Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Reputation? Forget it, neither you nor we have that. Make a choice quickly!"

Scholars and dancers stood together, spoke in unison, their voices merging into one:

"Will you leave with us and enjoy a wonderful life, or will you stay here and endure that miserable future?"

Anda had almost retreated to the edge of Horus's bed when he finally managed to prop himself up against the barrier.

A mysterious smile appeared on his face:

"No, I want to choose both a good life and staying here."

Golden flames and lightning erupted in his eyes, causing his long, flowing hair to dance wildly, turning it a pure gold.

"You are all filthy, but I will surely fulfill my long-cherished wish!"

"Since the other two are not here, I don't mind wasting thousands of years to suppress you!"

The dancers grew increasingly excited: "Suppress! Suppress! Can we discuss the issue of upper and lower positions?"

The scholar's face showed some fear:

"Forget it then. I came here seeking change, not to be bound by you at this point. I'm outta here."

The scholar decisively left, leaving only the oblivious dancer still anticipating her encounter with the Black King.

“Let’s switch places. I can suppress you too. I’m willing to become your queen. This is the future Horus has envisioned.”

The dancer's fair skin was scorched by the Black King's golden lightning (don't worry about why it's golden instead of black). Each lightning strike made the dancer scream with excitement.

As He drew nearer to the Lord of Darkness once more, he gasped:

"If you need a father-son relationship, then that's even more suitable. You are the King of Darkness, and I am the Prince of Darkness—"

"Snapped!"

The Black King slapped the Dark Prince across the face, like an old father scolding his wayward, artistic son:

"Get out! When the 'end and death' of this era officially begins, I'll hang you up and whip you!"

The dancer covered her face, looking pitiful and dejected, and left the stage dejectedly.

"This is what you promised."

Since its "birth," Slaanesh has never enjoyed pleasure of the same level, and can only watch his subordinates have fun.

Khorne has no sense of fun, Tzeentch is not interested in it, and may not even have the ability to do so.

Only Nurgle, who considers the act of reproduction—the very act of giving birth to new life—remains.

No, that fat old man is too ugly.

Elsa is still suffering in His hands.

We must find an opportunity to organize a large army to storm the garden and snatch Elsa back!

The dancer finally left, no longer interfering, upon realizing that she would finally be in contact with the Black King, who was of equal standing.

After the two deities departed, the golden flames and lightning finally dissipated, returning to their original eras.

Only Anda remained, panting and covered in sweat, as if he had just engaged in some strenuous exercise, leaning against the foot of the bed.

The dreamlike murmur of "Horus" came from behind:

"Father, I learned about the history of the war between the three alien races today. Did I make you proud?"

A trace of sadness finally appeared on Anda's face, and he growled in a low voice:

"My son—"

He wiped the sweat from his face, and perhaps some tears as well.

Clutching the necklace tightly, Anda resolutely left.

He soon found Marum outside, and the two ignored Gert, who was cowering and trembling in the corner, and left.

Anda suddenly asked curiously:

"What did you do to that mortal? Why did he look so terrified? I don't remember Ultramarines intimidating civilians."

Marum responded in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, I only temporarily used some muscle stimulation to prevent him from speaking; he will recover during the day."

Anda responded with an "oh," and perhaps because the influence of Slaanesh still lingered, he casually asked:

"External stimulation, or something penetrating deep inside? Damn it, what am I even saying, you wretched Salis!"

"Alright, alright, we've already achieved our goal and gotten the necklace. Now let's go back and urge Aaron to find Peturabo and get the solution to the catapult puzzle."

Marum followed closely behind His Majesty, thinking that it was good that His Majesty hadn't asked why he had stopped a mortal from speaking.

Captain Gert just dared to ask Anda if the scene described in the play really happened when she was sold to the priest.

Marum was then greatly alarmed and hurriedly asked what was going on. It turned out that Dalette's civil servants were all very capable and had already written a script based on His Majesty's story.

Although it hasn't been performed yet, it has already spread throughout Lavist.

After all, cultural dissemination in the north has always been rapid, and people have always found it amusing to see such strange occurrences involving strangers.

It might even spread that:

“My ancestors were servants of priests, and I saw it with my own eyes—”

Tragic histories like these.

So Marum restrained Gert's throat muscles before Anda came out, and also disciplined his own heart, which had become strange due to too much contact with His Majesty, so that he did not say anything.

He was not breaking his oath or being disloyal to His Majesty, but rather preparing to speak only after Horus of this era had been defeated.

After all, he feared that His Majesty, in a fit of rage, would unleash a massacre in Lavist.

The future emperor might not care about these things, but the current emperor is the old bastard that Aaron calls Anda Will!

He can't take that risk!

I imagine my father would be very happy to know that I, as an extreme warrior, was able to handle situations flexibly and adapt to circumstances, thus preventing any disgrace to the imperial family.

The two, each harboring their own secrets, silently returned to their tent.

Aaron was performing a ritual dance, recalling the dance his mother had rehearsed in a temple in Macedonia.

He simply couldn't enter the time of Peturabo, so he even took the time to go to Loga's time.

Seeing that Luo Jia was angrily questioning Guilliman, who was leaning against the edge of the pool, and that the bathroom was too steamy, he knew he had to leave as soon as his brothers stopped fighting so he could go find Xiao Pei.

In the few sentences of conversation I overheard, it was Loka explaining something to Guilliman, but Guilliman was learning more slowly, so Loka became somewhat emotionally distraught.

Sigh, once the Pharaoh's problem is resolved, he'll go see Loka again and tell him to pay attention to his teaching methods.

Is there anything that their obedient and responsible brother Guilliman couldn't learn?

At worst, we can all sit together in a hot spring, drink fruit wine, and eat barbecue.

Seeing his father return carrying the necklace, with Marum behind him remaining silent, Aaron stopped what he was doing and took the necklace from his father's hand.

"Father, is this thing really useful? When it was on you just now, I didn't notice anything different about you compared to before."

The old father was as carefree as ever, his clothes were covered in sweat, and his hair was unkempt and disheveled.

Anda was still in a bad mood; the influence of Slaanesh had disgusted him greatly.

He suddenly looked at his son, his scrutinizing gaze making Aaron feel uneasy.

"Father, Father? What are you thinking about?"

Anda let out a long breath, went to his window and half-reclined, looking at Aaron, and said seriously:

"Son, I have an important task for you, but it's a long-term one, so don't worry too much about the urgency."

Aaron also became serious and said earnestly:

"What kind of mission is it? You're not finally going to tell me more about my brothers, are you?!"

Anda wiped his face, feeling that if he said those words, Erda might tear him apart.

But a son can help him survive for six hundred years, free from the interference of Sinja, making his father's life a little easier. Isn't that what he should do?

Anda quickly prepared himself mentally and began to speak:

“This has nothing to do with your brothers, it has to do with me. There’s a terrible demon that’s been harassing me, and I want to redirect its influence onto you. You hold out for me for a while, and once I’m free, I’ll deal with it.”

Aaron was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this:

"I thought it was about your younger brother. But I'm willing to share some of your worries. Your brothers' future enemies are either insects or demons."

"I've done my part to help them!"

Looking at her son's optimistic and cheerful face, Anda felt a little guilty.

Anyway, not every era has an end and death. Slaanesh will not be born until tens of thousands of years later. At most, his son will suffer a few times.

Moreover, if Slaanesh personally teaches him, Aaron shouldn't be so easily manipulated by women in the future!

Anda finally convinced himself and opened his mouth:

"Then it's settled. In the next few days, once we go to war with the Pharaoh, a demon will come directly to you. It has no ability to harm you materially or mentally; you just need to hold it off."

Aaron sounded a little nervous, took a deep breath, and replied:

"I understand. Come to think of it, I'm actually quite excited about being able to fight demons myself!"

Chapter 91 Xiao Pei Wants to Find a Husband Through a Martial Arts Contest

Marum, who had finished managing the household affairs and was preparing to help His Majesty change his clothes, didn't quite understand what His Majesty meant.

He didn't know that Anda had just been disgusted by Slaanesh, and thought that His Majesty wanted to cultivate Aaron's ability to fight demons in the upcoming turmoil.

As His Majesty's son, especially the firstborn son who is immune to warp corruption, Aaron will surely beat that demon to his knees!

Marum even felt a little excited at the thought of that scenario happening.

This was the first great battle the Emperor's son had ever fought against a demon (not counting the last time he was choked). He decided to record it in the "Daily Life of the Emperor," and even provided a scene sketch.

Extreme warriors can also draw. Sometimes, to prevent the information conveyed through language from being contaminated, the information conveyed through drawings becomes a substitute.

Unaware that he had been sold by his father, Aaron only felt that he had the ability to take responsibility and stand on the same side as his future brothers.