Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Adachi then became sullen and made a self-deprecating remark:

"I think I understand why I will use genetic technology to create Primarchs in the future."

"Manufacturing is just too exhausting."

After venting his anger, he looked at Marum's expression and joked:

"By the way, if you're willing to get married and have children in this era, Marum, I can try to modify your body. Your functions will just be shut down, not deleted."

Marum looked proud:

"My lord, until humanity unifies the galaxy, my only mission is to fight!"

Anda looked at him with disdain: "I must be crazy. Not only did I create so many sons with such different personalities, but the soldiers I use to fight are all incredibly stubborn."

"Never mind, let's hurry up and find something to eat. I'll go see why Aaron hasn't gotten up yet. Judging from his schedule, he probably had some trouble in his dream."

“When his brother was going to suffer, Aaron was very anxious. But when I was going to suffer, he treated me differently and would only help me after he saw me suffer.”

Out of the meticulousness expected of an Ultra Warrior, Marum couldn't help but remind and correct him:

“Master, you were the one who often went out of your way to endure those hardships.”

Adachi is petty and will seek revenge on the spot if he has a grudge.

"Because of what you said, I've decided to make Guilliman suffer a bit."

Marum then hurriedly left. Recently, his tolerance for the master had indeed increased, leading to a lot of unrestrained speech and behavior.

This led to the overlooking that the current master's opinion could potentially influence the future father.

After seeing Marum off, Anda strolled over to Aaron's room, reached out and picked up the sleeping Angron, patting his little head.

My neural activity is normal; I didn't dream.

That's strange, because it means Aaron didn't take Angron to see his brothers.

Once Anda confirmed this, he casually hoisted Angron onto his shoulder, keeping him for later use, and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching the sleeping Aaron.

That beautiful face embodies the belief that everyone can achieve happiness through their own efforts.

They deserve praise in any era.

Anda spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he were chewing on dry riverbed sand:

“I’m warning you, get lost. If you dare to control my body, I’ll make you wet the bed on the throne.”

The black mist, which was about to completely engulf one of the pupils, slowly stopped:

"Just let me see him sleeping. I've forgotten so much. Our humanity is so shattered."

Adachi muttered to himself:

"Get lost. Or should I find some memories of our first love to reinforce that impression?"

Black King smiled: "That's not necessary. You don't love her at all. It's just because that girl was the first to give you food and water and greet you with a smile after you got lost."

"Before, you were afraid and doubted your own power, and everyone thought you were a freak. But that girl was kind by nature and gentle to everyone, and you thought it was only for you. Hahaha, that's hilarious."

Anda clenched his fist, and one of his eyes turned completely black, which meant that they had exchanged half of their body control.

Then, Anda firmly awakened Angron:

"Xiao An, pee now."

Rubbing his eyes, Anglong was still groggy and unconscious, but he subconsciously obeyed his father's words.

These liquids were sent to the Golden Throne; that stuff is waterproof, so it's not a big problem.

The Black King asked in confusion, "According to my simulation of human nature, should I feel angry now?"

Adachi mocked:

“You’re nothing but a hypocrite, just like the emotions you mock about me. Even your desire to see Aaron, to see my son, is all fake.”

"Hahaha, I'm so glad. Today we've finally proven that you and I are not the same thing."

The Black King finally fell silent, neither stopping the insults nor intervening. Instead, he pondered as a god, and ultimately asked:

"No, that's not it. I believe that even if our human forms don't shatter in the future, I will still mock you like this."

"But I can't tell whether this is real or fake. As you said, this is indeed simulated emotion. No, you are me, you can't escape it, you have already thought about it from my perspective."

Anda raised half of his body, examining it closely.

His gaze shifted, and he simply stared quietly at his child's face, without uttering another word.

A few minutes later, the black king disappeared.

Anglong peed all over Anda.

Those polluting acts have 40,000 years to stop, which can be done whenever a future emperor thinks of it.

In other words, this action was prevented.

Enraged, Anda stood up, grabbed Angron, and charged toward the nearby river.

"I've never seen you drink so much water before, ugh, it's disgusting!"

Anda jumped into the river with Anglong in his arms, but couldn't help smiling.

Angron asked in a daze:

"What is Dad laughing at?"

Adachi felt the water washing over his skin, without even realizing it:

"I don't know, but I'm really happy. Oh no, I was going to wake your brother up to see if he's encountered any new trouble in his dream."

Anglong's swimming style was much more graceful than Anda's, he muttered:

“Dream? Last night I seemed to vaguely see my brother talking to someone, but I didn’t get close. There seemed to be a blackish-gray pyramid that shimmered with green light.”

"There are still many skeletons."

Anda suddenly climbed out of the water, his face full of surprise and uncertainty:

"What the hell? A skeleton? Damn it, get back here right now, I need to ask you something!"

This was the first time Anda had taken the initiative to exchange with the Black King, to clarify what their future "flowing fate" was going to encounter.

The Black King grants his every wish and possesses him again:

"How long have we been separated? Hahaha, I know what you want to ask, but unfortunately, I don't really understand what those space undead are thinking either. Yes, they don't have heads."

"Trust Aaron, he'll solve the problem, and so will Guilliman. Everything will be alright. Can things get any worse than the current state of the Empire?"

The Black King comforts his past self:

"If you want, you can go to Egypt and dismantle some of the pyramids to vent your anger."

Seeing that the Black King had not provided any valuable information and that his speaking style was becoming more and more like his own, Anda became even more furious and plunged back into the water, intending to drown himself.

Unexpectedly, the Black King, controlling Anda's body, struggled to endure the pain of water rushing into his throat and spoke:

"I have been sitting still for thousands of years, and any impact on my bodily functions is a wonderful enjoyment to me. Experiencing the feeling of drowning is more comfortable than listening to the prayers of trillions of people."

And so, after watching his father plunge into the water, Anglong clutched his own neck, preferring to suffocate rather than surface, wondering if it was some new form of entertainment.

He vaguely sensed from his parents a kind of play called suffocation.

Ah, Dad is so good to Mom, he got up early this morning to practice this.

As the nearby residents began their daily lives, Angron's playmates spotted their leader in the water and gathered around to ask what he was doing.

Angron shouted, "I'm waiting for my dad to surface!"

Chapter 326 Aaron Enters the Spirit Exorcism Dead Zone

Angron's friends wanted to go into the water too, but Angron stopped them:

"Stay on the bank and don't come down! My brother said little kids shouldn't go into the river."

He ignored his father, who was still drowning in the water, and swam ashore on his own.

The others asked, "Boss, you're younger than some of us, how are you able to go into the water?"

Angron chuckled, grabbed a tree trunk by the roadside with one hand, and lifted it up:

"Once you have that strength, then naturally no one will care."

The group then pointed to the river and asked:

"Boss, your dad's been in the water for so long and hasn't come up yet. Should we call someone to come and help?"

This is a life-or-death crisis; it's not something to joke about.

Angron, however, kept everyone there and explained:

"You don't understand, this is my dad practicing holding his breath. He'll float to the surface on his own in a bit."

He had barely finished speaking when he heard his playmates exclaim in surprise. Sure enough, they saw their father's body floating out of the water, his face pale and swollen, drifting downstream.

"Boss, your dad's dead!"

Angron, hands on his hips, said proudly:

"I saw it! Forget whether he's dead or not, tell me, didn't my dad float up from the water?"

The playmate became increasingly panicked, suddenly realizing that the leader he had recognized might be some kind of evil child reincarnated, possessed by a ghost or spirit.

Some of the more timid children even started crying, thinking that their fathers had fallen into the river and drowned, and were now floating up, not knowing where they were going to drift away to.

More than 40,000 years later, in an unknown star sector.

The great sage Kaul was praying before a shrine. His bloated body was unable to kneel, so he could only display his mechanical limbs and metal, pleading for Omnissiah's response.

"Your Majesty, the Regent has been bogged down by the enemy for a long time. Even if a large-scale war does not break out, there is still a risk of the Primarch's death."

"We hope you can provide guidance to help us overcome this crisis."

He should have distinguished between Omnesia and the God-Emperor, but he spoke carelessly and addressed Omnesia as "Your Majesty."

"Fear of the Dead, Space Necromancers—"

The sound of gears clanging came from the bright red shrine in front of us, forming the aforementioned name.