you to say this in front of Guilliman's son?"

Finally home, Marum tossed the two old folks to the ground and hurried off to find hot water and towels.

Adachi rubbed his head and sat up, while Apollo beside him stared blankly at his hands, pondering the feeling of wielding the power of the Black King and controlling humans.

“You are too dangerous, Neos. The thought of humans being treated like playthings in your hands terrifies me. Neos, I must seal you away, just as our companions guard the places where demons reside.”

Apollo, now in righteous indignation, having just enjoyed himself, has entered a state of sagehood and begins to criticize the Black King's absolute control over humanity.

The controlled humans are completely unaware of what is happening to them.

Anda chuckled coldly:

"Next time there's another chance, I won't take you along."

Apollo then changed the subject: "Nyos, we're good brothers. I've even called you 'father.' According to the laws of some time, I can inherit your property."

"I was just saying that casually. With your lazy personality, even if you had the ability to control all of humanity, the most you could do would be have them bring you food and shave you."

Apollo stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes:

"Alright, now that the threat from Athens has been completely eliminated, and I haven't found Athena, I'll just go back to my island of Crete and stay there."

Aaron said with some reluctance, "Uncle Apollo, are you leaving already? Also, how did you deal with the believers of the wisdom within the skulls here? Did you just use that mysterious power to control humans to fight?"

Apollo glanced at Anda, who was still in a frenzy, and knew that only he could explain this:

"After yesterday's blessing took effect, the wisdom within the skull is no longer able to incite chaos. However, they themselves are unaware that they still intend to target the higher-ups today. Therefore, we are prepared to protect them."

"But your father suddenly let out a strange cry, and began to emit black mist all over his body, and casually controlled the humans around him like puppets."

"He then manipulated Solon to start fighting and subjugate the believers. Then he discovered that he could temporarily share this power with me, and then we could choose the strong people around us to fight. Of course, it was the two of us who controlled it."

"I must say, this power is truly terrifying. The other side has no idea that their fate is in our hands."

Apollo felt afraid whenever he thought about this feeling.

To have complete control over others without them even realizing it.

Is this really good?

Apollo sighed one last time, patted Aaron on the shoulder, then picked up Angron and kissed him:

“Every immortal being has their own mission, Aaron. On your future journey, you will likely encounter many more immortal beings. What will they teach you?”

"You have to experience all of this yourself."

Nonsense, if I don't run away, Erda will drag me back to work at the temple.

I am Apollo, not Helios, the sun god!

I don't know who spread this rumor.

Apollo didn't have any luggage either. He was also good at wilderness survival, so he simply left without taking anything with him.

Marum didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Apollo left his detection range.

It seems we won't need to send an immortal to the future this time.

He was truly worried that Apollo's fate would be as cruel as Poseidon's.

Anda struggled on the ground all by himself, like a madman having a seizure. He did this for a long time, and his clothes got quite dirty.

It took a while for him to recover, and he stood up straight from the ground, looking like a zombie.

"Aaron, I'm hungry!"

Anglong shouted excitedly and jumped up, rushing towards the kitchen.

The two older brothers didn't have time to eat the food I made in the afternoon, and I thought I could only feed the fifth child.

It seems that Dad is still in charge of handling things.

Anglong was holding a bowl of food, the contents of which were unknown and looked very dry.

Because he didn't control the heat well, he boiled the water in the pot dry.

"Dad, eat!"

Anda pinched his nose and blew his nose. A lot of dust had gotten into the bowl earlier, so he couldn't smell what was in it for a while. He opened his mouth and poured it all in.

He doesn't even chew; his powerful muscles can strengthen everything, so why bother?

Gulu gulu!

Anda swallowed all of it, feeling a sense of fullness in his stomach, and was very satisfied.

"I didn't smell anything, but my good son, you're Daddy's best son!"

Anda seemed to have gotten addicted to saying that phrase, picking up Anglong and spinning him around in the yard.

Then we stopped and let him sit on my shoulders, looking around at the packed luggage:

"Aaron, the sports meet will last for more than ten days. Although the debate is over, I think they were practically spitting their saliva into each other's mouths. But you can still try to participate in the sports competitions. Even if you don't get a good ranking, at least you'll have tried."

Angron echoed, "Sports meet! Sports meet!"

Aaron pondered, "I'm worried that the sea god's followers will come back to their senses and cause us trouble, after all, this drama that has such a great influence now was written by us."

Anda burst into laughter, saying smugly:

"You don't need to worry about that. Why do you think two believers of God would fight today? Hehe, your dad has already arranged it. Besides, you didn't write the script."

“After they’ve vented their frustrations on each other today, they’ll forget about us. At most, they might cause trouble for Mebion. But I will have Solon protect Mebion. Solon will become the future Athenian governor, and he will be the one I have blessed. Everyone will get a satisfactory result, and no one will be harmed as a result.”

Anda proudly showed off his plans to Aaron, proving that he could also play a role in this family.

“By the way, I’ve met Dorn. He’s a good boy, a quiet one.” Anda brought out the deck chair that Aaron had packed up again, lay down on it, and said, “You know, if only your brothers were all like Dorn. Quiet and obedient, and they don’t cause me any trouble.”

"Aside from the fact that it takes a bit of effort to communicate with him and understand what he says, there are no other problems."

Meanwhile, the honest and obedient Dorn, whom Anda spoke of, had returned to his own time.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw a company of Imperial Fists already assembled before him, guarding their Primarch.

Upon seeing the Primarch awaken, Hugheston roared:

“Father! That Makado insulted you and trapped you in a psionic illusion for hours!”

"We must consider the suggestion to add psionic protection for you, and even arm the Imperial Fist's own psionic combat squads!"

The Terra Guard, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist, was manipulated at will by Macado. Doesn't that mean that if there are similar psionicists among the enemies?

They can also easily seal away their original forms during battle?

"Stay calm, Hugheston. My warriors can only vent their anger in battle, not in expressing their opinions. Fluctuating emotions will affect our perception."

Dorn spoke, and the Fists of the Empire calmed down.

He stepped into his own ranks and continued:

"It was His Majesty who summoned me; the Seal Keeper, Macado, was merely conveying His Majesty's decree."

Upon hearing this, even Hugheston, who had been extremely angry just moments before, had no choice but to kneel down on one knee and repent for his outrageous words.

Dorn marched on foot, keeping his company close behind:

“But you’re right, Primarchs need psionic protection, especially those of us who aren’t good at psionic combat.”

He deeply understood the value of psionic warfare, but how could he convince his father?

I'm afraid no one but his brother could persuade him.

Dorn was somewhat worried when he just saw a squadron of Imperial Guard airships approaching him from afar.

"The Ultramarines Primarch, Robert Guilliman, has arrived at Starport."

"His Majesty has decreed that you should go to greet him. His Majesty will receive you both at the palace. According to security regulations, only four Primarch Guards are permitted to accompany Lord Guilliman into the palace."

Dorn nodded, but in his heart he thought, "I'm being made to do the thing that offends people again."

The father only needed to make the regulations public, and no fraternity questioned them.

But he needed his son to go out and set the rules so that his brothers would think that Roger Dorn was unreasonable, or even suspected and deliberately suppressed them.

"What kind of test is this? Father, what are you thinking?"

For some reason, Dorn suddenly began to miss Anda, who was always talking incessantly and had no personality.

At Terra Port, Imperial officials from the Ministry of Military Affairs were deliberately positioned at the front, amidst laughter, to welcome the five hundred world lords.

They had lost face in the previous exercises, and many were even plotting to defect like Mars, so that they could still retain their noble status.

Mars' reason is to protect its technology production line. What reason will they use?

Could it be that I favored the Thirteenth Prince from the very beginning?

Chapter 218 Guilliman: A Happy Family (3K)

Bang bang bang!

The cannons welcoming Guilliman at Starport were lit, wire-controlled, but the fire ignited the fuse wire.

It's hard to imagine where Terra unearthed these ancient artifacts.

This is the ceremony for welcoming the Primarch, and it is also the only gunpowder weapon that is normally permitted to be used on the surface of Terra.

The enormous red carpet even floated directly in the air, guiding the ships to land—a scene that was clearly futuristic.

But the soldiers and statues standing around them really made it seem as if they were welcoming a god.

By the way, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Peturabo, didn't receive this treatment when he landed.