Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's just missing that a basin of water is poured over it right now, and under the afternoon sun, it would look very photogenic.

"Aaron, who is this person? How dare he speak so rudely and desecrate the master's sculpture with his filthy hands!"

Lesare looked serious, tugged at Aaron's sleeve, and asked nervously:

"Is he crazy? And why is he shaking his hair like that? That's dangerous; he could fall."

Quite unsurprisingly, Marum did not react to Leszare's rude remarks.

After all, His Majesty once described in the Imperial Truth that “speaking the truth should not be considered a sin”.

This can be considered the Ultramariner's firm belief in the old version of the "scripture," and Your Majesty need not praise him.

Aaron is different; after all, that's his father, so we still need to remind him.

"Father! Hold on tight, or maybe we should just let Marum come and get you!"

Upon hearing this, Anda decisively released one hand, using only the other as a foothold, hanging mostly from the statue, swaying in the wind, and singing a strange yet melodious song:

"Running with the wind, freedom is the direction~"

"Chasing the power of love and lightning~"

"I want to embrace the vast ocean within my heart."

Even the smallest sail can travel far!

Lessaré's face turned completely deathly still. He could hardly imagine that the madman on the statue, who was practically running around naked with disheveled hair, was the father of Aaron, such a good junior brother.

How was it born?

“Aaron,” Lessaré patted Aaron on the shoulder, “sometimes it’s normal for you to think of yourself as the son of Zeus, the king of the gods. With a father like that, I’d rather believe that Zeus is the father of a kind person like you.”

"It seems that he wants to pursue the power of lightning and drink an entire ocean into his belly. Indeed, only Zeus, the king of the gods, can do it."

Lessaré was filled with emotion and decisively turned back to persuade his fellow disciples not to get angry with people who were mentally disabled.

That madman is Aaron's good junior brother's father. For Aaron's sake, they should not pay attention to his insulting words and deeds towards the teacher.

After all, what's the point of reasoning with a madman?

Lessaré's words had a good effect; indeed, out of consideration for Aaron, the fellow disciples left with sighs.

They thought to themselves, if they had a crazy father like that in their own family, they would be too ashamed to face anyone.

And Aaron actually stood up to save others, which shows he was quite polite.

It's really strange that he doesn't hate this world.

Bang!

Anda made a graceful, fish-like descent into the shallows, which was caught by Marum.

It's like when a little kid is practicing swimming, the coach holds him up horizontally around the waist.

"Hey, hey, hey, where did everyone go? The pollution's all gone, they should be loving and praising me. I just saw so many people!"

Anda rolled off Marum's hands, hurriedly got up, and brushed the dust off his clothes:

"Aaron, tell me honestly, did you scare them away?"

Aaron simply focused on looking after Angron and went home.

"Father, didn't you say you really hate being the center of attention when you go out?"

Anda quickly followed, close behind:

"Oh dear, I hadn't noticed this before. It's so inconvenient not being able to get things done with my face. In order to improve our family's standard of living, I'll have to endure some hardship and make better use of my old face."

Angron's little face rested on Aaron's shoulder, and he shouted quickly:

"Not old at all, Dad isn't old at all, he's very handsome!"

Anda laughed heartily and blew Angron a kiss.

"I knew you had better taste than your brother. Children don't lie, Aaron, did you hear that?"

Aaron patted Angron on the back, shaking his head and sighing:

"Fine, Father, whatever you say goes. I can't argue with you. But where is Uncle Helios?"

"Given his personality, he should be scrambling to claim credit for saving the entire city today."

"Even his mother won't bother him lately, so why is he hiding?"

Anda tugged at the side of his trousers; some fabric had gotten caught in the seams of his clothes from the earlier movement.

He casually said, "He's gone to the future. He's always been trying to escape your mother's pursuit, so I'll see him through to the end. Just like your Uncle Poseidon, don't worry, it'll be fine. Immortals can't die."

"If we have to give an official explanation, it's that he jumped in himself, and I couldn't stop him in time."

When Anda said the last sentence, his tone was serious, not like he was lying.

It even mimicked Helios's hand, leaping up like a parasite, howling and striking the demon's true form in the warp.

This also allowed him to lock himself in.

After all, when Erda and Anda unleashed their psychic power at their immortal companions, it was practically like auto-aiming—it was a casual matter.

Angron whispered in Aaron's ear, covering his mouth with his hand:

"Brother, this time you're not lying, I can tell."

Aaron frowned: "He didn't have time to save him?"

Angron shook his head: "No, it was Uncle Helios who jumped in himself. I think it's probably because the demon was dying and Uncle and Dad wanted to get the honor of killing it."

Aaron turned his head and questioned loudly:

"Old man, you could have easily reached out and saved him!"

Adachi got angry, put his hands on his hips, and mimicked the act of urinating:

"How am I supposed to save him like this? I didn't even have time to react. Besides, he made such a big fuss, I thought he had some kind of trump card."

"So I didn't do anything, lest Helios later say that I ruined his moment of glory."

"Before I knew it, he jumped in."

Anglong quickly added, "That's true, but why would Dad, who was able to save him, have the thought of not trying to save him?"

Anda quickened his pace, moved closer to Aaron, and snatched Angron back, letting him ride on his shoulders:

"Goodness, how come you can also be a lie detector?"

He held Angron's hands and ran ahead, spinning around.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, this is actually a habit of many immortals. We rarely save our companions anymore, because we can't die anyway, and they might even be enjoying it. At worst, we can just be resurrected and see each other again."

"That's why I didn't realize that this danger was different from the past."

"But don't worry about your uncle, he'll be fine, and you'll definitely see him again in the future. But you won't see Aaron again."

Anda's tone suddenly became somewhat serious, making Aaron think that he was about to ramble on about six hundred years again.

Unexpectedly, Anda suddenly blurted out:

"Just think of Apollo as the sun god from now on. If you miss your Uncle Helios, just mention Apollo's name."

They happened to pass by a vendor's stall and overheard people gradually returning to normal life talking about:

Today, the sun god Apollo appeared, possessing the statue, and defeated the demonic giants released by Gaia.

Anda teased Anglon:

"You see, everyone says that, but nobody really wants to distinguish clearly. In the future, the wrong view might actually become the mainstream. Humans are such a strange race."

Marum drew further conclusions from this, and couldn't help but lament the unfortunate turn of events from the "Imperial Truth" to the doctrine of the state religion.

The family was in high spirits and prepared to go home.

There are still many supplies we bought before, and more importantly, Erda will be back tonight.

Anda needs to cultivate positive emotions and maintain the vitality of the seed of life!

If they can give birth to Aaron, then perhaps the other Primarchs won't need so many genes and so much technology to be born.

"You'll be cooking again tonight. Let Dad see what you've been collecting lately and what you can make!"

Anglong nodded, raising his hands and instinctively using them as drumheads to strike his father's scalp.

"I understand! I will definitely become a chef that makes Dad proud!"

Anda didn't mind, swaying back and forth as if he was about to shake Anglong off, then quickly changing direction and swinging him back.

If only it were sunset at this time, the reflection of the happy family would be stretched out along the road.

This is the road to a bright future, and hopefully it will never end.

Meanwhile, Master Diluwen, having stayed up too late the night before and being of advanced age, only woke up today.

When I opened my eyes, I saw so many people crowded in my living room, watching me wake up.

It was like seeing a dead person rise from the dead at a funeral.

Chapter 301 Ryan, am I the Savior? Anda's Fishing Competition

Ryan had no idea how many times he had dreamed of Angron.

Whether it was the raging demon or the blood-soaked, chained youth standing in the arena, his gaze blank, unsure of where to direct his fury—

Or, most recently, Angron with the childlike face.

He is happier than all the other Angrons.

There was an old bastard laughing loudly next to him, his voice just like that old man who had turned into a white-bearded old man and was coaxing himself.

"what--"

The aged Primarch exhaled a long breath and crawled out from the pile of corpses.

The merchant fleet assisting the Primarch in searching for the relics suffered heavy losses. If Ryan can find other merchant dynasties with contracts, he can organize another fleet search.

No merchant or ronin would refuse this deal, but the problem is that all the communication devices that Ryan could find around him have been destroyed.

I originally thought this mission wouldn't be too difficult, with only three angels of forgiveness accompanying me.