Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

But Guilliman and Aaron, as His Majesty's children, can kiss His Majesty on the lips, while I cannot do so.

"Then proceed as planned, sir. I'll provide backup outside. I hope the Pharaoh is sleeping soundly at this moment."

A slight smile finally appeared on Anda's lips, and he praised her greatly:

"Although there was a time when people said to be close to virtuous ministers and keep away from sycophants, I think life would be so boring without people around to flatter and obey me."

Damn it, I actually had the urge to suppress the urge to punch His Majesty in the face!

For a fleeting moment, Marum felt a sense of dread, clenching his fists and making a crisp cracking sound.

I couldn't tell if it was the sound of the power armor colliding or the cracking of my own bones.

Which corrupted Primarch's personality does this represent?

Is it still Fogrem? It seems that those who are easily praised and obedient are either Fogrem or Lord Saint Gilles.

Marum decided to clear his mind and stop nagging about His Majesty's fickle personality.

He probably knew why Forgrim's Legion was called the Sons of the Emperor.

Look, this is the real son!

The two quickly left the room. Anda, as if playing a stealth game, guided Marum to evade the patrolling guards and appear in various strange locations.

Especially those walls that seem to have no gaps at all, but you can still climb them!

Finally, they bypassed the layers of guards and arrived at the Pharaoh's residence.

This was originally the residence of the Lord of Lavist, and now it is to be offered up as the Pharaoh's palace.

Gert, the captain of the Lavist city defenses, was the man who witnessed the monster's appearance, was riddled with bullets by Astartes, and was personally ordered by the Emperor's eldest son to fulfill his duty of evacuating the people.

He is currently personally on night duty.

Adachi stood in the shadows and said regretfully:

"For a time, Olpeson was willing to stay up all night to protect me. At that time, I still had many friends. Although none of us were human, at least we could still have fun together."

Marum thought that His Majesty was starting to reminisce about life again, and that his "Daily Records of the Emperor" had new material, so he quickly steered the conversation:

"My lord, what have your immortal companions done in the past?"

When a leader is about to reminisce about their life, it's a good opportunity for subordinates to subtly flatter them and guide them to recall past glories.

Anda suddenly became alert, turned around, and asked with a serious expression:

"Why are you asking these questions? This is not something you should know, Marum. Our main objective tonight is still to get the necklace. The time for storytelling is far off."

Since Anda was so serious, Marum had no choice but to give up. It seemed that he was still not good enough and had not been able to arouse the leader's desire to speak.

Little did he know that the first time Olpeson stood guard for Anda was because of a little game played by the immortals on the vast African continent.

Climbing a tree trunk of suitable height within the lion pride's hunting territory, completely naked, they watch what spots passing nocturnal predators will gnaw on.

That's right, the immortals were that bored back then.

Then Anda cheated by having Olpeson stand guard at a distance.

This kind of dark history can only be told to one's future grandchildren, well, grandchildren born of blood relatives.

Not a "grandson" like Astartes.

After the guards left, Anda walked directly to Gert, raising his head confidently:

"Hey kid, move aside, we're just grabbing something and leaving. You've seen the devil's face, you know how dangerous those things are."

Gert looked horrified and recognized who the person in front of him was.

He had personally witnessed Anda standing at the edge of the arena, bathed in golden light, and then those who had spread fear were calmed down.

Then he lost many memories, and even mistook two people who could not possibly be priests for priests.

Only he knew the truth about all of this. This god-like figure, as if with a twisted sense of humor, did not alter his own memories or perceptions.

These past few days have made Gert feel as if he has been separated from everyone else, as if there is a sad barrier between him and others.

He was about to speak, but before he could utter the words "the man with that donkey," Marum, who was right behind him, covered his mouth.

"Keep calm and don't let anyone in to disturb us."

Marum said in a low voice, “This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this to blackmail mortals.”

Anda walked into the Pharaoh's residence without looking back, heading straight for the Pharaoh himself, humming as he went;

“Necklace, necklace, I still need to give you a name. Sigh, if it weren’t for Guilliman, I would sometimes really need this thing.”

"While it wasn't enough to completely overshadow me, it also won't let my charm bother me like it does now."

Adachi walked in the courtyard like a lively young boy, his steps were cheerful, and his soft hair flew around in a messy manner.

Several guards hiding in the shadows let Anda in as if they were blind.

Such a handsome young man must have been summoned by the Pharaoh for his own enjoyment.

They knew what to do; their past experience told them not to disturb the Pharaoh's enjoyment, or they would be the ones to suffer.

This person appears unarmed and frail, making it highly unlikely that they would pose any danger.

There are also bodyguards inside.

Anda hopped into the Pharaoh's room, a large room with ornate decorations and a distinctly Athenian style.

The bed is supported by pillars on all sides, with light gauze hanging down.

Several maids stood respectfully in various places, heads bowed and eyes lowered, without moving.

The Pharaoh himself was sleeping peacefully on his soft bed, his eyes relaxed, without a trace of worry.

He was all alone; no one was in his arms.

Anda moved with light steps, wanting to take advantage of the moment before people realized what she was there for, quickly lifted the veil chain, untied the pharaoh's necklace, and got up to leave.

However, the moment he turned around, he saw something that disgusted him utterly.

She was a dancer whose gender was difficult to determine; her skin had no tattoos, yet she still gave off a bewitching aura.

“Nyos, I have waited for you for negative ten thousand years. You should know that your precious son specifically asked me to prepare a throne for you. Our child, no, our three children, will become the most dazzling and beautiful existence in the future galaxy.”

The dancer approached step by step, her light movements and agile body not contradicting each other. She tiptoed, twisted her waist, and came to Anda's side, extending her white hands to cup Anda's face.

His arm skin was white, even clear, and you could see the purple veins and lines.

"Clap clap clap!"

Applause came from another direction; it came from a scholar carrying a heavy book.

"Nios, don't worry, that stupid guy who only knows how to fight and kill, and that fat guy, are not here."

“You’ve stolen a lot from us, Neos, but we’re still willing to make peace with you.”

Anda calmly put away the necklace, then carefully took a few steps back to avoid the dancer pressing her body against him.

“I’m already married and have a great son. I don’t think things will work out between us.”

The dancer involuntarily turned around, her back to Anda, and leaned lightly against him, raising her arms high and twisting them to wrap around Anda's neck, while bringing her face close to his.

He can simultaneously become petite and dependent, or tall and imposing to satisfy his desire for conquest.

Anda retreated further and further, almost to the Pharaoh's bedside:

"Don't come any closer, you filth! Your filthy body is a desecration of me! I'm going to saw you off from the feet up with a chainsaw sword, sideways!"

The dancer twisted and turned again, sitting on the ground with her torso facing backward, raising one leg high and waving her toes in front of Adachi:

"That sounds like a good idea, we can give it a try."

"Ugh—" Adachi couldn't help but gag from the nausea. The scholar kindly approached and handed him some papers containing records of unknown history.

“I am not like Salis, Neos. We can enter any historical era and the development of any race’s civilization to study these wonderful developments and changes. We will become best friends, even if you want to rip my head off more than 40,000 years from now.”

The scholar sincerely invited Anda to take a trip with Him, the first time in the history of the corrupted heaven that such an invitation was made without any malice.

He truly longed to travel with the wisest among humankind, exploring the past and future, and gaining insight into the wonders of the world's myriad changes.

In that era of forty thousand years, He was able to hold firm to such a belief, without any evil intentions, and still made enormous concessions.

Then Anda slapped him across the face, knocking his scholar's hat and the book from his hand, all the while cursing:

"Get away from me, you're more disgusting than Slaanesh."

Seeing the scholar's disheveled appearance, the dancer covered her mouth and chuckled, saying with a smile:

“It seems I’m not the one Neos hates the most. We can take a trip, my love. We can go back in time, before all the stories happened, and leave all this chaos behind.”

Two of the four gods were willing to offer their purest selves to become close friends with the Lord of Darkness.

They simply couldn't stand the sight of their companions standing on the table shouting and yelling while they played chess.

Chapter 90 Aaron, go and kill Slaanesh (3K)

As the two deities approached, threatening and intimidating, the scholar straightened his clothes, his eyes gleaming with wisdom:

"You stole a lot of our things, but you haven't returned a single one."

The dancer clutched her chest, looking pitiful.

You have to repay it with your heart.

The world could be a giant boomerang, something Anda was already prepared for.

However, the boomerang returned a little too quickly.

No, it wasn't even before he threw it; the boomerang of the future had already hit him.

He stammered, wondering what merit he possessed to have two subdimensional deities personally manifest themselves. The dancer's scent, in particular, made him want to sneeze.

“Um, you two, you’re looking for the Emperor of Man, the Dark Lord, right? I am Anda Will, not the Neos you’re talking about.”

"I don't owe you anything at all."

At this point, Anda even became more assertive, pushing away the dancer who was practically clinging to her:

"I haven't even stolen it yet, the item hasn't even reached my hands, you're not keeping your word!"

The scholar burst into laughter and tore the book in his hand to shreds.