Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

To provide a legitimate explanation for their future actions.

Chapter 337 Respect for the Elderly and Love for the Young: Aaron, Bloodhand Kane (3K)

"By the way, you can also find some human cultural and artistic works from different periods to show him, or create something from a first-person perspective, like a video game or something."

"If all else fails, see if you can turn your golden throne from a golden wheelchair into a golden bed, and solve the problem once and for all, so he can lie there forever."

Folber firmly remembered the teachings of these chiefs and took a further step forward in his mind.

Lying down forever? That would just turn you into a coffin.

"By the way, His Majesty still hasn't been able to catch any fish, even using the fishing rod that was initially found in Pe, in Peturabo's room, he still hasn't succeeded."

“We’ve tried it ourselves, it should be easy.”

Faubel still remembered the information his brothers in the Imperial Guard had given him and hoped to get answers from Aaron.

Your Majesty is the Lord of the Galaxy, a supreme being with unparalleled wisdom who has mastered all human skills. How could you possibly fail to catch a mere fish!

These fish are really uncooperative, kill them!

Aaron calculated the time, recalling the curse of the sea god that Uncle Apollo and Uncle Helios had mentioned before, which lasted for 30,000 years.

The father should have been able to catch fish long ago.

"Okay, please find some paper and pen, I'll write him a letter. This old man still needs to be coaxed, he's like a child."

Faubel was heartbroken; the suffering His Majesty had endured was unimaginable to the world.

However, even the returned Primarch, Robert Guilliman, could not offer His Majesty any comfort as a family member.

No one in the entire galaxy is qualified to care for their emperor, but everyone should.

Now, finally there is someone who cares about His Majesty. I imagine that the cold heart within those bones can find some solace.

Whether or not he had helped his younger brother, Aaron felt sleepy shortly after Guilliman left, knowing that he had to return to his original time.

"Go for it, Sicarius! Protect my brother. And remember, when you're out of bullets, call my name!"

Aaron's body gradually dissipated, but he didn't forget to give some final words before he left.

I've said these words three or four times during this dream journey, and I hope they'll keep them in mind and worry me less.

Before opening his eyes, Aaron felt a strange chill. Even though winter was approaching and the weather was getting colder, he was sleeping indoors.

How could there be such a noticeable cold wind blowing?

Could it be that the window is broken, or that Lao Wu kicked the door down?

Aaron sat up abruptly, tossing the space beetle and the undead head aside. He opened his eyes and looked around, feeling somewhat dazed.

He was not in his familiar bedroom, but lying in the courtyard, where a cold wind was blowing and several crows were cawing on dry branches.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves that hadn't been swept up in a long time, and some dust from outside had also blown in.

Everything was fine before I went to bed last night, but this sudden change in the scenery made Aaron wonder if his family had planned to abandon him and leave him alone in this place.

Only when he looked back at the recliner and saw the old man lying there in a carefree manner, covered in dust, did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep like a log and wouldn't come back to life for three days and three nights."

Anda's behavior at this point was relatively normal; at least he didn't act as if he were watching his son come back to life.

"Alright, once you're awake, hurry up and cook. Your brother went out for so long today and hasn't come back yet. I'm starving. I didn't even get to eat lunch."

Adachi urged him on, as if eating was the only important thing in life.

Aaron climbed up from the table in the yard, clutching his arm.

"It's a bit cold. Why did you decide to leave me outside?"

Anda pointed proudly at the sun, which could no longer provide much heat, and looked on with a pleading expression:

"Oh, I was just worried that if you fell asleep and left it indoors, it would smell bad. Putting it outside allows for ventilation, and the sunlight kills germs."

"Marum was borrowed by your mother, supposedly to organize or stop an assassination attempt. Damn it, how could my hard-earned super soldier do such despicable things!"

Anda felt increasingly uncomfortable. Although the Astartes was considered marital property, it was clearly more closely related to Mrs. Astartes.

So, is the income earned by the husband and his mistress considered marital property?

Nonsence!

He and Ms. Astartes were completely innocent, and besides, she didn't even think much of him.

He even remembered the look in the eyes of all the genetic scientists he had worked with, who ultimately stared at him with awe and even fear.

Many others couldn't handle the mental strain and jumped.

Fortunately, unlike Erda, they didn't take direct action. At least they preserved the research results to sustain humanity's precarious fate for the next ten thousand years.

Anda, lost in thought for a while, quickly snapped back to reality and lightly kicked Aaron's shin:

"Your dad is starving! Go cook some food!"

"Are you suggesting I transform into your younger brother and act cute towards you? Even though my charm has strangely disappeared, I can still use my psychic powers to transform."

As the old man spoke these words, his body began to compress itself into that of a child.

When it comes to playing pranks, Adachi is probably one of the few reasons that allows him to overcome his laziness.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked as if he had swallowed something strange. He hurriedly waved his hands, then stepped forward, pressed down on his father's shoulder, turned him around, and pushed him towards the bedroom.

"Don't disgust me. Just stay inside and I'll call you when it's ready."

Aaron was terrified. One day, Angron woke him up, but when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the old man's face.

Even worse, twenty-one younger brothers stood before him, each with a different build, but all with faces that resembled their father.

The thought of this scene is terrifying; it's downright horrifying.

Aaron has been cooking much faster these past few days. Although Angron isn't home, he's prepared quite a lot of ingredients.

While simmering, I also had time to clean up the debris that had been blown down by the wind in the yard.

While we're at it, let's fill the trough with food for the fifth child first.

When there's no one to manage things at home, the fifth son has to go hungry for several meals.

The old man never cares.

Before long, dinner was served. The old man was woken up and began to wolf down his food.

"By the way, Father, could you please try to improve your eating habits in the future?"

Aaron offered his sincere advice.

Adachi looked puzzled:

"Improvement? Improving means changing things for the better, but I don't think there's anything wrong with the way we're doing it now. Look how fast and clean we are. Even if there are some leftovers, those are the tasteless ones made by Anglong, but I've eaten all the ones you made."

"I know, you've grown up and are starting to look down on your old man."

Anda changed the subject abruptly, his expression turning disdainful.

It seems as if the person giving the advice is an unfilial descendant.

He was serious and earnest.

"Don't try to change me. I think it's fine as it is. In the future, all your brothers will be trying to kill me and give me advice, but I haven't changed even under those circumstances."

Well, there is no help.

Aaron took a deep breath, realizing he had left out a sentence for Fobel: "We should have pried open the old man's mouth to see just how tough he really is."

"Let's talk about something else, like what Marum did."

Adachi proactively changed the subject, and even had time to lick the plate clean.

"Or maybe you encountered something interesting in your dream. Why haven't you woken up for so long? Did you see Wokan?"

Did you receive the boxing gloves I sent you?

Aaron was puzzled and hurriedly turned around to look for the mechanical glove he hadn't finished, but it had already disappeared.

He hurriedly asked:

"You actually went so far as to pull out a hair and send that thing to the future?"

Adachi laughed heartily:

"Oh, what kind of relationship do we have? It's just a few strands of hair. It's strange that you didn't use it. Is there a difference between me delivering it and you delivering it yourself?"

If Aaron were to personally carry anything back and forth, he could arrive with the person.

If I were to offer to deliver something myself, it would be too late.

Aaron shook his head: "I don't know either, maybe we'll need it later."

"Oh right, look, this is the thing we came across."

He gestured with his chin, pointing to the two undead objects lying under the table.

He summarized and shared some of his discussions with Sicarius and Guilliman.

This caused Anda to burst into laughter:

"Hahaha," the old man slammed his hand on the table, "Why do you think robots have souls?"

"The necromancers are able to escape the contamination of the warp because they have no soul."

Aaron still hesitated, and said:

"Perhaps the undead just thought it didn't exist, and therefore the demons didn't discover it."

Adachi stopped his teasing and waved his hand:

"Anyway, it's someone else's business, why bother with so much? Those skeletons actually dare to try and seize my empire? No way!"

Aaron then asked:

"Anyway, Guilliman must have come up with some solutions. He went to see Sage Caul, and in the end, he might even cause trouble for you in the future."

Anda looked smug:

"Hey, I told you this family depends on me, and it's been tens of thousands of years, and it's still the same."