Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"I can tell you just don't want to help me. My coordinates are clear now, and I have my psionic energy as a beacon; there are no difficulties. Do you expect me to complain to Erda? You tried to get Neo back then—"

The blue-gold light grew even more intense, almost materializing into a hand to cover Helios's mouth:

"No, no—stop talking! It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really can't come, you see—"

As Poseidon's blue-gold psionic energy communicated across the warp, it was gradually covered by purplish-black tentacles, accompanied by a faint wail. Many tentacles grew into grotesque versions resembling crab claws and shrimp claws, clamping down on or piercing into Poseidon's psionic projection.

"As you said—oh oh oh—I'm cursed!"

Those strange creatures looked like seafood living in a purple ocean. Helios initially thought that his brother was threatening him.

He simultaneously flaunted his newfound power.

He was a companion of Athena, an immortal being with two different psychic powers, and he never expected Poseidon to awaken as well.

After all, these powers seem to be integrated with Poseidon himself, perfectly in sync with his current state, and they are no longer distinguishable from each other, like an old married couple.

It wasn't until Poseidon's agonizing (not really) roar emanated from his very essence that Helios realized his good friend wasn't up to anything big.

Instead, he ended up being the one being played.

Poseidon had to restrain his psychic powers, maintaining only a position where communication was possible, and he needed to guide Helios's psychic powers to envelop his signal to prevent it from being leaked.

“As you can see, Helios, there dwells an incredibly terrifying being in the warp, whose gaze is constantly on me. Even just transmitting information is torturous for me. If you want to use psionic teleportation, you'll have to come to the palace of the evil god to save me.”

Poseidon's voice was desolate and mournful, as if he were in a lifeless Ediacaran world, a time traveler standing on a rocky land gazing at the cold ocean.

At this time, a urination may result in a relatively advanced biological structure.

(Adachi, still soaking in the lava: ? Tell me more.)

As the god of the sea, he had some feelings and memories about the power of the ancient ocean.

Perhaps it was through harmony with countless marine life that he acquired a number of genetic factors, enabling him to record and explore ancient processes.

Strangely, these feelings were powers that I gradually came to understand after being sent to Prospero, through my psychic discussions with Pony and the research of the entire psychic society.

At this point, Terra no longer had a sea, and instead began to feel the history that the ocean had carried in the past.

No, no, no, that's too far in the future. If we go back another five or six hundred million years, at least there will still be life there.

If we continue to go back to the ancient ways, are we supposed to go crazy over the earliest proteins that were born from lightning strikes or meteorite impacts on the ocean?

Poseidon, returning to his own thoughts and setting aside his exploration of the ancient sea, pitied Helios and said:

"Why don't you come over here? I happen to need someone to chat with. Neos has become powerful now, the emperor of all humanity in the galaxy, and he doesn't like us old brothers anymore. But I have a big plan. My apprentice and I are going to support one of his brothers, who is also our good nephew, in his efforts to become the new emperor. With your help, we're sure to make it happen!"

Helios asked, puzzled, "You mean you have a good nephew there too?"

Poseidon was about to nod in agreement when he realized, "Also? Holy crap, you have that too! Oh no, I know why we were sent here. This is the wretched Neos finding caretakers for his Primarch son to do all the work for free!"

Helios was startled. He had just been dealing with a corrupt demon in Macedonia when he was suddenly transported to this world full of poisonous gas and met his awkward nephew, Mo.

This is probably not something the Neos couple did on purpose; on the surface, it looks like the sun god manifested, possessing the statue to defeat the demon.

In reality, they're just trying to flatter him to death, making him work for this family for free!

Helios was filled with remorse. He shouldn't have been the one to step forward and steal the kill. He had kicked himself into the warp.

The two men, both suffering from the same affliction, longed to embrace each other face to face and cry their hearts out.

"It's not that I can't take care of children, but at least one as sensible as Aaron, or as young as Xiao An. What am I supposed to do with a grown-up like Xiao Mo? It's not me taking care of the child, it's the child taking care of me all the time, it's so embarrassing."

Helios wept and poured out his heart:

"My nephew never listens to me; I'm always the one following him around. How are things on your end?"

Upon hearing this, Poseidon smiled confidently:

"Hmph, didn't I just say that my good nephew is my student? I've taught him all my skills. My nephew's name is Magnus. He's a psionic genius with potential far exceeding ours. He has the potential to approach Neos's level."

Helios shook his head, his eyes brimming with tears, and said, "That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking how Little Horse treats you? At least say something that will make me feel better."

Poseidon sneered: "My nephew is very well-behaved. He always calls me 'teacher,' and he treats me with the utmost respect in their world. He receives the best treatment in every way."

Unfortunately, they can't get in.

Helios asked suspiciously, "Did someone just speak? What? Why can't I get in? Are you doing something disgusting again! You vile filth!"

Poseidon frowned: "No, who's talking? I quit a long time ago. For the past six months, I've been thinking about cutting off my thing. I don't need it anyway, and it's always attracting unwanted attention."

I have no interest in that; it's too fragile for me to satisfy.

Helios jumped up in fright, his eyes wide with terror, and looked around: "Who! Who is speaking!"

[Hahaha~] The gentle female voice chuckled softly. [At first, I thought it was the cursed one speaking to my lover, and I, being a dutiful wife and mother, dared not disturb them. But upon closer inspection, it turns out this golden light is just a showy facade, all show and no substance, a useless little rascal.]

Helios was enveloped in a brilliant golden light, his body even levitating, truly burning into a sun, dispelling all the surrounding filth, but the voice still echoed in his ears:

【My name is Salis. You are too weak, less than one ten-thousandth of the cursed ones, barely enough to be a meal substitute. Out of respect for you being my beloved brother, I will refrain from further ridicule. You two chat, I look forward to the day I can collect all the immortal humans and place them in my palace, so you can watch how I toy with Poseidon.】

The goddess, whose gender was unknown, chuckled and departed, leaving the two of them alone. She was still very virtuous, only making a brief appearance.

Helios felt the terrifying shadow depart, and he fell from the sky to his knees, covered in sweat and panting heavily, as if he had lost his soul.

"Was that your wife just now?"

Helios pieced together Salis's words and came to a startling conclusion: "So you want to cut off Little Bo because my sister-in-law is exploiting me too much?"

The blue-gold light in front of him became chaotic for a moment, then he chose not to explain and hung up the psionic communication.

How the hell am I supposed to explain this?! It might just make things worse, and without being able to describe it face-to-face, who knows what Helios will think of it!

What Poseidon didn't know was that, without explanation, Helios was clearly more envisioning.

My brother is the sea god, and his sister-in-law's psychic image is purple seafood; they are a match made in heaven.

Furthermore, they didn't mind letting their immortal brothers witness their mutual torment, which shows that they were kindred spirits.

This was the wife that fate had specially prepared for Poseidon!

It turns out that Poseidon's love is located 30,000 years from now. Before that, the lonely sea god could only wander aimlessly in the vast ocean, waiting for love to arrive.

Chapter 401 Aaron: My Fourteenth Brother is Invincible! (3K)

However, Helios regained his senses and realized that Salis was the one who had cursed Poseidon, as mentioned earlier.

Once the use of warp energy is involved, it will blaspheme and corrupt the essence of Poseidon.

Perhaps there is some love involved, but who knows if these subspace consciousness aggregates are even more insane than the immortals themselves? Their love is something the real world can't handle.

After contacting Poseidon this time, I was somewhat surprised because he also had a nephew there.

However, Helios felt quite pleased after learning that such a terrifying being was constantly threatening Poseidon.

Moreover, it's not even certain whether the little horse Poseidon mentioned truly regarded him as a teacher.

We're all communicating across half the galaxy, so what's the real story if we're just boasting?

With this in mind, Helios, having mentally prepared himself, became elated, stood up again, and looked around at the purified and disinfected device in his arms:

"Hmm, Aaron will take it back to Angron to make a chamber pot. I'll have to take good care of this little tyrant; he might come over one day and scare me."

Helios's abilities have evolved to the point where he can purify even the source of pollution, which is probably due to the progress he has made through his psychic training these past few days.

Aaron followed them all the way back to the camp, then pretended to be going the same way and caught up with them:

“Uncle, the lunch today was probably made by Anglong. I saw that he has already gone to the camp kitchen, so you don’t need to worry about hygiene.”

Helios glanced into the distance; his beloved nephew was still in the tower, having spent the entire day plotting.

Something's not right. According to the Primarch's intelligence, he has already gained the support of the Angus merchants of the Valley. Even if he starts from scratch and doesn't use his previous military forces, dealing with the nearby warlords would be a piece of cake.

Why is everything so slow lately? Could it be that some warlord has some secret weapon that's hard to deal with?

He nodded hastily, signaling Aaron to follow him and listen to what Mortarian was planning.

Aaron shrugged and said, "No need for that. Xiao Mo said he hopes we won't interfere with his plans, and I believe in his abilities. The younger brothers I've met before also conquered their worlds through their own efforts."

"And coincidentally, the father would descend from the sky when they accomplished this feat."

Helios muttered under his breath, "I knew it! This was all a trick played by your wretched father! He just didn't want to put in the effort to raise his son!"

Uncle changed the subject, patting his chest and saying:

"Don't worry, we're just listening in and won't offer any specific advice. Besides, Xiao Mo won't mind me being there. I've mentioned my plans several times before, but he always dismissed them, saying I wouldn't last a day outside. Hehe, so having me around makes him seem smarter."

Helios said this in a joking tone, not minding using himself to highlight his nephew's greatness.

Anyway, he really hopes that there are many tall people in the world he lives in, so that if the sky falls, someone will help him hold it up.

If the world were to degenerate to the point where a good-for-nothing like him had to save it, Helios thought he might as well just give up and lie down.

Aaron was led by the arm by Helios all the way to the tower.

Sure enough, Mortarian stood in front of the map, glanced at Helios, and then paid no more attention.

This useless person's idea is too far-fetched, naive, and childish; he is not up to the task.

If all the gods in heaven acted this way, with immortal bodies, they would only suffer in this world.

"As I just described, the early preparations are complete, and we can take Bell's fortress even without the help of the lands I have already conquered."

“Angus’s traveling merchants will provide us with an opportunity to infiltrate warlord Bell Morton’s terror fortress. If we plant explosives on the fortress gate and blow it open, we can move in from the inside and head straight for the fortress’s water source to destroy it.”

"Even if we can't defeat Bell in one fell swoop, it's enough to throw them into chaos. The warlords' order isn't very strong, and once the resources and power that maintain order collapse, they will fall into disintegration."

Mortarian has meticulously marked all the attack positions on the map. As long as the executors can achieve 70% of the plan, the overall objective will be achieved.

It can be said that Mortarian genuinely considered the differences between himself and ordinary people, and did not set these plans according to his own subjective opinions.

His wisdom was enough to convince the masses, and he was confident that ordinary people would strictly follow his plan, as smoothly as the meshing of mechanical gears.

“But, Mortarion—” The old farmer whom Angron had first met, Zedd, was also there. He looked somewhat nervous, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated:

"The plan is very well-thought-out. We all know that the guards at the fortress gates are arrogant and disorganized. We have personally witnessed this on the few occasions we went in and out to make offerings. It would be no problem for them to infiltrate the merchants and blow up the gates. But we have also heard that Bell has a type of soldier who is incredibly strong and can crush people just by running and ramming them."

“If they react quickly enough and you’re not there, they’ll block the door before we can meet up.”

“Once the gate is blocked again, we will face heavy firepower from the outside of the fortress.”

They were not afraid of sacrifice, but they could not ignore the enemy's superiority.

If Mortarian cannot appear on the front lines, then these ordinary people alone will suffer heavy losses.

They never questioned Mortarion's great achievement of conquering all of Barbarossa, but it was best to be cautious.