Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

When Aaron got home tonight, his father hadn't returned yet, so he simply made the bed and went back to his room to rest.

He had a fulfilling day and didn't even think about what his elderly father was doing outside so late. He just fell fast asleep.

Marum was left unable to sleep in the middle of the night and decided to stay in the yard, watch the gate, and wait for the master to return.

He certainly doesn't have a positive attitude towards his emperor right now, but he is still willing to give everything for his emperor, and his loyalty is beyond question.

However, without external environmental stimulation, this subjective initiative will likely decline further as Anda's inhumanity continues to decrease, and there is still room for regression.

The only one in this family who never has to worry about anything is probably the fifth child.

After Aaron fell asleep, he guided the spirit to walk on the water.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in an extremely dark room, so dark that I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face.

Where am I? Is anyone here?

Aaron tried calling out. He knew he was always near his brothers, so he didn't need to worry about being too far away. As long as he made a sound, he would definitely get a response.

In the distance, a knocking and banging sound slowly drifted over, and something was being pasted onto the wall, like the bricks of Athens' most luxurious bathhouse.

From the depths of that ancient darkness, Xiao Pei's voice echoed simultaneously:

"Aaron? Damn it, what are you doing here?"

Then came Dorn's voice: "Brother, this should be our fourth meeting."

Aaron asked nervously, "The fourth time? I remember we only met once. Dorn, I want to ask you, what happened here? Are you trapped in some dangerous trap?"

Although he rarely had the experience of seeing both of his younger brothers at once, he was still very happy. However, the thought of the two of them being in the dark, and the fact that Xiao Pei sounded tired, made him feel uneasy.

Aaron was worried that something might have happened, or that they might be in danger!

As for judging the situation from Dorn's tone, I'm sorry, I can't do that for now.

Little Pei answered on behalf of Dorn:

"There is a mechanism that, once activated, will trap you in it forever until you achieve your goal."

Aaron was getting anxious and asked, "So what is the objective we need to achieve! And who designed this wretched trap! Damn it! They actually trapped my brothers!"

"Is it still that old man in the family?!"

He could only imagine that his elderly father would do such a thing, since he was the only one in the family capable of doing it.

Xiao Pei's voice suddenly became awkward, but thankfully there was no light, so his expression wasn't visible.

"Our goal is to finish repairing this bathhouse. We're almost done. Although it's dark, Dorn and I are getting used to the environment. The building materials were also delivered in advance."

Aaron's expression grew increasingly bewildered; what was all this about?

Xiao Pei quickly changed the subject: "Just think of it as us losing a bet to Guilliman. As a wager, we have to build this bathhouse for Guilliman. It's just a joke between brothers."

He knew that this explanation would convince Aaron and stop him from further exploring the issue out of curiosity.

However, Dorn, who was standing beside him, added bluntly:

“Indeed, brother, you can understand it that way. However, Peturabo, you haven’t answered your brother’s second question yet: who designed the mechanism?”

Upon hearing this, Perturabo's eyes widened in fury, and he was about to rush over and cover Dorn's mouth when the latter explained with an air of righteous indignation:

"This mechanism was designed for my brother, Peturabo. It is so ingenious that even I am amazed by its perfection! After losing the bet, we were punished by our father to build a bathhouse on Guilliman's ship. To complete the task as quickly as possible, Peturabo designed this mechanism."

"The original intention was to urge our soldiers to work overtime to finish the task. However, a small accident occurred. The power supply system malfunctioned, and the mechanism was accidentally activated, trapping us inside."

“Petulabo, why are you looking at me like that? Everything I’ve said is true. Look, the bath that we originally planned to finish in two days, we can now finish in seven hours between the two of us.”

Dorn's tone even carried a hint of pride;

"That way, we'll still have a chance to have dinner with Guilliman after we get out. As long as the system doesn't malfunction and doesn't treat our work as incomplete, that's fine."

With Dorn's explanation, Aaron roughly understood the reason behind the matter.

In short, the brothers made a bet, and someone lost, although the bet was most likely instigated by the old man in the family.

Never mind, just blame everything on that old bastard.

However, the mechanism that ultimately locked him in was rather comical.

It seems Dorn is covering something up, such as a "glitch" or "accidental touch".

But now he was completely in the dark; Aaron wasn't the original and didn't have such good vision.

He began to imagine that his eyes could see at night, but his imagination was not rich enough; he could only vaguely see where his two younger brothers were squatting.

They each squatted on the ground, laying down the last few tiles.

They were all wearing only bathrobes, squatting on the ground with their legs spread apart.

Fortunately, there was no one else here, nor were there any surveillance devices, so there was no risk of a secret leak of the Primarch.

"Alright then, you guys get back to work. There's only a little progress left, so I won't bother you."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Sigh, I'll just stay here and wait for you guys to finish."

He cautiously approached the gate, which was concealed by a mechanical structure made of cast metal—Xiao Pei's work.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside; it was the younger Guilliman.

"Dorn, Perturabo? Can you hear me? My men have found a way to unlock the mechanism?"

"Public opinion is very negative right now, and two Primarchs have been imprisoned. I have tried my best to explain to your Legion, but the Iron Warriors' fleet is already in a standoff with us."

"Petulabo, your company commander is lodging a strong protest with me! It's clear they take you very seriously."

Before Aaron could speak, he heard Little Pei rush over and yell:

"Call my company commander, Midrod, over here! Tell him to get the hell out of here and go land on Sheila to replenish supplies. Before the Ultramarines collect their supplies, he should grab this one too!"

Guilliman was stunned; his own Primarch as an Ultramariner was still here!

Dorn walked slowly over and whispered:

“Guilliman, what Peturabo means is that if such an order is relayed back, the Iron Warriors will understand that their Primarchs have not been treated unjustly or even humiliated.”

"Moreover, the Iron Warriors had already resupplyed before leaving the solar system, and their warehouses could not hold any more supplies."

Dorn's explanation left Perturabo stunned and shocked. When did he ever have such an idea?

But it was too late to explain. Outside the bathroom, Guilliman, moved by the bond between his brothers, grew even more resolute.

These guys are all good people!

"Understood, thank you, my brothers! I'll prepare a sumptuous dinner!"

Guilliman was about to leave when Dorn called out to him from the other side:

"By the way, Guilliman, there's still one thing I don't understand. I understand how you managed to fight your way from Pluto to the walls of Terra in just 170 hours during the filming."

"But are you really prepared to take over the walls of Terra and reach the palace in the remaining time? We didn't mention this topic in our previous debriefing, but you're clearly very confident."

Dorn couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked the question.

He really wanted to know if Guilliman could still come up with a winning formula if he attacked Terra's defenses and faced the Imperial Fist head-on in the remaining seventy hours!

Guilliman hesitated for a moment before frankly revealing his original plan in its entirety:

"The four companies that landed before the exercise was terminated were a feint. I do have a 100% sure way to take Terra. I'm prepared with three Cyclone torpedoes."

“If I were to engage in a prolonged battle with the Imperial Fist, I would have no chance of winning. But the objective of the exercise is simply to enter the palace. After Terra is destroyed, according to my calculations, the mountain range where the palace is located will be torn apart and captured by the planetary disintegration ship that I prepared in advance.”

"At that time, I will be able to achieve victory. Of course, this will come at a great cost."

Chapter 170: The Collapse of Little Pei and Aaron on Their First Day at Work! (32K)

After Guilliman announced that he had prepared three Cyclone Torpedoes, only Dorn was considering whether this complied with the rules of the exercise, and whether defeating the Imperial Fist in this way was an unfair victory.

It can be said that the communication between Dorn and Guilliman was such that no matter how absurd their statements were, they would respect each other and seriously consider their feasibility.

But Xiao Pei, standing to the side, was completely horrified and speechless.

Blow up Terra, or send in three Cyclone Torpedoes.

Is this right? This can't be right!

Good heavens, so it turns out that you Ultramarines are the most ruthless and despicable legion!

If every legion were to conduct a Great Expedition like you, they would simply bomb every human-inhabited planet they found.

The problem was solved within decades; I reported it to my father, and humanity's territory was reclaimed!

His father will skin him alive and pull out his tendons!

That wretched Guilliman! His future father entrusted the entire empire to him, making him this damn regent!

That's wrong!

No, I must finish the battle on the front lines at Shira as soon as possible, and then go to see the Emperor! Go and tell my father that you were wrong!

Perturabo's mind was a complete mess, jolted by Dorn and Guilliman's discussion. It was Aaron who noticed something was wrong, leaned over, patted his knee, and whispered:

"You also think that Dorn and Guilliman are a bit unreasonable and blunt, right? Well, they're both good people. As long as they correct this bad habit, they'll be fine. It's really easy to get angry when talking to them."

After Aaron finished speaking, he yawned; he was a little short of breath.

"Keep it up, guys, get the bathtub ready. I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to take a nap and see if I can eat with you guys when I wake up—"

Before Aaron could finish speaking, his body slumped forward and vanished.

If Luo Jia were here, he would have already started thinking about whether there were any other ways besides the collision to trigger his good brother's time travel.

Only Little Pei now feels like an outsider between Dorn and Guilliman.

Dorn only ever spoke to himself, listening to his own voice.

But why can he talk to Guilliman for so long?

He began to ponder a terrifying question: what if Dorn wasn't cooperating with him because of his personal charisma, but because he treated every one of his brothers the same way!

So, how should I examine the relationship between them?

Xiao Pei felt desperate, suppressed her thoughts, and silently returned to the last unfinished area to begin smoothing the putty.

I felt numb, and I could feel the cables on my head starting to emit a numbing current.

Guilliman, Guilliman—