Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Xiao Mo turned and left, not giving these people a chance to continue their entanglement.

Helios turned back to Aaron, stopping Angron from climbing into his arms and sending him out to find a local farmer.

"Xiao An, haven't you always wanted to find delicious food from all over the world? Go and see if you can make something good from local ingredients."

Helios pushed Little An out the door and hurriedly came back, trying to comfort Aaron, who might be disappointed by Little Mo's reaction.

But he found his nephew acting as if nothing had happened, looking around at his surroundings and even running to the window of the stone house to curiously observe the scene outside.

His carefree demeanor is quite similar to Neos'.

That's how my good younger brother is; he never fights with his family.

"Wow, that scared me to death. I thought you would sigh sadly and complain about your brother being naughty."

With Xiao An and Xiao Mo no longer in the house, and only the unremarkable Aaron who didn't have anything scary inside him, Helios finally relaxed a lot. Even his tone of voice became more relaxed, and he just lay down on the ground.

Aaron didn't feel anything strange; he had been killed by both Loka and Little Pei in the beginning, so it was normal.

It would be strange if Xiao Mo didn't take action.

Moreover, after killing him only once, Uncle Helios came to explain, and Little Mo only warned them not to interfere with his plans.

So they didn't do anything more.

This shows that persuading Xiao Mo is much simpler than persuading Xiao Pei.

Helios tossed and turned on the ground, feeling uneasy about something:

“I heard that after Xiao Mo came here, he was raised by a warlord. I suspect that he suffered some kind of psychological trauma when he was a child.”

"Just like your dad, when Erda first found him, he also looked miserable, like he had lost his parents. But don't worry, Neos has been with us for a few years and has returned to normal."

Aaron asked curiously:

"Then I should leave you after things return to normal. Is it because I stayed with you for too long that I've become like this?"

Helios looked resentful and muttered to himself;

"No way, this is just your dad's true nature. This naturally evil brat has corrupted us instead."

Helios could not possibly admit this; Neos could only be born evil!

Aaron laughed heartily, helped his uncle up, and said with satisfaction:

"Now I believe you're doing alright in Barbarossa, and haven't suffered any mistreatment. Your attitude remains the same. By the way, I remember you eat raw food; are you getting used to the food here?"

Helios gave a few bitter laughs, his face contorted as if he had deliberately sculpted a cowhide into many wrinkles, and it took him some time to calm down.

He pointed to his gleaming body, lifted his shirt, and gestured for Aaron to touch his stomach.

It was a fiery place, like a furnace of the sun, capable of purifying some of the impurities.

"Strangely enough, when I defeated that demon in Macedonia, I was surrounded by filth, and it seemed that some of my body's instincts were activated."

Helios began to describe his condition and changes; he looked much stronger than before, though only in appearance.

Because it has already stood firm amidst the filth of the Lord of Corruption, it is only slightly smelly.

Therefore, the harsh environment of Barbarossa, haha, is nothing more than a little hardship.

"Then I won't worry about you. With Xiao Mo taking care of you, you won't suffer like Uncle Poseidon."

Aaron felt a pang of sympathy for him. Apart from the poor living conditions, Uncle Helios had not suffered any other hardships.

On the contrary, Uncle Poseidon, who also arrived at this time, suffered day and night.

Every time Prospero carefully studies the warp, he is invaded by the Lord of Pleasure.

However, the good news is that it only invaded Poseidon, so there's no need to worry about Prospero turning into some kind of Slaanesh palace.

"Wait, what did you just say, Poseidon!"

Helios suddenly came to his senses. He vaguely remembered that Poseidon had been sent to this time before.

However, after arriving in Barbarossa, I didn't think of it for a moment.

Aaron's mention of it today greatly excited Helios; he was no longer alone!

They, the immortals, have a way of communicating, but they just happened to forget about their family.

When Helios first arrived at this time, he tried to contact Hades and Apollo, but failed, thinking that the means of communication had been changed over the long years.

Now, suddenly learning that there is a good brother who has shared joys and sorrows with me, the feeling of joy is indescribable.

It's like the unlucky guy who was punished by being made to stand outside the classroom door. When he went out, he saw his best buddy already standing there, casually putting his hands in his pockets.

"I'll go find him right now!"

Helios jumped up, laughing and joking all the way, his limbs twisting and swaying as if he had gone hysterical, making him unbearable to watch.

Aaron raised his hand, trying to say something to clarify Uncle Poseidon's problem.

So that Uncle Helios might also be targeted by the Lord of Pleasure when he makes contact.

The next moment, Helios, seemingly insane, turned around again, leaning against the edge of the doorway, his smile terrifying:

"By the way, leave Xiao Mo to me. Don't worry about his psychological trauma or childhood fears, let me handle it. You just live your life in peace. If your mother knew that I would still be causing you trouble 30,000 years from now, she would tear me apart again."

Aaron shook his head helplessly and sighed:

“Uncle, you said before that you had a psychological trauma related to Uncle Poseidon. Be very careful, there is now an immeasurable distance between you, and even the time scale is distorted because of it.”

Helios maintained that terrifying smile, simply nodded, and moved his head back.

It looked as if some hand was holding his head and moving it horizontally, rather than following his spine.

Even if he had been provoked, the so-called meeting an old friend in a foreign land shouldn't have led to this situation. Could he have really gone mad?

Aaron was still worried and decided to go and see what was going on.

He proceeded cautiously, first glancing at Angron, who was jumping around by the campfire, and then looking at Mortarion on the distant tower, who seemed to be plotting something.

The two younger brothers had nothing to worry about for the time being, so they focused on following Uncle Helios forward, only to find that he was heading towards the area with the most severe pollution.

The pollution in this world does not originate from a single source; the artifacts buried in various places may be remnants of calamities left over from thousands of years ago, but none of the people of Barbarossa are able to deal with them.

Even the warlords could only coexist with it.

Over time, life itself found a way out; although painful, at least one could still live.

Aaron didn't need to be too restrained in his movements, because Uncle Helios had become so insane that he didn't care about his surroundings at all. Under the horrified gazes of the villagers, he personally arrived at a polluted spot and began selecting treasures from it.

Yes, Helios looked at those contaminated devices with the same adoration Angron would show for his carefully selected ingredients.

He was practically spitting out a mumbled sentence from his throat:

"my darling!"

It seems that Uncle Helios was stressed by Uncle Poseidon's name. He remembered that Uncle Helios's stress response to food was caused by witnessing one of Poseidon's actions.

It seems that the sun god is preparing to retaliate against the sea god by finding some good local products from Barbarossa to send to Poseidon.

I wonder if Uncle Poseidon could accept toxic devices; perhaps they would be even more exciting?

Aaron shook his head and finally saw Uncle Helios pick up a clump of mud of unknown origin and hold it in his arms.

His brain began to burn, not as an instinctive burst of psychic energy, but as a voluntary, explosive burst that engulfed his long hair, resulting in a collision of the most fundamental energy particles in the universe!

In short, she dyed her hair.

That's how it was for psionicists of my father's generation; their hair was their defining characteristic.

Rather, it was not fabricated by later generations based on its representative elements.

Aaron keenly sensed that these psychic energies were for communication purposes, and that there were several specific energy frequencies, much like recognizing a brand name.

Is this how the immortals find each other?

He wrote down these frequencies so he could write to his mother later.

Before long, he saw these frequencies begin to soften, corresponding one by one, until they were fully coupled with a certain frequency, and a familiar, unrestrained voice rang out:

"Apollo? No, you're here too! Hahahaha!"

"Who can escape the wrath of God? Hahaha, I knew you guys would be unlucky to run into the Neos family! I thought that idiot Helios would be sent over first."

Even Helios's madness paused, and he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth:

"I am Helios."

Chapter 400 Slaanesh, Join the Group Chat (3K)

Silence is like the wind blowing through the garbage dump tonight, freely passing through people's nostrils, its rotten and decaying smell strangely sweet, even causing the roots of the nasal hairs to shrink.

"I was talking about Apollo, the sun god. I've disliked him for a long time."

Such perfunctory words came from the other side of the light.

Helios sneezed, stating the facts:

"Achoo—cough cough, I am the sun god."

The blue-gold light before Helios shifted and distorted several times before finally remaining silent, relinquishing the initiative without uttering another word.

However, these little incidents did restore Helios's frenzied state somewhat, making him look like a normal person.

"Where are you? Try teleporting remotely and come find me. You owe me a favor, and it's time to pay it back."

Helios gritted his teeth and, suppressing his anger, made his demands.

Aaron, who was hiding to the side, perked up his ears and became alert. Uncle Poseidon owed Uncle Helios a favor?

Was it some kind of old-fashioned grudge or feud? My father and mother rarely told me about these things.

Unfortunately, neither of them mentioned what this favor was referring to, so it seems to be a thing of the past that has faded away and there is no need to dwell on it again.

Poseidon then replied:

“I can’t use psionic teleportation right now, not to mention that our psionic abilities are not as powerful as Erda’s and Neos’s, especially in terms of teleportation on a cosmic scale. We had a friend who listened to Neos and went to the moon, but we don’t know where he ended up, and he hasn’t come back yet.”

Aaron was stunned. His father had done some stupid things before.

Sigh, I feel sorry for that uncle or aunt. I wonder how long it will take for this immortal to float back.

Aaron continued listening, and Helios became somewhat agitated again, sharply rebuking him: