Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Although Peturabo never realized that the Iron Warriors were able to stay in Terra thanks to the agreement reached between Alpharis, who refused to accept the offer, and the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard.

Contrary to his own claims that he was the emperor's son and would write to His Majesty to explain everything and request permission to remain in Terra.

When Peturabo made that claim, nobody really cared. But the proud Primarch still believed he had the approval of the Custodian Guard.

Soon, Dorn appeared in the vehicle, which was large enough to accommodate the father and son.

"Dorn, do you know about what happened on the 20th?"

Dorn nodded and said, "Father, the Guards and I both know."

The Emperor was slightly displeased: "You didn't tell Number Four, so now he's acting like a bloated pufferfish, telling everyone in Mantella that he's my son and that he's not to be trifled with."

"Alright, I don't mean to be harsh on you. I know you're always reliable. Tell me what he's been doing in Terra."

Dorn answered in a low voice, his expression unchanged, like a stubborn stone:

"He wanted to stay with me on Terra, or at least rotate the garrison. He sent nine-tenths of his army to participate in the Great Crusade, leaving one-tenth in Terra to help us build fortifications. He also claimed that it would be even better if the Primarch could also leave one-tenth of his army to stay on Terra."

The emperor gasped: "So? He thinks you two are a match made in heaven! And what else? What other outrageous things have you done?!"

Dorn glanced up at his father, and blurted out without thinking:

"Time machine, Father, my brother is still researching time machines. And he has collected many crosses, those religious ornaments that should have been destroyed according to your orders."

Click!

The emperor crushed the armrest of his chair, trying hard not to get angry.

"Go find Number Four now, I'm going to nail him to the cross! Astartes is my precious warrior, and everyone should fulfill their duty!"

"One-tenth of the Iron Warriors have been wasted. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying your work was worthless. Dorn, go and forge me a cross large enough to hold the Primarch—no, two!"

The emperor stared coldly at the stubborn rock before him, but the rock remained unchanged as he vented his anger on it.

Even the Ninth Prince fears him, but Dorn never changes.

Chapter 156 Little Pei: Dorn, my good brother! (34K)

Perturabo was the first to arrive at the meeting. He wasn't wearing power armor and assumed that Dorn just wanted to chat with him about some secrets under the cover of night.

It seems he has gained Dorn's trust and can now appropriately inform his brother about his ambition to become their father's successor.

Under no circumstances should Luo Jia be allowed to take over.

According to information Peturabo received from number 20.

The Emperor and the Seal Master Macado are keeping an eye on Loga and Magnus, while Horus, the former War Master and the most beloved of the brothers, is of no concern whatsoever.

Little Pete's mind didn't quite register how Alpharis knew all this.

However, this person was quite kind; after I rejected the 20th Legion's request to join the exercise, he actually provided me with crucial information.

However, Alpha cannot be completely trusted; one still needs to think more carefully.

Therefore, only by securing Dorne's support and taking control of Terra's defenses can they be qualified to compete.

"Dorn, my brother, I have come at your invitation."

Before he entered, he saw two giant crosses placed in front of the vehicle. They were newly welded and enormous, large enough to hang the Primarchs on them.

Hey, as expected of Dorn, knowing that I've been collecting crosses lately, he even made two new ones for me.

He strode into the car. Although he didn't quite understand why his good friend was sitting in the car in the middle of the night, Peturabo still greeted him warmly and respectfully.

Ah, I really like Dorn, he's an honest and reliable guy, and he doesn't flatter.

Every word that comes out of Dorn's mouth is trustworthy.

You may not like these words, but these are indeed Dorn's true thoughts. Don't worry about being manipulated.

Unlike other mortals weaker than himself or Astartes, whose words always made Peturabo wonder if these people had ulterior motives.

But the atmosphere was a little different today. Dorn was standing behind a huge sofa chair, on which sat a broad and powerful man whose face was hidden in the shadows.

He would never forget that man's muscular physique.

Just a few months ago, he was brutally crushed and beaten by this body, leaving him bruised and swollen.

"Father, Father—!"

Perturabo instinctively called out, thankfully he didn't sing any ancient Terran lyrics like "I will beat you with my steel whip" before entering, and he was also respectful and sincere enough towards Dorne.

This prevented the emperor from whipping his son into an iron top the moment they met.

"Kneel down, number four."

The emperor's cold command, like the judgment of a god-king, created tangible pressure that rested on Peturabo's shoulders.

In that instant, Perturabo felt as if an entire star was watching him, and there was no one around him who could share the pressure with him.

Until Dorn came to his side, and they both knelt down.

“I’m sorry, Peturabo, I was powerless to stop my father’s call to you.”

Dorn continued to express his apology with his unchanging expression, which could easily be misunderstood as sarcastic or eccentric.

But Little Pei knew it wasn't Dorn's fault.

It was he himself who kept trying to convince Dorn with the reason that "I will write to my father."

Now it's just time to pay the price; he can't blame Dorn for anything.

Perturabo struggled to lift his head. Even without any psionic pressure, the mere bloodline suppression from a father was enough to force him to kneel.

"Father, listen to me!" he shouted with all his might.

The emperor merely turned slightly, propping his cheek with one arm, and surveyed his shouting son:

"I'm listening, Number Four. Explain what you've done."

"The Great Expedition's progress has been significantly delayed due to the Iron Warriors' slowdown. You need to give me a reasonable explanation."

Peturabo breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his father was still willing to listen to his explanation.

That old man is terrifying. I don't know how Aaron could be so determined to beat up his father while spending every day with him.

If I stayed by my father's side for too long, I probably wouldn't have the thought of rebelling.

He hurriedly said:

"The designated targets, especially the planets on the front lines of Shira, are very difficult to attack head-on. My legion has only just completed its replenishment. I'm waiting for intelligence from the 20th Legion, Father. With that intelligence, I can take the area near Shira within three days. And I will develop Shira into a permanently fortified planet, making it an eternal fortress in the central region of the Empire!"

"Without this crucial information, it would take us more than half a month to launch a direct attack. Since the two methods take about the same amount of time, I will naturally choose the more stable approach."

The emperor interrupted, rebuking:

"Idiot! Can't you gain experience during the attack and discover the enemy's weaknesses? Or is it that once your brain starts an attack, it will only execute the pre-set plan?"

“In that case, you have truly disappointed me. Your recklessness once made me waver, but I grant you permission not to follow Horus in the trial.”

"Is it fun to play these childish games with the Fist of the Empire? There are countless of our brethren in the galaxy waiting for your rescue."

"Everyone has their own responsibilities. Number Four, now go and fulfill your duties."

The emperor rose, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment, and was about to leave.

Peturab could not refute the Emperor's words, because they were indeed true.

At this very moment, countless humans are trapped under the terrifying rule of aliens, or lost in the brutal faith of heretics.

The Iron Warriors should have been there for them immediately.

He was indeed a bit too confident, actually believing that he could find a way to persuade his father.

But when he was actually in front of his father, all he could do was answer his father's questions and offer a weak explanation of his actions.

Is it really impossible? Should we resist?

Peturabo's body trembled, and he clenched his fists; he just wanted to make it clear what he wanted to do.

Aaron, give me strength!

Spurred on by these emotions, Number Four stubbornly raised his head and shouted:

"Father! Listen to me! I will complete the Great Expedition and fulfill all the tasks you have entrusted to me!"

"To ensure everyone lives a good life! But I also have my own things to do! I will leave Terra to go to the battlefield, but I will leave behind one-tenth of the Iron Warriors to help Dorn achieve my goal!"

After these words were shouted out, the entire huge carriage fell into a terrifying silence.

Even the Imperial Guard were surprised by the Primarch's audacity.

No Primarch has ever dared to contradict His Majesty, not even Primarchs Nine and Sixteen.

They may have received too much attention from His Majesty, but they are still powerless to refute His Majesty's orders.

In a sense, His Majesty was indeed a despotic tyrant, and only the Seal Holder, Macardo, could barely persuade him.

Dorn's eyes widened in disbelief, and he instinctively reached out to grab Perturabo's shoulder, trying to calm him down so he wouldn't stand up.

This could even trigger physical repression from the father.

The emperor turned around in the shadows, his gaze almost crushing Peturabo.

But the latter remained stubborn, like those rebellious teenagers in their adolescence, with even anger in his eyes.

Only anger can make him ignore his fear of his father, but in essence, the fear still exists.

The emperor simply said:

“I will hang you on a cross and display you for three days. All of Terra, the Royal Guard, your warriors, the Terran officials you despise, and the common people—”

“You will be seen everywhere. Three days from now, take your legion to Shera, leaving two hundred Iron Warriors to cooperate with Dorn.”

"Either get out of here now."

The emperor left with his hands behind his back, without glancing at Peturabo again.

The guards remained silent, standing guard behind their master.

The Primarch would probably not choose to endure such humiliation, after all, even the Custodians themselves believed that mortals were different from them.

Not to mention the Primarch, who was crucified in front of his own Legion, with the entire Iron Warriors around him.

What choice will Peturabo make?