Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Just as the advantage of civilized Athens over the surrounding barbarian tribes was its ability to create and perform tragedies.

Leaving behind tragedy and simply indulging in mindless joy is like a sudden regression in civilization, a complete reversal of ancestral laws.

Anda didn't seem to care, and patted her belly contentedly.

"There aren't any serious comedies or satirical plays yet. How can these scriptwriters beat everyone else if they don't create tragedies that are more melodramatic and ethically resonant than those of other playwrights?"

"After all, everyone's happiness is the same, nothing more than a bunch of good things. But pain is a whole variety of things."

The old father actually had some knowledge of these creative concepts, but Aaron believed that these were the result of future generations' thinking.

It was just taken and used by the old man.

By tonight, all the things I needed to bring to my younger brothers had been packed up.

Anda said he had a strange feeling that he wanted to give Aaron a yellow vest and a helmet, and then ride the fifth brother to deliver goods.

Ignoring my father's nagging and his words of concern, such as "be careful, eat well and dress warmly," I wondered if he was worried about me.

What mechanism is being triggered by this, causing parents' worries when their child is about to travel far away?

But I'm traveling as a spirit! This old man is just spouting nonsense without considering whether it's appropriate for the occasion.

Aaron arranged the gifts, lay down in the middle, and fell into a deep sleep.

Anda resisted the urge to have Marum dig a hole and bury Aaron in it; the scene looked somewhat like a funeral.

So, could he have a little bit of the delicious food next to the coffin?

Anyway, his future sons will at least be Primarchs of the Empire, and their living conditions will be better than his old father's before Christ.

Unfortunately, while Aaron was asleep, the gifts disappeared one by one, and Anda didn't have time to do this inhuman thing.

Ah, Aaron, the only thing in this world that can make me hesitate is you.

More than 30,000 years later, Chogoris.

Chagatai was the first person Aaron dreamed of, because Aaron also felt that he hadn't seen this good and worry-free younger brother in a long time.

When we met, the tall man was playing the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), and it seemed that the Chogoris tribe was holding some kind of grand ceremony.

The giant scarab in the distance was used as an instrument for the background music of the ceremony, with several people playing drums and others playing harps in a way completely different from the Greek style.

"These are things I made at home. The box contains food, and the rest are some small handicrafts."

Aaron carried the box to Chagatai, whose Primarch, now completely shed his childishness and appeared incredibly mature, lowered his head and examined the box Aaron had brought with his hands.

Yes, it's a lunchbox optimized based on the original's body shape.

He carefully put away the musical instrument and accepted the gift with a smile:

“If you can only bring these things over in your dreams, and you happen to have a lot of brothers to visit, then I bet before you go to sleep you arrange these boxes to look like a coffin.”

Chagatai's humorous way of thinking sometimes resonated with his father from 30,000 years ago, and Anda thought so too.

Aaron watched as Chagatai opened the box, savored the food inside, and said:

"That's nothing. I'm not going to die yet, and I don't even know what my coffin will look like then. Oh right! You reminded me that my father will definitely still be alive when I die, and I want him to help me hold the most memorable funeral in the world."

"That way, when you return to your hometown, you will be able to find some clues about me from the knowledge that has been passed down there."

Chagatai frowned:

“Well, brother, you seem more interested in using your humor in this area.”

Chapter 140 Magnus, the Red-Haired Aaron, suffer a little more! (3K)

Unaware of the hellish implications of his words, Aaron simply inquired about Chagatai's current situation.

He has successfully helped his father unify the entire grassland and has found a safe way to launch a counterattack against the empire on the other side of the grassland within a year through the navel of heaven.

It seems that the younger brother's global dominance is stable, so there's no need to worry.

Aaron remembered that he had asked Chagatai for some burnt yellow fodder from the Heavenly Navel Grassland. He remembered that the fifth brother was reluctant to part with this fodder.

Chagatai laughed and invited Aaron to ride on the scarab beetle and head immediately to the navel of heaven.

He could have easily had his subordinates handle it, but he insisted on driving recklessly like this.

Before long, Aaron returned home with a large pile of hay. Ignoring his old father's pitiful gaze, he first instructed Marum to process the hay in the same way he usually fed the fifth son.

Then he quickly returned and continued dreaming.

This time it was Guilliman, who still looked very busy, adjusting parameters in front of a mechanical model with countless light projections converging.

This looks like a cannon, perhaps the destructive cannon that Xiao Pei was brought here to design last time.

If these projections weren't those flying human skulls, the scene would look much more harmonious, instead of having a solemn and cold feel.

Oh right, I'll do the same thing for my own funeral in the future.

"Guilliman, let's eat first. It's our family rule that no matter how serious the matter is, we eat first."

Aaron shouted, causing Guilliman to pull his head from its reverie.

The latter approached Aaron, slowly knelt down, leaned against the wall, and began to eat. Guilliman remarked:

“Does our family still have this rule? My father probably doesn’t approve of it now; he’s busy entrusting the whole world to me.”

Aaron stood among the projections. He didn't try to touch the flying skulls. It's better not to touch things you don't understand. If he broke them, he'd have to find a way to get a few skulls for his brother.

(Khorne: ? Yessyes!)

He asked curiously, "I heard you mention last time that this weapon is used to deal with mechanical artifacts in the hands of the enemy."

Guilliman savored each bite of food slowly and deliberately, and even had time to answer:

“Even the enemy, which is itself a mechanical creation.”

Aaron became even more curious, his mouth agape in surprise: "Can machines themselves be enemies? I remember when Father used your Titans to fight the Titans last time, he still had to control them."

Guilliman attempted to explain:

"This is difficult for me to explain clearly, brother. You just need to understand it as follows: if our physical body itself is a superior mechanical structure in the real world, capable of giving birth to consciousness, then if a more well-designed mechanical structure appears, it can naturally possess consciousness. But obviously, it doesn't matter whether their consciousness is self-generated or copied and transferred in."

"Now, in addition to those insects, many disasters caused by mechanical enemies are also frequently breaking out within the Empire."

Aaron worriedly said, "It's always bugs and robots. Can't we have some normal enemies? Or is it that we don't have any human enemies because most of humanity is united under one ideology? That sounds like a blessing in disguise."

Guilliman gave a wry smile, unwilling to discuss these issues with his brother.

"I suppose so. Well, this is the first time I've made up my mind to see guests off, brother. The food is delicious, but I have to get back to work. Rest is important, but there are countless people waiting for me."

Aaron had no choice but to approach Guilliman and gently pat his knee guards goodbye.

(Other brothers: Holy crap Guilliman, we misjudged you! You actually took the initiative to say goodbye to Aaron, you're amazing! [Thumbs up])

The third good younger brother is Little Pei, who is looking at the view from above a wall that is so huge and indescribable that it is under construction.

"Where is this? Is this the Terra you've been talking about? This sun feels so familiar. Other worlds may have suns too, but they easily make me uncomfortable."

Aaron, holding the lunchbox, talked to himself, only to see Xiao Pei with a melancholy and silent demeanor. When she turned her head, her hair, which should have been flowing freely in the wind, was now covered with countless metal cables clinging to her scalp.

When will Xiao Pei shave her head?

"Don't worry, it's just a faster way to operate machinery, not some disease that requires me to shave my head. I'll take them off after I'm done fighting."

He explained before Aaron could speak that Katherine was not around, so as not to reveal that his idea to shave his head was because Aaron had mentioned the bald man, Loka.

"Is this food for me? Actually, you don't need to bring so much stuff. I have a lot to tell you, Aaron."

As Xiao Pei spoke, her hands never stopped; she took the lunchbox, squatted down, and started eating.

"Watch out for the cross! That thing is dangerous for you. I've discovered some secrets in Terra that seem to be related to your death!"

Aaron frowned. "My...death? No, you found out I was dead so quickly? Is this common knowledge in Terra?"

Xiao Pei nodded heavily and said in a low voice, "That's right, everyone knows. Aaron, your image of death will be remembered by people for tens of thousands of years."

Aaron's brow relaxed, and he looked as if he had just realized something.

“Oh, I see. I knew it. When I went to see Chagatai just now, I mentioned to him that I wanted my father to organize my funeral properly so that the whole world would remember me.”

"So now, according to you, people tens of thousands of years later will remember this. It seems that when I go back, my father will definitely agree to it. And he has done one of the few things he has ever promised."

Xiao Pei frowned as she listened to Aaron's words. What did he mean by "just went to see Chagatai"? Wasn't he the first one?

He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed his brother loved to play. He had checked the records of Terra and found that his brother had been resurrected three days after his death.

So this method of death, known worldwide, was probably a prank by my father and brother around the turn of the century.

That's not a big problem. The only key now is to find out where heaven is.

If he couldn't find heaven and see his brother in this time, he would really have spent a lot of effort researching time machines.

The more Xiao Pei focused on the time machine, the more he realized how difficult the technology was; it would probably take him decades to develop a prototype.

I've heard that Mars's Mechanicus has some secret records; I'll go take a look when I get there.

Xiao Pei was determined to be either the first brother to find Aaron in heaven or the first to return to the beginning of the Common Era to attend his brother's prank funeral!

After the two parted ways in a completely nonsensical manner, Aaron met Loka, who was standing on a ship floating in the sky, looking down at an ugly city that had been destroyed by a giant laser.

“All of humanity has been transferred to the Discipline Center, where a special Imperial department is responsible for receiving them. I’m not here to burn away any sins or to satisfy some psychological compensation,” Logar said without turning his head. He was already aware of Aaron’s arrival and could even detect the slightest sign before Aaron appeared.

Aaron set out the lunchbox and invited Luo Jia to come back and eat first.

The latter, with a broad smile, began to speak:

"Brother, do you know why religions often use burning at the stake to punish heretics?"

Aaron looked blank: "I don't know. In our place, they still use hanging or stoning. Wood is very precious, so they can't just burn people."

Luo Jia was taken aback, and after a moment, said regretfully:

"Well, I hadn't considered that. However, fire, especially fire of sufficient intensity, is indeed a force capable of destroying any physical structure. It can even burn everything into sand, or even vitreous matter."

Aaron rested his chin on his hands:

"Destroying structures—Guilliman is also trying to destroy mechanical structures, while you're destroying the structures of people or cities. Sigh, you guys have a really tough life. All I have to do every day is destroy the original structure of food and then turn it into an edible structure."

Luo Jia nodded and said, "That is indeed a good idea. Reconstruct the structure according to your own needs, so that it is natural."

Aaron straightened up: "Oh dear, why do we always have to talk about these grand principles? Don't talk during meals."

Luo Jia nodded obediently.