Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

How can you associate everything with so-called shame!

Dorn was taciturn. He wasn't actually angry; he had just been reviewing and reflecting on his actions since boarding the ship, faithfully fulfilling the task his father had taught him.

Guilliman had to greet him himself, his tone somewhat reserved, unsure of how this man felt about him:

"Roger Dorn, your brother, Robert Guilliman sends his regards."

Dorn then raised his head, straining to smooth his furrowed brows, revealing a terrifying, ambiguous smile:

“Let’s start reviewing now; Father’s orders must be obeyed.”

This smile was like a face carved from stone suddenly coming to life, causing many of the originally designed viewing angles to break down.

Like many alien enemies disguised in human skin, they are abrupt and terrifying.

Guilliman was so frightened that he almost drew his sword and shouted at them.

Fortunately, his genetic instincts restrained this impulse, telling him that the person in front of him was indeed his brother.

Guilliman swallowed hard; his gesture of gripping the sword hilt had nearly sparked a war between the Imperial Fist and the Ultramarines' respective Primarchs' Royal Guards.

“Dorn, you...you could practice your smile in front of a mirror. You were a little too scary just now.”

Guilliman removed his weapon and casually gave it to Dorn, easing the tense atmosphere.

Dorn adjusted his expression piece by piece, his eyes filled with deep doubt:

“Wasn’t my expression just now a smile? My brother and Peturabo have never said anything.”

The two brothers were already standing side by side, walking together into the hall.

The Primarchs began to communicate with each other, which made their Space Marines less tense.

Objectively speaking, the Fist of the Empire doesn't actually need to treat Ultra Warriors differently.

After all, what was breached was the defensive line between Pluto and Terra, not the Terra city defense area they were actually stationed in.

Dorn couldn't possibly have unilaterally taken control of the entire solar system's military forces to organize defenses. That would have been an overreach and an act of unrealistic ambition.

Those Imperial departments will not hesitate to apply their current speculations about Guilliman to Dorn.

Good heavens, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, why aren't you guarding your Terra? What are you doing eyeing our military forces!

Is the plan to seize command under the guise of the exercise?

Alas, these people have lived through the warlord era and the war of unification. Their heads have been squeezed by the gates of countless eras many times, and many of them have personally experienced the aftermath of the Thunder Warrior incident.

After the two legions made contact and many things were clarified, their relationship eased.

After all, the two fathers were already spitting at each other in front of the tactical projection. Although their tone was neither arrogant nor impatient, their tongues were almost touching each other's faces.

Even after all this, they're still not angry, and they're genuinely studying the process of the Ultramarines breaking through the solar system's defenses, which means there's not much of a problem.

It was an extra force that caused the conflict between the two legions; it must have been those despicable mortal departments that sowed discord!

(The emperor who gave the order: What are you looking at me for?)

It must be said that Emperor Fist and Ultra Warriors have many similarities, namely, they both like to reason.

The difference is that after explaining the reasoning, the Extreme Warrior also has to put on an attitude of "I'm right, you should have listened to me a long time ago".

Emperor Fist usually explains its principles but doesn't really stand out.

Now that the accounts have been reconciled, apart from some minor disagreements, the two sides are generally on the same page.

Therefore, the atmosphere became harmonious.

Next, Dorne will be sent to Shira and Perturabo for a meeting. The three Primarchs will then get together to write a report for His Majesty, and this farce will come to an end.

The Iron Warriors were responsible for three percent of the city's defense construction during this period and also offered many suggestions.

They also have to take the blame, and half of it at that.

Because at this moment, Mars' official statement came out:

Mars claims that because the Iron Warriors took away a lot of weapons and equipment with unsigned approvals, they had to submit to Guilliman in order to preserve the Empire's future production lines and retain these valuable production modules!

This is a great achievement! (Petulabo: ?)

After a seven-day subspace journey, the Radiance of Macragge successfully docked at Sira, a relatively central planet on a galactic physical scale.

Although the center of the Milky Way is a black hole, the whole can be viewed as a disc of varying thickness.

Shera is located in the upper part of the center of the pie, outside the gravitational pull of the black hole.

However, on the flattened, expansive map of the empire, Sila is marked in the middle.

This is the last relatively important supply world on the front lines. Many legions rest here temporarily before heading to the front.

The Iron Warriors had barely arrived, and before the signal beacon used to mark the warp rift had even closed, a new rift opened, and the Radiance of Macragge and its accompanying fleet slowly sailed out.

Perturabo stood on the deck, frowning, watching the Ultramarines arrive.

They arrived one after the other. Could it be that Father knew that Sheila's enemies were not easy to deal with, and specially sent them to help?

Something's not right. I've already obtained the intelligence provided by the 20th Legion, and I'm confident of success.

That's the Ultra Warrior coming to steal the credit from me!

That damn Ultra Warrior, he probably waited until I got the intelligence before coming over to get a share of the spoils!

At this time, Xiao Pei had just left the subspace, and thanks to the time flow issue, he had not yet received his father's decree.

I don't know that the solar system defense was rushed through by Guilliman in 170 hours.

It was still unclear whether the old man's second decree had also arrived on his ship at the exact moment.

The Star Speaker relayed His Majesty's decree, starting with the question of the first reply disc.

Xiao Pei is going to the Makulag's Glory to have a meeting with his brothers to reflect on things.

Guilliman especially needs to reflect on why he attacked so quickly without considering the need to save face for the Empire.

If you have 240 hours, and you fail at the last minute after 230 or 250 hours, how wonderful would that be?

As a result, when they arrived at the city wall 170 hours later, the entire legion still looked energetic and vigorous.

This shows a complete lack of understanding of the leader's intentions!

Xiao Pei was relieved. So that's how it is. If there's no real punishment, then she can just write a report for the old man to cover it up.

Main reason: I was not there.

If I were here, I'd hang Guilliman up and whip him on Jupiter!

We are not afraid of anyone who rebels.

Then, the second newly arrived decree was read aloud:

"After the debriefing, Perturabo and Dorn built a bath for Guilliman as a form of apology and punishment."

Peturabo froze on the spot, his feet stopping just as he was about to step onto the shuttle boat to see his brother.

"What did that old man say?!"

No one answered, because the Star Speaker who had delivered the message had fainted and gone to rest.

Chapter 168 Anda: This is slander! (3K)

On the day Peturabo's hands trembled and his heart quivered.

The emperor was about to set off to bring back his son, Loka.

However, Luo Jia found it somewhat strange.

No, it's the timing that's a bit strange.

He seemed to have heard Makado tell him that Loga was behaving very calmly.

But now, I haven't even brought Luo Jia back. Where did those memories come from? From the future?

Is it because the past and even more distant selves sealed off this time, causing memories from this period to migrate back in time?

There's no major problem. At least in these memories, Loka did perform well and didn't delay the Great Expedition.

The emperor was naturally aware that his judgments were somewhat arbitrary, and that he had made them even when there was insufficient information.

But he had no choice but to do it.

He didn't have much time left. Even if Luo Jia could be effective for five years and then rebelled in the sixth, he still had to make the most of those five years.

Therefore, he had to be cold and ruthless.

It seems that several months or even a year or two have passed since I received Loja and then went through Horus's training.

We need to hurry. Countless human tragedies and lamentations entangle us within this galaxy.

The emperor clenched his fists, manipulating his face to reveal a fake smile, preparing to welcome his son.

Athens, 600 BC.

In the evening, Adachi, who had been urged to finish her dinner, looked at her son, who was practically flying around the house, and was quite dissatisfied:

“It’s just going to see a play. You’ve seen them all when you were little. Back then, you didn’t care at all what was being performed on stage. All you knew was to pull my and your mother’s hair.”

"When we got to Thebes, you also went to a theater troupe. Although you didn't officially join, you must have seen quite a few plays. The repertoire on both sides is actually quite similar, only the actors are different."

Anda couldn't quite understand why her son was so eager to watch the play, when he hadn't been interested in it when he was a child.

In Thebes, it was simply because he had grown up and needed to interact with people his own age. He was also quite good-looking, except that he was bald.

Could it be that he was obsessed with performing in theater troupes because he ultimately failed to become a formal theater actor in Thebes?

That's easy. He knows a lot of people in the theater troupe. More than a thousand years from now, he can go to Shakespeare and ask him to write something like "Aaron's Revenge".

If all else fails, wait until more than 40,000 years from now and find a troupe of clowns; those people can act in anything.

Damn it, I get inexplicably angry just thinking about it.

I have made it clear to the Imperial Guards what exactly they are up to: the clown is to perform "Death of an Angel" in the palace, right in front of my throne!

As a result, these people couldn't find any intelligence at all, and they even allowed the Spirit Race to appear in front of me more than once!

At that time, my face was skin and bones. Was that the face I should present to guests?

Sigh, these space sprouts are really courting death all the time. Why don't they go and act in "The Birth of Slaanesh" and "The Death of Asuyan"?