Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Don't they ever consider what they might do if their political enemies were more devout than they were?"

Helios, however, dared to make fun of this:

"It seems you also dislike those young humans who are mutually attracted but cannot be together, and instead of asking their lovers, they seek answers from the gods. Alas, lovers are the most difficult interpersonal relationships in the world."

Anda put his arm around Erda's waist, without a trace of annoyance in his eyes; this was crucial to whether his hair could grow back!

He couldn't help but refute:

"Nonsense, we're doing just fine."

Helios got goosebumps all over, shook his neck, and hurriedly slipped out the door:

"I won't disturb your time together, but now that you have a child, you should be mindful of the impact! Angron is still young."

He slipped outside, worried that he might be requisitioned as a third wheel.

Anda has used a lot of strange terms from the future in the past. I really don't understand what trouble he encountered in the future.

Helios walked into the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and recalled the so-called Chagatai spaceship.

On the stars~

Ironically, the direction of the sky that the sun god looked up at was exactly where Prospero was, more than 30,000 years later.

Poseidon awoke in his completely undefended prison cell, yawning, and climbed onto the back of the demon, or rather, the warp creature, in front of him.

“Little Ni,” he called the chaotic creature “Little Ni” in retaliation against Nios, “after years of research, you are indeed the benevolent beings in the warp that Nios spoke of. But there are far too few of you.”

Little Ni at this time was in the form of a goat as perceived by Poseidon, except that it was quite large and had a broad back, making it suitable as a bed for sitting or lying down.

Poseidon was the laziest of all the psionicists that Xiao Ni had ever met.

It merely grunted a few times, offering no response to Poseidon's words, and simply delivered the blue-haired creature to its workplace, the Prospero Council.

Upon arriving at the location, Little Ni flipped over and threw Poseidon to the ground.

Pedro, one of Magnus's former companions and students, now the librarian of the Thousand Children, appeared in Poseidon's line of sight with his crimson power armor soles.

“Mr. Poseidon, you are late 473 times.”

Poseidon looked up, following the sound, and saw the Astartes clad in magnificent power armor. Ah, how beautiful.

It reminded him of Marum's ass.

Poseidon got up from the ground, feeling no shame, but instead fiddled with the ornaments at Pedro's waist, making them jingle.

He began, "But I also greatly helped your Prospero psionic defense plan."

“You call it the Veil of Wisdom, and believe that only psionicists who recognize the threat of the warp are qualified to observe the vast ocean through the veil.”

Pedro's power armor helmet was turned slightly, perhaps to reveal his disdain through his observational perspective.

Is this blue-haired prehistoric human really their great emperor's brother?

Pedro led Poseidon up to the magnificent, temple-like white building and tacitly allowed him to sit in Magnus's seat.

Poseidon sat here throughout the Primarch's conquest.

"The Iron Warriors have sent us a secondment request, asking us to send five Thousand Sons to the Iron Warriors for research. In return, an entire construction team from the Iron Warriors will come to help us build Prospero."

Pedro, as usual, briefed Poseidon on the legion's foreign affairs, which he left to Poseidon, while he handled all the legion's internal affairs himself.

Poseidon waved his hand dismissively: "Here you go! I'm fed up with you locals, using psionic energy so recklessly in everything you do. What's the point of all those industrial machines invented by human civilization? To enjoy them, you think!"

"I want the Iron Warriors to build me a giant dam. I want to turn it into an inland sea and stir up storms!"

He really seems to want an ocean.

Pedro shook his head and then recounted the second piece of news:

"They're going to build a biological laboratory in Prospero, carrying biological samples of the Primarch Vorkan, the Lord of the Dragons. We think this is very risky. Putting aside how the Iron Warriors obtained Lord Vorkan's biological samples, just studying the Primarch is already taboo."

Poseidon was even less concerned about this:

"A biological lab is great! I've heard that biological labs can customize the body shape of the grown organisms, right? As long as it doesn't grow a brain, it's a perfect tool!"

Pedro clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch Poseidon in the face:

"The Primarch is a product of His Majesty's wisdom; how could mortals possibly touch it?"

Poseidon leaned back in Magnus's chair, his legs propped up on the marble tabletop, and chuckled heartily:

“I am still a god. Your Majesty’s brother is imprisoned by you. I didn’t say anything when you were drawing my blood.”

Poseidon was no fool; he could guess what Peturabo, his nephew whom he had never met, wanted for his purpose in seeking biological samples from Vokhan for research.

Aaron, it's a good thing you didn't live to see this day, but your brothers need you so much.

Poseidon did not answer further, his eyes filled with confusion as he gazed at the veil of wisdom in the sky.

Behind the curtain, those vile wills are laughing loudly, mocking Magnus's self-deceptive act of trying to build a wall.

Chapter 281 The Sea God of Prospero, Coz's Night Flight (32K)

"That's right."

Poseidon suddenly uttered this sentence, opened his eyes, and poured out a surge of blue psionic energy, even suppressing Pedro, who was about to subconsciously refute.

Only then did Pedro recall that the blue-haired man before him had been called a god in human history.

His psychic power is no less than that of their Primarch Magnus!

If Poseidon hadn't been forbidden from subspace travel by His Majesty, there wouldn't be any inhabited worlds near Prospero.

Otherwise, He would have broken free from the so-called constraints long ago.

“Psionic communications, transfer to Holy Terra, get me your Majesty. If he’s busy, tell the Terra Star Speakers that I have exclusive scoops on your Majesty’s adolescence.”

The words spoken by the sea god were both majestic and comical, making one hesitant to ponder them.

Pedro was unwilling to admit that for a fleeting moment, he had wanted to know what His Majesty's adolescence was all about.

He had no choice but to comply, and his attitude became much more respectful.

Shortly after, Poseidon's familiar voice came through the communication circuit activated at the conference table:

"Didn't I tell you to cultivate your character and restrain your desires in Prospero? What do you want with me?"

Poseidon feigned a pitiful posture, waved for Pedro to leave, and wiped away the tears he had squeezed out.

“You’ve made it big now, and you’re always talking about the emperor! You don’t even recognize your poor brothers, and I can’t even get you out of this jail. Your son is still thinking about how to keep your eldest son alive, and you don’t even have the slightest attitude.”

The Emperor responded sternly: "The best approach was to prevent him from getting involved until now. You've seen for yourself how severe the conflict between the warp and the real world is! How turbulent the entire galaxy is right now!"

Poseidon sobbed a few times and whimpered:

Why are you yelling at people so loudly?

Rumble!

A sudden clap of thunder startled Poseidon, who quickly regained his composure and sat up straight.

"Haha, my dear little brother, I was just joking with you to help you relax."

"Let's get down to business. You need to keep a close eye on your fourth son. What he's doing right now is very dangerous."

Poseidon mentioned this place with great seriousness:

"Shouldn't he have set up his biological lab in his hometown? Why send it here? I suspect he was aware of the warp's influence on your sons. But it shouldn't be like this either, can't Olympia see that thing too?"

The emperor remained silent for a moment, then replied:

"It's probably because he wants to get your psionic power for free. After all, the fourth brother knows I won't help him, so he has to research it himself. I'm the most powerful psionicist, so he can only look for the most powerful one besides me. Besides Magnus, it's you."

Upon hearing this, Poseidon couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"So, I've become this famous, and my strength is considered second only to yours!"

Perhaps it was because he was talking to his older brother, and no longer needed to maintain his imperial status, he, not one to shy away from a good show, spoke up:

"Yes, Magnus went around telling his brothers that he had a new teacher who liked to reproduce with non-human beings. Forgive me for using such a blunt language."

Poseidon didn't seem to care, knowing that his younger brother's words were exaggerated.

Aside from a bit of arrogance, his apprentice Xiao Ma is actually not a big problem.

He is a true wise man and would never gossip!

Poseidon coughed twice, then returned to the main topic:

"Ahem, what I mean is, what if your fourth brother succeeds? Or what if he finds out about the malice of the subspace before you and reveals it to the other brothers, thus disrupting your plans?"

The emperor said decisively:

“I will arrest Peturab before this happens, and whip, interrogate, and toughen him up! Until I am sure he has not been corrupted.”

Poseidon said disdainfully, "How ruthless! Wait, how come you're so skilled at this? Have you already done this to someone?"

He looked flustered: "You absolutely mustn't do that to Xiao Ma! I swear, my apprentice is very well-behaved; he's never mentioned any of that malice to anyone. Xiao Ma is inherently proud; doing this to him will ruin the child!"

Although Magnus was not very respectful to him, he still called himself his teacher. Poseidon was unwilling to let Nyus's wicked hand corrupt one good nephew after another.

The emperor had not expected Poseidon to have such an attitude, and asked in bewilderment:

“You see, my sons are not like Aaron; they cannot even be considered human. Each of them has their own character flaws. Yet you believe they can be your students.”

Poseidon, unable to contain his anger, cursed:

"Whether they are human or not has nothing to do with me. As long as they are willing to be my students, that's enough. You know I have a very open definition of a person. Besides, you yourself called them 'my sons'?"

"But how do you treat them?"

"Damn it, I'm hanging up. Anyway, I've informed you properly. Once you figure out a way to completely extricate that warp woman from me, I'm coming to Terra to personally beat you up!"

Poseidon slammed his fist on the table in anger, until his hand ached, and then hung up the call.

Outside the hall, far away, Pedro resolved to reconsider Prospero's opinion of this Primarch teacher and His Majesty's brother as a good-for-nothing.

Poseidon dared to slam his fist on the table at His Majesty!

Wait a minute—after the Great Crusade ended, Prospero, and even their Primarchs, had the greatest leverage to claim their rightful share of the Empire's vast territory!

They have made a claim!

With the full support of his imperial brother, in the past, he would have been considered an old prince!