Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Fellow countrymen, destroy that castle and build a perfect city that belongs only to the one true God!"

"Eribas, attack the city gate! It's currently undefended. The rest of you, follow me!"

The believers followed closely in the footsteps of the giant's charge, running under the moonlight.

This was the first battle in the history of the unification of Colchis, and many of the followers of the Primarch became the backbone of the Legion of the Word Bearers.

The record of Primarch Lorga Aurelion being "tongue-kissed" by the Slaanesh beast Rexmael has not been passed down.

Aaron awoke from his beautiful dream of meeting his brothers. He stretched, jumped off Marum's back, and unloaded the donkey from the heavenly guard.

"This old thing isn't so badly unable to walk, it's just that its eyesight is failing. It's daytime now, let it walk on its own."

Marum expressed his respect and inquired:

"Aaron, what dream did you have this time?"

Aaron looked ahead; they were very close to his father.

He looked down at his waist, and there it was, the nail that had broken off from the hammer.

Aaron excitedly took out the nail and shouted to his father:

"Hey, I dreamt about my other brother! He gave me this!"

Anda turned his head and stared at the object that was still untainted, his brows furrowed as if he could pinch the cracks in the earth shut.

"Aaron, break that thing in half, throw it away, no, burn it!"

Anda roared.

Aaron refused without hesitation:

"This is a gift from my younger brother! I don't feel any sense of family when I'm with you, but in my dreams, my brothers all speak so sweetly, and each of them is a hero destined to achieve great things!"

He still remembered what Loka had said: to destroy all the dark followers of Colchis and let people live a good life.

Anda was stunned, his face growing increasingly gloomy, like a summer thundercloud.

Even Marum felt that many of his internal organs were no longer functioning properly.

Anda finally spoke, suppressing his thunderous rage:

"Do as you please. Anyway, your brothers' era is a long way off for you. Once you turn 18 next year, I'll kick you out of the house and make your own way in the world."

Aaron scoffed:

"You're kicking me out? I get it. My brothers, from now on, you'll kick them out as soon as they come of age, right?"

"When they encounter difficulties, they seek your help, but you never respond!"

Marum wanted to explain to His Majesty that the Primarchs' initial loss was not His Majesty's doing, but rather prompted by His Majesty's mother.

However, not long after the Primarchs returned to Terra, they were sent to the Great Crusade.

His Majesty is indeed a hands-off manager.

Having parents like these is just too much!

Chapter 12, Caulfield, the First Attempt

The father and son seemed to have never had a normal, logical conversation.

In the tense standoff between the two, Anda suddenly spoke up:

"We haven't finished yesterday's grilled fish yet. I caught a rabbit this morning. Can you pierce it?"

Aaron glared at his father, carefully put away the pen that Loka had given him, and said sullenly:

"You always make me do these chores. Rabbits are so cute, why—"

Click!

Marum, having discerned his superior's intentions, reached out and snapped the rabbit's neck.

"Master, leave these matters to me."

Let the Emperor see that each of their Extreme Warriors is an all-around, well-rounded talent. The descendants of the Thirteenth Prince will never disgrace them!

Marum busied himself, setting up the simple tables and chairs, and the barbecue grill, in an orderly fashion.

They skillfully peeled the skins to start a fire, and even picked wild fruits from the roadside to squeeze out their juice.

The conditions are basic; it would be even better if we had equipment for brewing fruit wine.

While Macurag's wines may not be as wild as Fenris', they are still quite delicious and mellow.

Marum had become an ordinary human being, rather than the Astartes who once fought his way in and out of the Forge world corrupted by the warp.

He also had his own selfish motives in doing so.

So that the Emperor, 30,000 years later, might have a moment to think that it was a good thing that the Space Marines could retire and return to normal human life after the Great Crusade.

This may also be the key to avoiding conflict between the Emperor and some Primarchs.

Marum himself couldn't have thought of all that; it was all a record prepared in advance by the Sage Kaul, who instructed him to do so in order to preserve the Emperor's humanity 42,600 years ago.

etc--

Marum envisioned a terrible outcome: if Caul was fully aware of the Emperor's past "flaws," and His Majesty's human nature was clearly somewhat petty.

So, is the Sage Kaul currently facing some kind of extreme retribution?

Forty thousand years later, in the Holy Terra.

To protect the Golden Throne, the Cult of Mechanicus established a special sanctuary and selects children with artistic talents from among the Terran nobles.

The selection process usually involves some mechanical and technical assessments.

And during symbolic prayers to the God of Machines, the priests felt the mechanical resonance and received the enlightenment from the God of Machines.

Sometimes, one of the great sages will personally descend to teach those chosen by the god of machines.

Today, the wise man of Calder is just like that.

However, these children, the products of incestuous marriages among nobles, children whose minds were not yet developed and who wiped their snot on the robes of sages, were the emperor's own students, carefully selected by him.

This drove Kaul to the brink of collapse.

His job today is to watch these children play with their precious mechanical creations without being able to correct their mistakes.

It doesn't matter if the screwdriver goes into the wrong place, since you can always use force to achieve miracles, and even if the screw is stripped, it's still okay.

It doesn't matter if it malfunctions or is placed in the wrong position; the only consequence is elevated blood pressure.

Oh, his blood pressure is different from normal. It should be that his air pressure and voltage are elevated.

At least after today, he can still fix these treasures.

but--

But the fact that these children, who had no one to care for them and whose physiological behaviors were beyond their control, urinated directly on the delicate mechanical parts caused the exhaust pipes inside Kaul's body to roar.

Damn it, you can just leave it at that after you've peed; I'll just pretend it's a pile of phosphorus.

Hey hey!

Why did you go over there with your tongue?!

Human pills! Terra pills!

"My Majesty! My Emperor! Forgive me! Pardon me!"

"Please do not torture your servants in this way!"

The incapacitated sage roared and even began to beg that these brats not take any interest in him.

The corpse on the golden throne remains forever silent.

There was no one else in the room, so no one knew that this was the Emperor's punishment for Kaul.

Rumors are circulating that Kaul may be representing the Cult of Mechanism in seeking the support of the Terran nobility, and that he may be planning something big soon.

Local elites from other factions should be vigilant and prepare in advance to deal with unforeseen circumstances.

Forty thousand years ago.

In the first month after Aaron left Thebes, his routine became much more normal, and he no longer dreamed of his brothers.

Perhaps their situation wasn't critical.

It's still twelve days' journey to the Nile River basin, well, maybe three days from now.

Because Marum is building a vehicle, a vehicle that can simultaneously carry Anda, Aaron, the donkey, and a bunch of luggage racks together.

Then the celestial guard will carry it and start running. Theoretically, he can arrive within a day.

However, the donkey couldn't withstand such a fast speed and vomited several times.

His Majesty's property should be given the utmost respect.

Anda went to a nearby town to exchange money; the value of Theban currency decreased the further south you went.

Therefore, you have to take advantage of the time when caravans are trading in the town to exchange for a suitable value.

Aaron helped hand Marum tools and materials, and Loka gave him a penknife that was very useful, but Marum kept refusing to use it.

The fingernail of the Heavenly Palace Guardian was enough to cut most of the wood.

Aaron took a sip of juice, then fed some to the donkey beside him, and joked:

"Let me see, you can cook, sew clothes, polish tools, and even sing hymns and tell stories."

“I think that’s very Roman in style; they called Zeus Jupiter. So, Guilliman, my brother’s robe must also be Roman in style. I’ve heard that Romans loved to drink and make merry with their adopted sons. Legion leaders usually had many adopted sons.”

Marum considered this a dangerous topic, knowing full well that the corrupting influence of chaos lurked in every moment of emotional indulgence among intelligent beings.

He said seriously:

"Aaron, humans must follow morality and order. Indulging your inner desires and seeking out bizarre ideas is dangerous and will turn you into something terrible."

Aaron waved his hand and said casually:

"Oh, don't worry, I may not become a saint, but I'll at least be a good person. I'm just curious about those rumors. Based on your information, my brothers are the masters of their respective legions, and you are their soldiers and sons."

"Based on my understanding of you, you Heavenly Palace Guards would never stoop to such debauchery with your own father. Oh, damn it, what was I saying? How could such a thing possibly happen!"