Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Do you have any other urgent problems that need to be solved? I usually come to you when I'm not deliberately sleepy, which usually means you've encountered some trouble."

Ryan shook his head and said, "No, I think removing those things from my face just now has already solved my problem, haha."

Aaron was still a little worried, so he gestured for Ryan to lift him up. He then stood on the Primarch's shoulder and looked around. Sure enough, no danger was triggered, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Close your eyes, I'll try."

His action was simple: to make their heads collide.

The first time I successfully transported my younger brother's psionic projection to another time was because I bumped into Loka's head.

That was the beginning of everything.

Later, when I was sleeping and dreaming, Angron was always by my side, and I took Little Angron to the future many times.

He was thinking that if this approach had a stable success rate, he would bring Guilliman back to a safe place so that he could rest for a few days without any worries.

Who will do the work in the middle?

Wasn't it said that Father had already regained his senses at this time? If all else fails, send Little Pedro from 30,000 years in the future to 40,000 years in the future, put him in Guilliman's power armor to last for a few days, and that would fulfill Little Pedro's dream of taking control of the empire.

Let's see if he can still hold firm to his beliefs after going through all this.

As Aaron smashed his head against Ryan, even Aaron himself didn't expect that he could come up with such a plan.

From now on, when brothers meet, let's not make it a matter of bumping foreheads together.

With a crisp impact, Ryan felt a jolt to his head and felt somewhat dazed.

That's hard to believe. I am the original body, and although my brother is supernatural, he is still just a mortal. How could such an impact make me feel dizzy?

When he opened his eyes again, he instantly realized that he had successfully traveled through time, but the feeling was different from when he crossed the forest before.

Now his body is more like a newly created one, while the original body remains in the future.

Ryan subconsciously observed his body, and from a visual perspective, he had now returned to the height level of a normal human.

Moreover, his skin was healthy and natural, without wrinkles, and he had no beard on his chin.

He could even feel his long, light golden hair from his youth, falling naturally on either side of his head.

Ryan has transformed into a teenager.

Aaron pushed open the door and walked in, saying happily:

"It actually worked! That's fantastic!"

He embraced his brother warmly, and Ryan found it hard to refuse his hospitality.

He hadn't been able to express his feelings like this in a long time; the last time he was truly honest with his brother was with Ruth.

Neither brother expected that Ryan was thinking about Ruth, while Aaron was thinking about how to alleviate Guilliman's fatigue in this way.

I wonder if this could be considered a form of sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

Aaron quickly pulled Ryan by the arm and led him outside; it was just evening.

A banquet was being set up in the square in front of the temple hall. Apart from some bloodstains that were difficult to clean and made one wonder whether the food served was safe to eat, there was nothing else that was particularly disturbing.

The two brothers immediately spotted the old man, who looked exhausted and was slumped in a recliner, his face pale and weak.

After taking a shower and changing her clothes, Xiao An stood on a stool and massaged the old man's temples.

Aaron led Ryan straight over, then turned back carefully to make out their faces, feeling a little regretful.

He had to admit that Ryan looked basically the same as the old man, except that Ryan was younger and more like a human being.

When such handsome features were placed on the old man's face, it was an insult to that face. They looked exactly the same, except that the old man was a bit older, but the old man just looked ugly to him.

The moment Ryan saw his father, he almost instinctively knelt down on one knee, about to bow and pay his respects, but Aaron stopped him.

Then he watched as his older brother kicked the ankle of the unidentified humanoid creature on the recliner:

"Get up, old man, your son has come to see you."

Anda rolled over, groaning, "What did you bring this time? I haven't seen any hair loss."

He sat up and saw young Ryan. They stared at each other in disbelief, then remained stuck in an awkward position on the recliner, motionless.

"This, this, you took the boss—"

"Oh-"

Xiao An thought it was Ryan, the old man she had met before, and jumped off the recliner in delight, rushing into Ryan's arms. As a result, the old man lost his balance and tumbled down, his old face hitting the ground and leaving several bloody scratches.

Ignoring all that, he hurriedly got up and rushed to Ryan, pressing his hands on Ryan's shoulders and massaging them carefully before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"So it was a psionic projection, the old lion, not the little one. If Aaron really brings you back, there will be no one to do the work in the future. I have many plans that only you can handle."

When Aaron heard these words, he wished he could go up and slap him twice right now.

He had thought his father had gained some insight from seeing his other sons, but he never expected him to utter such absurd words. He quickly said:

"Xiao An, Father has mosquitoes on his face, on both sides."

Anglong knew his father disliked mosquitoes, and since he was nestled between his father and brother, he turned around and slapped them twice across the face. Holding up his bright red little hands, he boasted:

"Dad, look! I swatted those two mosquitoes so hard they were completely annihilated, not even leaving a trace!"

Anda silently released his grip on Ryan's shoulder, picked up Xiao An, and then kicked Xiao An away.

It was Llane who maintained the Primarch's reaction ability and intercepted Angron before it had flown very far.

From afar came Aphrodite's soft voice: "Who is this child? He's so handsome, and he looks just like you when you were young."

Chapter 463 Ryan: It's Time to Return to the Empire (3K)

Wherever the goddess of beauty is, especially when she is watching over her family, Erda, who has radar on, will appear.

The old mother simply picked Aphrodite up and threw her into the nearby bushes:

"What are you looking at? Neither my man nor my son, you can have either!"

The goddess was not to be outdone, shouting "Shrew! I was only being considerate of your family before, giving you some face."

The two sisters screamed and started fighting right away, tearing at each other's faces with their nails. Both sides were shrewish and fierce women.

Athena was the most composed; she raised her hand and pulled up the four-colored curtain to cover the battlefield.

To avoid the guests being unable to eat tonight because of this brutal scene.

Not long after, the two women, disheveled and dressed like female ghosts, emerged and silently tidied themselves up, regaining their composure.

Only then did Erda notice Ryan's presence, and a strange feeling arose in her heart. She exclaimed in surprise:

“Oh my, this child is exactly the same as you were when you were young, and even more strong and powerful, unlike when I first found you, you were like a skinny monkey.”

The elderly mother rushed over excitedly, took Ryan's hand, and touched his face with her other hand.

She didn't even need much explanation to understand that the handsome young man in front of her was indeed her son.

You can sense that in addition to the part of their genetic lineage that you share with yourself, there are many other things that you can't understand.

However, so far, these things haven't turned their sons into those inhuman monsters.

It might be a good thing, after all, having powerful abilities is the guarantee of survival or even expelling pollution from the invasion of the warp.

Needless to say, this son is handsome and dashing, and looks like a perfect hero.

Having a son like Aaron is already a blessing, but Erda needs more outstanding sons to prove that Aaron is not an isolated case, but that their genes are just that perfect.

To avoid being gossiped about behind their backs, who might say that fate had rejected them as inhuman and had given them a good son to balance things out.

Anda, on the other hand, was somewhat dissatisfied: "What do you mean I'm like a skinny monkey? It's because I didn't eat enough before, but I found out I can't starve. Here, let me introduce you to our son, the eldest, uh, the eldest among the Primarchs, Ryan."

"I don't know what Aaron did. Last time we met Dorn, it was Makado who helped, but this time you brought him back all by yourself?"

The old man glanced at Ryan's face, which resembled his own, with a hint of jealousy. Ryan's long, pale blonde hair was so perfect that even his own hard-won black hair seemed less appealing.

No, we'll have to adjust the gene sequence so that all these sons are bald!

(Makado: Actually, it was Aaron's power last time too.)

Erda, however, had few reservations and dragged this so-called leader into the crowd of immortals:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce one of my sons, Ryan—look how handsome he is, he's practically a carbon copy of a young Neos! I knew my judgment was right!"

"Oh, this is what Aaron brought back from his dream. You all know about Aaron's abilities."

Erda didn't forget to explain, lest people misunderstand that she disliked Neos for being old and inhuman, and brought back a meal replacement.

Everyone was surprised, but because of Angron's example, they were reassured and didn't think anything of it.

The immortals surrounded Ryan, also fiddling around.

Aside from the politeness and reverence surrounding Aaron, things became a bit noisy around Ryan, because even though he was human-sized, his muscular physique was quite astonishing.

I don't know which aunt or uncle grabbed me, and I have nowhere to turn for help.

Erda started chattering as she introduced these elders to Ryan, and out of politeness, Ryan could only respond to them. He had received some etiquette training and couldn't find anything wrong with them.

If Ruth were here, they'd probably be glued to their wine jugs, and everyone would be up all night.

In the distance, Anda picked up Xiao An again and sighed:

"Sigh, it's still not intense enough. In the past, when I accidentally got caught in a crowd, my clothes almost got ripped off."

Aaron failed to detect any jealousy in the old man's tone.

The old man chuckled and looked at Aaron:

"What, do you think I'm petty? Pshaw, Ryan is my son too, and he looks just like me. A son being well-liked by everyone is a father's greatest reward. It means that the genes and education I provided are recognized!"

Aaron's jaw nearly dropped when he heard these shameless words; he could hardly believe his father could be so shameless.

Xiao An puffed out her cheeks and asked, "Dad, have I made you proud?"

Anda was taken aback, looking at his youngest son's face, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

This son is somewhat special—

But I still pinched his cheek:

"Your existence is my greatest pride, Xiao An. No matter what happens in the future, I may change, but your family will always love you. Your Primarch brothers, your brother, will all love you."

He chose to leave, whether out of guilt or something else, it's unclear.

However, he quickly realized, "Wait a minute, even if something bad happens in the future, it hasn't happened yet, so what does it have to do with me now!"