Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Just as Anda was about to snap his fingers and begin his operation, he saw Hades finish his tea, stand up, and use his broad arms to choke the door, binding it.

"Why don't we try to take it down? And why does it call you 'My Lord'? Neos, did you actually do something in the warp last time that led to you being called an evil god?"

Hades didn't believe his friend would turn out to be anything bad; the immortals all knew each other perfectly well. They each had their own ways of being inhuman, but they still possessed the most basic, simple moral principles.

We're all decent people, aren't we?

Anda recalled Black King's act of putting his son on the table, and couldn't help but sneer, revealing extreme hatred:

"It's mistaken me for someone else! I wish I could kill that thing!"

Although the most effective way right now seems to be to build a spaceship and head out of the Milky Way, taking Aaron with him on the run.

I don't care how much you fight, I'm not playing anymore!

However, Aaron would definitely not agree to that.

Anda grew increasingly agitated, pulling at his hair. Angron, nestled in his arms, gently patted his father's arm and whispered:

"Dad, no matter what the future holds, we can definitely overcome it together with my brother."

Anda thought to herself, "But that's no reason for your brother to jump into the cesspool with you!"

Forget it, let's focus on the task at hand first. At worst, I can launch a night raid on the Black King and try to strike some shameful pose on his throne to embarrass him!

Adachi let out a long breath, then spoke:

“Relax, Hades, the door can’t be killed. Since it doesn’t want to talk, then don’t. Let’s deal with it—”

Anda stood up, placed Angron on the recliner, patted his obedient head, turned back and smiled, the curve of his lips as sinister as Slaanesh's hook:

"Get a medical checkup."

The change in the facade's color might be indicated by a change in the color of the door panels:

"Ahhh! What are you doing? Don't come any closer! Your Majesty, my Lord, Almighty Dark Lord!"

Its body is as awkward and terrified as a mouse seeing a cat, filled with the most trembling life tremors in the food chain.

The door misunderstood Anda's meaning.

Anda's idea was simply to search the entire door without damaging it; if he was willing to look, he could always find a crack.

But the Gates don't see it that way. The Fourth Ancient has already had instances of seizing the authority of other Chaos deities.

Even one of those eight, Tzeentch, once did it.

As for these demons, who are not even considered lesser gods but merely cultural concepts, if the Black King were to exert his power, he could devour them entirely.

Make the door the absolute authority of destruction. Although the other four will surely come to the rescue, at that time the door will be equivalent to Shang Yang.

Because the balance has been broken, now all five of them have to grab it together.

"What are you afraid of? What are you whining about? I'm not going to eat you."

Anda was completely enveloped in gold, but it was still this psionic energy that belonged to him that felt powerful and comfortable to use.

Although the Black King's power was immense, it was ultimately not his own.

No matter how powerful you become in the future, you might not even be yourself.

The self that is composed of all one's current thoughts and perceptions is the true self!

Anda decided to distrust the past and the future.

He only believes in the present moment!

It seems that other titles containing "Emperor" have said the same thing.

Anda had seized fate by the throat, whether he truly had it or not. In any case, the Black King's words gave him a jolt, making him dare not slack off any longer.

He restrained the door in front of him, then reached his wicked hand onto the door and began to wander up and down.

"Why don't you use the power of destruction?"

The door felt strangely comfortable as Anda's large hand searched it, and even the way he looked at Anda became somewhat ambiguous.

Could this be considered as a conceptual demon being appeased like a pet by ancient deities?

I mean, there's nothing wrong with being the Dark Lord's lackey; it opens up a whole new world for you.

Anda was puzzled. What was wrong with this demon? Did his charm work on the demon?

Damn it, is this chaos ever going to get better?!

From his own perspective, Adachi was simply using his own strength to check the door.

From other people's perspectives, however, this scene looked rather strange.

If we cover the top of the door and bring over a few more Spirit Race members, they'll probably start fighting over who gets their bodies controlled.

Aaron asked Marum:

"What is he doing? Father isn't really going to use this method to check the cracks in the door, is he?"

Marum said in a serious tone:

"For a demon, if it is born from a definite concept, then the material world has the same influence on it. By examining the demon's materialized body, sir, we may indeed find the clues we are looking for."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly added:

"Actually, the old man's examination method was quite standard, and there was nothing wrong with it. In the future, there will be a medical examination method called 'digital examination'."

Aaron was about to nod in agreement when he saw his father's large hand suddenly reach behind the door, preparing to push it open.

"Marum, take Angron inside the tent. This is not a place for him to see!"

Damn it, why is your materialized body so realistic?!

Even though I knew that what was in front of me was actually a demon, I still couldn't bear to look at the scene.

Marum faithfully carried out Aaron's orders, calling Angron to come.

He had become so close to the young prince that he could call out to him from afar and have Angron jump over on his feet.

"Uncle, Uncle, what are you doing, Dad?"

Like many children, Angron has a great deal of curiosity.

Marum explained meticulously:

"This demon called the Gates of Hell has a problem with its body, but as a patient, it's being naughty and won't tell us what's wrong. So, Master is examining it; this is how you treat it."

He was truly proud of his intelligence; he hadn't told a single lie, had described the whole story, and had prevented Anglon from thinking.

Ah, the wisdom of Makulagram!

(This is certainly not the reason why someone used Makula Blue to paint the Tzeentch pieces.)

Now, only Hades, Aaron, and Anda remain on the scene.

That demon, whose physical movements had become somewhat shy, doesn't count.

Finally, an hour later, under the evil hand of Adachi, the demon's willpower was on the verge of collapse, and Adachi finally found the crack that should not have appeared in this era.

"You should have said so earlier, otherwise I would have had to put my hand in there."

Anda pulled his hand out, cursing, and kicked the door open.

Like a heartless man who has become complacent and has no intention of showing any concern afterward.

He stared intently at his hands, calculating the corresponding subspace location based on the position of the door on his physical body.

A demon with a clear concept is so easy to manipulate.

Fortunately, the River Styx is not explicitly linked to the Gates of Hell. Although the two landmarks are very close, it is unlikely that the River Styx would flow out when investigating the Gates of Hell.

(Slaanesh: Someone's thinking about me?)

Anda sat down cross-legged again and began meditating and calculating.

Based on his past personality, he would definitely take it to the Black King and ask Him to see it through to the end.

But now he really wanted to kill that skeleton, so he had to use his brain to figure it out himself.

Sigh, he was starting to doubt even his own supposed predictive abilities.

What kind of rubbish did they calculate?!

Hades approached the door and looked at the demon that had been sealed within him for so long with great interest.

My younger brother finished using it, and I was curious, so I wanted to check it out.

This is a harmless demon that isn't too scary in appearance, and it will be sealed inside my body for a long time. It's good to start communicating with it now and ask it a lot of questions.

Hades brought over tea with a friendly expression, though he didn't take into account that the other person had no mouth.

"Hello, door. You were once sealed in my heart. If you want to change your location this time, we can discuss it."

"I also have some questions for you."

Hades' concern pleased the door, and it was then helped up by Hades, like a fallen demon being held in the arms of a muscular, immortal man, as they walked into the darkness.

Aaron approached his father, noticing the weariness on his face, and cautiously asked:

“Father, if this is really tiring, we can take a few days to do it. Don’t exhaust yourself.”

Adachi didn't open her eyes, calming herself down:

“Aaron, it is my responsibility, even if it is just as a father, to provide you with a stable living environment.”

"I've made many mistakes in the past, and I might make them again in the future, but with you, I will never make a mistake."

The father's sudden outburst of emotion left Aaron at a loss for words.

This is an overstatement.

He guessed that his father had just encountered something related to him in a place he didn't know about.

Chapter 234 Guilliman: Let the Galaxy Burn (3K)

Thirty thousand years later, during the Great Expedition, in the Terra Palace.

After finishing their training, Little Pei and Guilliman toasted the Emperor with a glass of wine laced with lubricant, then ran away at lightning speed, only managing to say goodbye to Katherine.

Dorn returned to his duties.