Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

I just went through all the trouble of pulling the master out of the crowd, and I need to quickly buy a chicken and take a detour to get home faster than I can from London.

This creates the impression that the two of them didn't go fishing and returned home early to prepare lunch.

Although what happened to the master just now did not cause any actual harm, it was quite humiliating.

Marum arrived just before Zeus could unleash his fury, averting another divine punishment from Zeus.

That's why the father and son were able to remain silent, just like before, without mentioning who the person in the center of the chaos in the market was.

Aaron was still considerate of his father's feelings.

"Let's have chicken for lunch today. These are the other groceries I bought; I'll cook them all together, and there will be leftovers for dinner. We'll have breakfast for dinner later; I'm going to see the Athens play."

Aaron began to arrange the family schedule for the day, taking off all of the fifth child's clothes.

Then he pulled out the long whip that looked like it was used for a donkey cart and brought it to his father.

"This is the fishing rod I bought. I don't know how anglers judge the quality of their fishing gear, but I'm giving it to you, Father. I hope you can use it to catch fish."

“If you can’t catch anything,” Aaron patched up, “don’t blame the equipment like you used to and just throw it away. You can keep it for me, and I’ll replace it with a thicker rope, tie a carrot to the front, and use it to tease the fifth dog and make it walk a few more steps.”

Anda accepted the fishing rod with satisfaction, but harbored no expectations whatsoever.

For him, who had experienced today's misfortunes, this thing was just a stick.

It's really more suitable as a stick for driving a donkey cart.

At this moment, there was an atmosphere of fatherly love and filial piety in the house. Marum thought to himself that if there were people from a state religion here, they would definitely leave some kind of religious mural.

The embarrassing incident from this morning was swept away in an instant.

At noon, the headless chicken was placed on the table. It turns out there are individual differences among animals; this chicken, after losing its head, hopped around for over ten minutes before finally dying.

This does not affect its deliciousness.

At the dinner table, Aaron mentioned the conflict he had witnessed at the open-air theater that morning.

And then there are those dubious pronouncements about psychic intelligence.

It also mentions that Hayes invited him to be a spy to investigate what happened to Athena's followers.

Aaron and Marum discussed these unexplained changes, and Aaron stuffed a chicken leg into his father's mouth to silence him.

He deliberately concealed the fact that Hayes had promised him free drinks, fearing that his elderly father would now refuse to eat and instead rush to the pub to embarrass himself.

Marum's judgment on this matter is very clear: it's blatant corruption and treachery.

Blue, ambition, change of the status quo—no need to guess, just go for the chainsaw sword!

The organ demon in Daldu was killed too quickly, and its brain hadn't even grown back yet, so it's unclear whether Nurgle or Tzeentch was the dominant one.

However, the trend in Athens is clear enough: a heavy blow is needed!

Marum became excited; he had been prepared to live a peaceful life in this era.

I never expected to run into a demon and have to fight it! It's awesome!

After finishing the chicken leg, Anda picked at the bits of meat stuck between his teeth and said sullenly:

"That old blue-haired bastard is too annoying. Let me think where the real Athena is. She also has pretty good gun and shield fighting skills. Let her give this disgusting thing impersonating her a good lesson."

However, after racking his brains, Anda still couldn't figure out where Athena had gone.

I can't even remember whether Athena had blue hair or silver hair before she left.

Unlike other immortals, Athena and Poseidon, in their psionic state, can transform their hair into the corresponding color.

For example, from black to gold, from blue to a blue closer to the ocean (Poseidon: ?).

However, Athena possesses two forms of spiritual energy: blue and silver.

Alas, judging people by their appearance is unacceptable, but unfortunately, in the current form of existence of psionic energy, or rather, the subspace, color is a clear categorization characteristic, just like numbers.

Only Erda is grayish-white, and it seems there is no suitable counterpart.

Athena's blue represents wisdom, so what does her silver represent?

Anda began to rack his brains, but unfortunately, among these old friends, the opportunities to meet were becoming fewer and fewer, and the intervals between meetings were becoming longer and longer.

After the initial joy of meeting their kind, people become numb and dull, eventually losing interest and never seeing each other again.

I hope that girl is still alright. Although she is older than me, at least she called me "Dad" a few times after losing the last father-son game. The old father has to kill this imposter, Athens.

“That’s right. If you want to be a spy, that’s fine too. It’s just a way to make a living. If you go to Egypt or Persia, you’ll inevitably get caught and killed. But in Athens, haha, a place where you can find spies from other countries everywhere, it’s actually much safer.”

Anda snapped out of his thoughts and began to joke about his son's first job, emphasizing:

"Remember to ask for your wages, and make him pay you first!"

The father was still quite concerned about his son's first job, even though it was a completely easy job as a spy in Athens, and it involved a conflict between the followers of Poseidon and Athena.

They rarely cross the line with those in power, and even seem to enjoy it, wanting to see these believers beat the other side senseless.

The Athenian citizens, who were simply watching the spectacle, wouldn't pay much attention to the dirty tricks of politics.

Aaron said seriously, "Don't worry about that. I won't start working until I see the money. However, I don't know how much these spiritual beings are involved with the local officials. Originally, it was just a conflict between believers."

His tone became worried, "I hope it doesn't turn into a political maneuver and they arrest me."

Anda finally finished eating and drinking, picked the bits of meat out of his teeth, and lay down on a recliner in the yard. Clearly, he had no intention of helping with washing the pots and pans, and said leisurely:

"It's not a big problem. I know someone on the archon's side through your father. I can pull some strings for you. Athens rarely sentences people to death. As long as they give in, they'll usually be released."

"If all else fails, I'll perform another miracle, and all the problems will be solved. You can go to work without worry."

"Sigh, it wasn't easy. The financial burden of this family is finally relieved from my shoulders. My son can go to work and earn money now!"

Anda was thinking about the good things in his mind, and thought to himself that he had to be careful with the money he had earned (sold) in the past.

Now that his son can earn money, he'll want to indulge his shopping desires and spend lavishly.

That's how you do justice to the money your son earns.

The elderly father, seemingly oblivious to everything, was swinging his legs in his recliner when he heard Aaron ask, while clearing away the dishes:

"By the way, Father, Marum mentioned that they were Ultramarines, not Astartes who were good at intelligence work, but their level was far beyond this era."

"In other words, there must be Astartes skilled in espionage and their corresponding Primarch, which is my brother! So what could his name be?"

Aaron could connect his brothers to almost anything, whether he had met them or not, he cared about them all.

Anda struggled to straighten up, his face blank.

"I think so, but I remember that Old Ma taught me this. You don't need to know who your Uncle Ma is, just know that he is an immortal being younger than me, so you don't need to call him Uncle."

Anda was more concerned with the issue of seniority and hierarchy, and clearly didn't care much about his unborn sons.

Thirty thousand years later.

The Emperor struggled to sit up, his face blank, as he looked at the intelligence report delivered by Alpharis:

"What do you mean Guilliman spent 170 hours speeding through the defenses from Pluto to Terra, fighting his way to the city walls of Terra?"

"Also, explain what you mean by saying Mars was bribed by Guilliman! That's why he opened the door to convenience for us! What methods did this rebellious son use!"

"What are the guards of the solar system doing! Don't they all have a low opinion of the Ultramarines? And Dorn, if you put him on guard the walls, he really won't leave the house and won't care about anything else in the sky!"

"Damn it! Issue a decree: the city defense drill is to end immediately, and all Ultramarines who participated in the exercise are to proceed to Shira. Take Dorn with you too. When the time comes, lock him up with Perturabo in the Radiance of Macragge for a debriefing and reflection! Put him in solitary confinement! Don't come back until you figure out where things went wrong!"

Chapter 167 Swimsuits (crossed out) Little Pei and Dornshuu in the bath (3K)

The Emperor was very unhappy ever since the last game of chess with Macado ended inconclusively, and he had confirmed that terrible future.

He was consciously adjusting his strategy, hoping to complete the Great Expedition and repair the network before that moment arrived.

My last secret return to Terra was also for this reason.

As a result, they encountered Peturabo's absurd behavior.

This prompted the Emperor to re-examine the defenses of the solar system, and he decided to bring in the seemingly well-prepared Ultramarines to refine the exercises proposed by Alpharis.

They began their invasion directly from the edge of the solar system.

Originally, the time was 240 hours, or ten Terra days. The Emperor predicted that Guilliman would suffer a great loss in Jupiter's defenses, at most reaching Mars, and then, regardless of the cost, would be defeated when the 240 hours ended.

They managed to deploy a few troops to land on Terra.

However, intelligence sent by Alpharis indicated that Guilliman had landed four complete companies on Terra and occupied the starport within 170 hours.

The main force has already occupied the Earth-Moon orbit and may launch a large-scale deployment at any time. We may even consider releasing planet-destroying weapons according to the exercise plan!

The speed was so fast that many imperial departments and the Imperial Guard did not even have time to react.

They even began to wonder if Guilliman had launched a rebellion under the guise of the exercise!

If that's the case, then the situation is already very dangerous!

This Primarch, who almost never shows his true colors but has accumulated a great deal of power during the Great Crusade, may have reached the point where he can bare his fangs and threaten other Imperial departments to serve him!

Perturabo's demands for bribes and favors were only overt and acceptable to everyone. After all, these resources were created to serve the Primarch's Legion.

But Guilliman! His ambitions go far beyond that. The fact that he persuaded Mars to open its doors to him and bypass the combined Mars-Moon-Earth defense line to head straight for Terra proves that a considerable number of Imperial officials have already been bribed by him!

After all, it's normal for Martian mechanics to have ulterior motives, but the Earth-Moon Defense Line is made up of people who fought alongside the Emperor in the war of unification!

All of this has succumbed to Guilliman's despicable ambition!

No, the size of the Ultramarines' legions must be limited. The lands they conquer on expeditions must be strictly controlled by the Empire, instead of allowing the Ultramarines to directly transfer personnel from the Five Hundred Worlds to manage them!

While the Emperor was still reeling from the shock, Terra was in complete chaos, watching helplessly as Dorn, the only Primarch currently on Terra, was summoned away.

It seems that His Majesty will have to focus on reorganizing the defense of the entire solar system.

The Glory of Macurag, the Meeting Room.

For the Glory Queen-class battleships, receiving Primarchs is also a matter of great importance.

Although the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the Imperial Fist's Primarch Guard protected their father, their eyes fixed solemnly on Guilliman who had come to greet them.

This is even somewhat disrespectful.

However, given the Emperor's fury, the humiliation suffered by the Imperial Fist is understandable.

If Aaron were here, he might jump up and flick each of these Astartes on the head.

What are you thinking?!