Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Let's go home now. Stop thinking about fishing. When we get home, we'll buy some things, I'll cook, and then we'll continue north to Athens. Once we get to Athens, Macedonia will be very close."

"Sometimes the temples in both places will hold joint events, and maybe we will be able to see our mother directly in Athens."

Aaron was making arrangements for the family, but Anda remained noncommittal, too lazy to think about it.

Theoretically, he could do nothing and live for over 28,000 years until he met Makado and then start working again.

But since my son has said so, let's do it this way.

"Marum, let's set sail."

He gave his instructions, then looked longingly at the sea area that should have yielded a great harvest.

With such a large whirlpool, all the fish should theoretically be concentrated together.

He also failed to perceive that Poseidon, facing such ultimate humiliation, was so desperately pleading for help, yet still had the mind to send the other fish away.

Could it be that she doesn't want her former lovers to see her being humiliated?

That's really... well, it's hard to say.

Marum started the submarine. At this point, they no longer needed to go back underwater; they could simply treat it as a covered boat.

The three of them slowly made their way towards the shore.

As Marum was about to lift the submarine ashore, Anda stopped him.

"No need, we won't need this thing later. Just close the hatch and throw it into the Aegean Sea. I want to see the expressions on the faces of future archaeologists when they discover this submarine."

Marum's eccentricities towards the Master were purely driven by the noble purpose of leaving more relics for future Terra.

When compiling the "Daily Records of Emperors," these abstract behaviors should be embellished as much as possible.

The three walked back home. At this time, those who had fled the disaster had not yet returned, and there was no one on the street.

Fortunately, the locals were very ethical and didn't help by taking the fifth brother with them.

The fifth brother was already asleep, leaning against the side of the shed, as if the storm, the roar of the battle between giants and beasts had had no effect on him at all.

Anda couldn't help but walk over and pat the fifth brother, sighing, "You're really sleeping soundly, old buddy. But in a thousand years, we'll have an even bigger one to deal with, and you'd better be able to hold on then."

Aaron, tidying up the mess in the yard caused by the strong wind, casually asked out of curiosity:

"A thousand years from now? Will you still be dealing with demons a thousand years from now?"

Adachi pondered his memories of the future, but couldn't see them clearly:

"I don't know, it doesn't seem to be a demon, it's a dragon. Oh dear, hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"

Anda urged him on; he was truly hungry.

Marum helped start the fire, and he and Aaron quickly finished the housework.

He looked at his records and saw that the daily recipes contained too many grilled fish and fruit wines. It seemed he would have to travel further north to find more food ingredients and update the emperor's recipes.

Speaking of which founding Astartes was good at cooking?

Before long, the family finished their meal and went to rest.

Anda tossed the disc launcher and the disc to Aaron, letting him play with them as toys.

Anyway, we can't summon the Lightbringer right now, and that thing has a cooldown period.

Aaron wasn't very curious about this thing, after all, he hadn't been exposed to that culture.

"Father, the name 'Lightbringer' sounds a bit strange. I haven't seen it in any cultural circles. Shall we give it a different name?"

Anda lay on its side on the recliner, scratching its face. As soon as the weather cleared up, mosquitoes started appearing, which annoyed it. It muttered to itself:

"Then let's change the name to one that's closer to this era: Goliath, the giant Goliath. Who will David be then?"

He looked at Marum, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

While his simple-minded son was playing with a disc launcher in the yard, hitting stones, Anda was already thinking about what else Athens could find to teach Aaron.

So that Aaron would look like a classical Greek hero, not a little kid.

Aaron, once he grows up, must at least satisfy Erda.

More than 30,000 years later, the Holy Terra.

Each returning Primarch will visit Terra, returning to their birthplace, to reveal the destiny their Father, the Creator, had prepared for them.

Peturabo is a perfect example.

He was the first to step off the Imperial Dream and board the shuttle ship bound for the airport.

Katherine followed behind him, followed by several company commanders from the Iron Warriors Legion.

"Listen up, stop being so lifeless. Your brothers have indeed fallen, and the Legion has suffered heavy losses. But that was before I returned. Now, Perturabo, your leader, stands before you. Under my leadership, the Iron Warriors will become the most powerful legion in the entire galaxy!"

Peturabo encouraged his company commanders behind him, telling them not to look at him with expressions of grief, as if their parents or brothers had died.

So what if there were heavy losses in the war? Now that I'm back, the Iron Warrior and the Upright Magistrate have arrived!

Company Commander Midrod was the most outgoing of all the company commanders, but before the Primarch returned, the Iron Warriors ended a war with an extremely humiliating casualty ratio.

Every company commander feared the punishment of returning to their original form, after all, this was a fierce man who could throw a punch when he saw the Emperor, and his temper must be very volatile.

But to their surprise, the Primarch comforted them.

Moreover, he rushed back to Terra with a smaller legion to replenish his forces, even ignoring the Emperor's "advice" to study with Horus for a while first.

I heard that Peturabo only glanced at Horus, saw his thin hair, and then left with a disappointed look.

He couldn't find any other bald men.

Midrod thought to himself, "Now is the time to respond to their Primarch, otherwise it won't do for the group to remain silent."

"Understood, sir. We will complete the replenishment soon. The Iron Warriors will not allow you to be humiliated again!"

Xiao Pei waved her hand, not turning her head, and said:

"What do we mean by humiliation? Our goal is to complete our father's great cause and liberate humanity in the galaxy. This cause itself is glorious, and every sacrifice should be remembered, not regarded as a disgrace."

"Alright, once we arrive at the airport, you should proceed with the usual procedures to contact Luna and Mars's leaders in Terra. First, replenish our legion to at least a thousand men. Also, I need the latest equipment. If those red-robed men of Mars are unwilling, have them come and talk to me. If my soldiers cannot use the best equipment, that is my problem."

Peturabo leaned against the porthole of the shuttle, using his arm as a seat so that Katherine could also overlook the entire Terra land.

Katherine marveled at Terra's grandeur, as well as the scars on its surface, and mourned the suffering the planet had endured.

Peturabo was quite dissatisfied: "Sister, I'm home now, and I'll be seeing my brother soon."

Midrod frowned. Brother?

The Primarch currently stationed on Terra is Rogue Dorn, but where does he rank again? Is my memory playing tricks on me, or have Lord Forgrim and Lord Llane returned to Terra?

Katherine patted Little Pei's forehead:

"You've been the one talking the whole way, Xiao Pei. And you've only been giving orders, not actually doing these things with your soldiers? I understand, of course, that military affairs are among the most important matters for a country. You just delegate tasks without taking any responsibility yourself?"

Xiao Pei calmly adjusted the equipment on his new headgear, a neural electrical signal connector that allowed his power armor to connect to many tool modules at any time.

It was used to chop people just now, but the next moment, with a plug-and-play tool, it can be used to beat dust.

“Sister, they have to do these things themselves and build their self-confidence. If if I come back and people still make things difficult for them, or if they can’t build up their self-confidence, then they might as well go back to farming.”

"Am I supposed to kill one out of ten of them to make them realize the truth?"

Katherine tried to grab Little Pei's ear:

"How can you talk like that? If your brother hears you, he'll definitely scold you."

Little Pei, with her head tilted to the side, also had to protect Katherine from falling.

"Alright, alright, I was just mentioning it. I don't know how strong the older brother is in this era, or if he'll disappear after being strangled?"

Boom boom boom!

The shuttle boat landed at the airport. Before Xiao Pei could finish speaking, she grabbed Katherine and rushed off the boat, only managing to leave behind one sentence:

“Midrod, the former platoon leader is dead, right? Now you're the platoon leader! Those guys are all quiet types, they don't say a word. You'll be in charge of replenishing the ranks!”

Midrod stood there dumbfounded. "Ah, Company Commander, me?"

So this is what makes a good impression on your superiors!

They, the Iron Warriors, have such a great dad now. Although this dad doesn't seem to want to work at all, he has a lot of eloquence and is full of emotional value.

They had no interest in knowing who the "brother" their father was talking about was, and were single-mindedly focused on improving their eloquence and the courage to speak out!

Midrod raised his arms and shouted:

"Brothers, let's go and fulfill our duty!"

A bunch of Iron Warriors with fathers walked the roads of Terra, their demeanor and gait were completely different.

Meanwhile, Little Pei, who was carrying Katherine straight to the palace, felt an urge to quickly send her sister to her husband's house and find out where her brother-in-law was.

There is a special train from the airport directly to the palace, and soon you will see the gate of the Terra city wall, which is still under construction.

These sturdy walls were ultimately constructed from countless giant industrial machines, but the ones in charge of controlling each part of the project were the yellow-painted Imperial Fist Space Marines.

Their Primarch, their own brother Rogue Dorn, was not far away.

Chapter 133 Dorn: Oh, Aaron is dead (3K)

Perturabo didn't know what kind of brother Dorn was.

Often, the Imperial Fists don't appear on the well-known fronts; they steadfastly support the overall situation, like the foundation pillars under a bridge.

When people walk on a bridge, it's hard to notice what's supporting it from below. But if you're further away, you can see it from a distance.

One can't help but marvel at how these warriors truly form the foundation of the empire.

"My brother! Dorn!"

Peturabo stepped off the train, waving his arms.

Apart from construction vehicles, all other modes of transportation are temporarily unavailable within the palace construction area.

Because those huge transport vehicles have filled all the traffic flow, hauling in and out the collections of the former Terran warlords, or the abandoned sites of the former palace.

Xiao Pei was particularly interested in the contents of several of the giant transport trucks.

Those were crosses, and there seemed to be remnants of statues that had been removed, their heads and faces no longer visible.