Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Ahem, Aaron, yes, I remember that name. Hello, you're all grown up now. Uncle doesn't have any gifts here, so I'll just give you my blessing."

Hades reached out his hand, gesturing for Aaron to come closer. Anda didn't refuse, watching with interest as the black psionic energy gradually grew from Aaron's hands.

This is not a black that covers all colors, but a cold, inky black that is close to inorganic matter, and it is very different from the darkness of the future.

Hades' darkness is nothingness, while Hades' darkness is closer to the dark color that people perceive.

Aaron obediently moved closer, reaching out his hand, only to be swallowed by the darkness.

"Uncle, could you spare a portion of this? I have a younger brother living here."

Aaron was still thinking about Angron. Since his father didn't mind this, it meant that Uncle Hades' blessing was a good thing.

If it's something good, then of course we can't forget about the younger brother.

Anda shook his head and said, "No, Aaron, your brother already has enough inside him. This is for you."

“And,” he looked at Hades, “don’t ask me about Aaron’s brother. All I can say is that he is still my and Erda’s child.”

Hades smiled with satisfaction, like an honest and kind older brother watching his most unreliable younger brother get married and have a happy family.

"Seeing that you are living a happy life, I am relieved. When I first met you, Olpeson was worried that you would be eaten by lions if you went hunting alone."

Hades laughed with satisfaction, branding all the darkness in his hand under Aaron's skin, so that it wouldn't show like a tattoo.

Marum couldn't help but be curious, after all, the ceremony looked really intriguing, and asked:

"Sir, what is the effect of this blessing?"

"You are the Lord of the Underworld, do you really think you can make Aaron refuse death?"

Hades was about to nod when he suddenly frowned, looking at the things he had imprinted on Aaron's body, which had all disappeared.

“At least for that moment, it was possible, but not now. There is something more sublime within him, something I cannot defile. I am powerless to offer any blessing, Neos, your son, your own responsibility.”

Hades lowered his eyes and looked dejected. After all, he had finally managed to prepare the most presentable gift for his nephew: to refuse death!

That sounds so sophisticated.

As a result, the other party couldn't use it at all.

As the black mist dissipated, Aaron's hand fell into Hades's palm, who comforted him tenderly:

"Uncle, I appreciate your kindness. The gift is not important. Just knowing that there are people in this world who love me makes me very content."

"If my father ever encounters any danger in the future, I hope you will lend a helping hand."

Aaron didn't care much about whether he lived or died; he could live for another six hundred years, and he'd had enough. But his father was different; his father was an idiot, and of all his friends, not a single one survived.

Moreover, it seems that the father is too embarrassed to cultivate relationships; he can't bring himself to ask for help, so he can only rely on his own reputation to seek assistance in advance.

Hades solemnly stated:

“Aaron, if your father encounters danger, I will stand behind him when he needs help the most.”

Anda watched from the side and felt that the taste was getting increasingly off.

I'm really not a human being.

He knew that Hades' gift would have no effect on Aaron and was about to mock him, but then the situation suddenly changed, and his eldest son suddenly became strange, entrusting his affairs to others.

No, how I end up is none of your business!

Even Adachi himself felt a little overwhelmed by his son's anxieties.

At this moment, the words he was about to use to mock Hades remained stuck in his throat.

Anda silently got up and went to the edge of the cliff to reflect on his past.

He was being presumptuous.

"Marum, what did Father go to do? Is he going to pee in the River Styx?"

Aaron watched his father's retreating figure disappear into the distance. Marum, equally bewildered, couldn't understand what had gotten into his master today and could only explain:

"Perhaps it's a sudden feeling of emptiness about the meaning of life. Many people are prone to this emotion. It is said to be entered after a certain need is met, and it is also known as the 'wise state'."

Hades laughed heartily upon hearing this, pulling at his hair and beard. Although his hair was long, it only looked a bit messy; it was still quite clean.

"Back when I was still active on the ground, Neos was a well-behaved young man. Now he's the head of a family. It's really touching."

After the elderly father returned, still questioning the meaning of life, their conversation returned to its main topic:

Door of hell.

Aaron glanced at the wounds on his father's body, which showed no signs of shameful suicide, before asking with relief:

"Uncle Hades, Father said that you are guarding the demon known as the Gate of Hell. Is it a demon or a gate?"

Hades unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a huge black vortex that stretched from his chest to his left arm:

"You might not be able to see it clearly. Your father's lightning just now burned my skin, but you can see the shape of this vortex, right?"

Hades stepped forward, and apart from the lightning wounds, the black vortex that had originally been parasitic on his body was finally clearly visible to the three of them.

Anda gestured with his lips, indicating:

"Marum, go analyze this. Wait—I didn't mean for you to lick it!"

"Who on earth designed Astartes' tongue to act as an identifier?!"

Marum coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment and took out many treasures that the guards had prepared for him.

Many of the internal components were not made by the Imperial Guards themselves, so they were coordinated from the State Religion, the Inquisition, and even the legendary secret agencies that supposedly restrained the power of the Chaos Demons to serve the Empire, though their existence was unknown.

Anyway, there are always heretical Horus factions within the empire who want to replicate the process by which the War Generals were promoted back then for His Majesty.

As for studying demons to fight demons, let's just turn a blind eye. After all, we're all serving the empire.

“Analyzing the data will take some time,” Marum said respectfully.

Aaron seized the opportunity to ask, "Uncle, Father, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what form this demon takes and what kind of threat it poses?"

“They even wanted to restrain him by sealing him in his body.”

Hades recalled his past memories with a sense of numbness; without any stimulation, he found it difficult to recall his past experiences.

"I only remember one sentence, 'The inside of the door is bigger than the outside.' If the gates of hell are opened, it's definitely not a good thing. I need to think again about how I first encountered the gates of hell."

Anda simply shrugged and said;

"Let him think about it first. If he can remember it, I won't need to bring Marum down to analyze the data."

He stood up, looked around, took a branch from a nearby basket, and began digging mud by hand along the riverbank, pulling out some small insects which he hooked onto them.

“I’m going fishing. This underground river has been unaffected by the outside world for a long time. Maybe they won’t be able to see my hook and will take the bait.”

Aaron gave him a fishing rod, but he didn't take it with him. It was still tied to Lao Wu's luggage. The fishing rod didn't look like a good fishing rod at all. It would be more suitable to use it as a cane to hit people.

Anda, leisurely fishing by the dark river, was enjoying himself. Meanwhile, forty thousand years later, in the Terra Palace...

Since His Majesty's throne became movable with cables, they have unearthed more ancient artifacts, including matching cables, in the room originally prepared for Peturabo beneath the throne.

Now, the throne can be moved within a radius of seventy meters. Based on His Majesty's occasional musings, the Imperial Guards are preparing to dig a small pond next to it and release some docile fish.

The two spirit race "corpses" that His Majesty had turned into human form were hung to one side for now, serving as specimens for sightseeing.

For some reason, after the last incident, His Majesty's voice has returned to its previous state of weak voice and kidney deficiency.

Most of the time, the Imperial Guards could only obtain information from what His Majesty called "dreaming."

The Mechanicus were allowed to excavate Peturabo's room and found more artifacts.

A fishing rod with the words "For my father who will never catch a fish" engraved on it.

This is clearly Peturabo's mockery of His Majesty, implying that His Majesty will achieve nothing during the Great Crusade, and is a manifestation of the Primarch's anger and hatred towards his father.

But I never expected that my father would still keep this gift. Waaah, their emperor is actually very gentle. It's just that the Primarchs are such naughty kids who don't know any better!

Actually, they were overthinking it. Xiao Pei was just stating the facts; he had no intention of being sarcastic or sarcastic.

Finally, after all the commotion, their emperor was able to enjoy his old age.

Now we'll see if the fish in the pond, which the Imperial Guards have been starving for days, will cooperate.

Chapter 226 Perturabo, Terra walks alone (3K)

From this day forward, their great Lord of Mankind will have one more pastime to enjoy.

That meant being forced to fish at the pond the Imperial Guards had made for him.

His Majesty's hands were immobilized, so a jig was glued onto the armrest of the throne, and then the fishing rod was inserted into it.

Perturabo and the Mechanicus worked together seamlessly; the fishing rod fit perfectly into the jig.

The Imperial Guard was so frightened that they immediately sent someone to notify the Tribunal to confirm whether the Mechanicus had any illicit dealings with the Iron Warriors during the Great Rebellion.

After all, the Dark Machine God Cult does exist, and these Martians have always been fickle and untrustworthy.

Any phenomenon can be seen as a sign of the future, so it's no wonder the Imperial Guards were sensitive; that's just how the times are.

However, His Majesty didn't care about these things. He liked to sit alone and silently watch the fish in the pond swim back and forth near the fishing hook, preferring to starve rather than take the bait.

His Majesty was not even able to lower his head to look, nor was he sure if his eyes, which were still functional, were still working.

Therefore, the Imperial Guards confirmed His Majesty's only successful fishing attempt from the logs previously passed down from Marum to the Great Sage.

They sent men stripped off their armor, slipped into the pool from the Emperor's blind spot, and then ran toward the fishing hooks with fish in their hands.

At the same time, the probability is controlled to two occurrences every three days.

Thus, His Majesty was able to break Peturab's vicious curse of "giving this to my father who will never catch a fish!"

This is a great victory for the Imperial Guards!

However, the great joy that the Imperial Guards and His Majesty were enjoying with their grandchildren was shattered.

The Ministry of Military Affairs sent a messenger; the intelligence department detected that chaotic forces were converging on the world called Shera at the center of the galaxy.

The situation is far more serious than the fleeting existence of the Word Bearers' demonic archetype.

His Majesty the Regent is currently busy setting the course and working on the mysterious Providence Project. He has ordered the Imperial Guard to send a special task force to ascertain the situation.

The Emperor's Eyes (the Imperial Guards who gather intelligence throughout the Empire after retirement) are too scattered to be recalled in time.

Other units simply lacked the manpower to mobilize, and only the Imperial Guard had some spare manpower available.