Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Guilliman quickly added, "I will make the arrangements. There are precedents within the Empire for naming weapons after Primarchs, such as Leman Rustank."

"I will prepare the weapons for Marum as soon as possible; miniaturization will take time."

Perturabo's figure was reduced to only his neck and above, while Aaron had completely disappeared, returning to the original timeline.

Perturabo's furious roar finally stopped in front of Guilliman:

"Leman Russ? Damn, that's a name I've never heard of! Could it be that we have more brothers?!"

"I can't answer—"

The sound stopped abruptly. Guilliman touched his face, thankfully no Primarch spitting at him.

Perhaps it feels good that Peturabo is able to properly express his anger and demands.

But he was still so angry.

With the older brother's love, those mistakes will be avoided, and the brothers' original characteristics will be preserved instead of becoming all the same.

What a wonderful timeline!

But all of this has nothing to do with the fact that he is currently on an endless, chaotic ocean, struggling to control this dilapidated ship with a broken hull, tattered sails, and short oars.

Can he hold on until the time when this wrecked ship arrives at the beautiful time that builds the port?

Guilliman didn't know, but he knew that from the moment he met Aaron, he was no longer alone.

“I could probably just give Marum some weapons, but why go for miniaturization? I do know that he’s currently disguised as an ordinary person.”

But this way, I might be able to see my brother again, giving him a reason to come find me.

Guilliman thought to himself, wondering what these feelings should be called.

This is the only way I can feel family affection besides my adoptive parents.

As for the father sitting on the throne, forget about family ties; it's a miracle he doesn't have high blood pressure.

The Primarch regained his composure, his gaze sharpened, and he returned to work.

The peace that lasted for just a few hours was a luxury that was unimaginable in the past.

Aegean Sea route in 600 BC.

Aaron woke up refreshed and immediately looked at Marum, saying:

"Guilliman appreciates your contributions and will prepare smaller weapons for you, as well as camouflage forms that are more suitable for you."

Marum, of course, needed no further explanation; his heart was filled with gratitude. His father had even gone so far as to prepare a miniaturized weapon for him—it was truly touching!

Have any other Ultra Warriors ever received this kind of treatment?

"Dinner is ready, Aaron."

He set up tables and chairs on the deck of the ship. It was almost dusk, and the faint but clear starlight appeared on the horizon.

The sea breeze blows, and the man, who is facing away from them and wearing only a long robe, with his hair and robe blowing in the wind, opens his arms to greet the last rays of sunlight.

This time, the challenge is to not support the bird.

Aaron was so angry he wanted to kick his father off the stage, and he shouted:

"Can't you just go to the toilet to take care of your business?"

Adachi fastened his belt, turned around, and looked satisfied.

"Isn't the toilet on this ship also directly connected to the seawater? I even improved the efficiency by doing this, you should try it too."

He sat down in his seat without washing his hands and began to eat, without any behavior that could be described as elegant.

Aaron, furious, quickly protected his plate and complained:

"They don't even know how to wash their hands."

Anda looked up, bewildered, and said, "I didn't even use my hands, why should I wash them? Isn't that unnecessary?"

Here it comes, my dad has completely switched to his inhuman side.

Alas, Aaron began to despair;

“We’ll be in Athens in a few days, and then we’ll be heading north to the Kingdom of Macedonia. If we happen to run into the priests of the Macedonian Temple of the Sun in Athens, and they happen to meet Mother, I really don’t know if you two can ever reconcile.”

"She hates sloppy people the most!"

"My brothers! How can you be born safely?!"

After Anda finished eating and drinking, he picked at the food scraps between his teeth with his fingernails, and ordered Marum to clear the table and chairs, saying casually:

"That's not necessarily true. Your mother mentioned that she liked my free-spirited nature. Hahaha, wait, Marum, let's get water to wash the dishes when we get to another ocean current."

Anda quickly stopped Marum from using whatever materials he could find; the Ultra Warriors were just too honest, doing whatever they were told.

"Alright, alright, your little brother will definitely be born. If I can conquer Erda once, I can conquer her a second time."

"I am the only one in this world who deserves her."

Anda spoke confidently and with great spirit.

It would be even better if you could ignore his unshaven appearance.

The elderly father straightened his hair in the wind, then suddenly looked at his simple-minded son:

"By the way, Aaron, I've been losing a lot of hair lately. Do you have any ideas? I didn't see you carrying too much stuff."

Aaron angrily laid out the dried fruit and fruit wine for the after-dinner meal;

"How should I know? I've already told you what I brought."

Anda couldn't help but wonder if her body was getting old and she was starting to lose her hair.

Or perhaps the impact of switching places with my future self was too great.

Something's not right. Even if my future self becomes skin and bones, my long, flowing hair will still be there.

Forget it, I don't care anymore. Since I'll still have hair in the future, I shouldn't worry about the temporary hair loss problem.

He began to look at the sky, calculating the date:

"Let me think. The Dionysian festival in Athens wasn't on the same scale as in Egypt. After all, it was just a city-state that anyone could bully. However, many cultural elements originated here, and the variety of food and wines was richer than in Egypt."

"There are also many seafood products, unlike in Egypt where we can only eat grilled fish."

Aaron chewed on some dried fruit and asked:

"We can buy some fish and study them ourselves when we get back."

Anda frowned: "Why should we spend money to buy it? You're a big kid now, you should be thrifty! Let's fish ourselves!"

Aaron blurted out almost without thinking:

“Then we’ll starve to death, Father. Apart from that time in Lavist, you’ve never caught a single fish.”

Anda couldn't help but slam his fist on the table: "That's just because the wind was too strong, the weather was bad, the fishing rod was too brittle, and the bait wasn't suitable for the local species!"

He rattled off a long list of reasons, but didn't mention a single thing about himself.

Aaron had grown accustomed to his father's behavior and even missed it somewhat.

When I was able to be a person occasionally for a while, the contrast was too great.

So much so that Marum must have thought the old man was mostly anthropomorphic.

This created a cognitive gap, so I told Uncle Olpeson that his father had also cooked, but it was only once.

Aaron could only turn to Marum, their butler, who was more deserving of the family's trust:

"Marum, without using your weapons, can we keep the noise from fishing at a level that wouldn't surprise ordinary people?"

"It's best not to attract attention. For example, you could rush into the sea and slap your hand, causing the waves to part and the fish to jump out."

Marum thought it over carefully and replied, "I don't have that ability, Aaron, but if it's just fishing, I might be able to give it a try."

Chapter 110 Why is the Emperor an Air Force Fisherman? (36K)

Arriving at the Aegean border was the most comfortable thing for Aaron.

This means they no longer have to stay on the ship and watch their elderly father being so uncomfortable.

This old man is so slovenly; anyone with normal hygiene standards would find it hard to accept.

But unfortunately, he couldn't overcome the diseases of the mortal world. Alas, I wonder when my father will fall ill because of his unkempt appearance.

That way, Father will pay more attention, right?

"We could rent another courtyard house, preferably one with several bedrooms."

"We also need to buy some fabrics and spices; there is a special spice that is very popular along the Aegean coast."

"The market by the sea is said to have Sirens' scales and teeth. I really want to see those mythical creatures, but unfortunately they have all disappeared."

Aaron walked at the front, pondering his plans. The family now depended entirely on him, and he was responsible for planning everything.

If you ask your father what he wants to do, the old man will excitedly shout that he wants to go fishing.

Aaron also saw that his father had prepared many sharp harpoons, presumably to prevent him from sneaking into the sea to ambush fish if he really couldn't catch any.

The old father looked relaxed, as if he were strolling in his own backyard, teasing his son's naiveté:

"There are no sirens or mermaids. They are just dugongs covered in seaweed that the fishermen see. In many cases, the fishermen at sea are too repressed and have to find some dirty jokes to tell themselves."

"This world must abide by the objective laws of evolution. If you cut a person and a fish in half from the waist, do you expect them to reconnect their organs, blood vessels, nerves, and the like?"

Aaron turned his face away, not wanting to talk to this annoying old man.

Although he understands that many mythical creatures do not exist, it is still very unpleasant to see such a blow to the fantasy world in the hearts of young people.

"Alright, alright, go fishing. I'll find you a place to rent so you don't have to worry about it."

He always felt that his father simply didn't want to waste time looking for a place to live or arranging household affairs.

Overjoyed to have his son's permission, Anda rushed to the market at the border without taking any money, only slightly covering his face.

The legends of anglers have been around for a long time, probably since the first time humans discovered that if you tied a hook to a line and stuck an insect on the hook, a fish would bite.

The arms race among anglers has never stopped, from the toughness of materials and the tensile strength of ropes to the careful preparation of bait, and it has even evolved to the point of conducting ecological observations of the entire fishing area.

Even the earliest observations of changes in water flow and even ocean currents have become an essential skill for anglers.