Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"After Hikari finishes transporting these goods, a separate team will contact a mysterious force to transport a cross back to Diaz, which will be used to open up a more stable subspace route in the dark side of the Empire."

Ryan was very puzzled. Why would anyone want a cross these days?

What kind of cross could help open up subspace routes?

It's neither a Geller force field nor a sacred object.

The world around Diaz should be thankful that their physical distance is so close that they can still maintain a certain level of mutual exchange.

This kind of risky behavior is practically suicidal.

“If crosses were useful, I think every Astartes power armor would be decorated with crosses.”

Ryan was grumbling, but it touched on the warp and the possible presence of fallen angels in the world of Dias.

He had to get involved, lest this relatively prosperous world in the dark side of the empire be blown up by some terrible witchcraft.

To ease the Primarch's worries, Sethmon wanted to crack some jokes:

“Father, perhaps this witchcraft is meant to make the fallen angels there flee Dias. You know, before we were pardoned by you, we wandered through countless worlds, forever in exile, and we occasionally learned how to escape.”

Ryan burst into laughter upon hearing this, clapping his hands:

"You've finally said something that makes me happy, Sethmon. Alright, after the cargo handover tonight, we'll keep a close eye on who will deliver the cross."

He thought that the dark angels did indeed lack a sense of humor at times, and these exiled fallen angels were initially quite fearful after being pardoned.

But as he gradually adapted to his own existence, it also gave his aging mindset some vitality.

"The cross, the cross—"

He muttered to himself, feeling inexplicably irritated. There are so many mystical symbols, why did he have to pick this one?

While the old lion still thought he would continue to follow the established procedure, automatically spawning fallen angels wherever he went, then absolving them and strengthening the dark angels.

In Holy Terra, Eldar spies disguised as humans are methodically reading through the strategies their predecessors used to storm the human emperor's palace.

Although the Royal Guard was reluctant to admit it, a considerable number of Eldar, having heard some Eldar prophet's vague prophecy, regarded Terra's palace as a tourist attraction, even at the cost of their lives.

"Why do we need reservations to enter the palace now? Let me see how many people are in there?"

"Seventeen thousand years!"

Chapter 196 The Clown, Let the Professionals Do the Acting (3K)

Saviour and Redo, clowns from the Crimson Sky Theatre.

The two were looking at the appointment terminal for audience with the royal palace launched by the state religion, thinking they could find a loophole in the rules for humans to enter the palace. Unexpectedly, the queue for appointments had already stretched to 170,000 years later.

Damn it, you don't even know if human civilization has been developing for 170,000 years. Back then, you Earth monkeys were still picking up stones and throwing them at animals!

Sigh, since I can't find a way to exploit loopholes through official channels, I can only follow the example of my predecessors and resort to stealth.

Then he was discovered in the area guarded by the Royal Guards, and began to sprint desperately. When he was only one step away from pushing open the door to the Golden Throne, he was mistaken for a badger by the Royal Guards' pitchforks.

That's what our predecessors have always done.

Those who can spit their own blood onto the door are worthy of being remembered in history, a great feat that inspires the already dwindling population of the Spirit Race's young people to continue down the path of self-destruction.

It is said that after analyzing this behavior, the Inquisition believed that it might be a way for the Eldar to try to escape being preyed upon by the Slaanesh after death, because they had heard from humans that souls return to the Golden Throne, and therefore felt that dying in front of the throne would prevent their souls from being eaten by the Slaanesh.

This is probably why Eldar assassins attempt to storm the throne every year.

However, the Eldar do not see it that way. They have a special identity called prophets, who always like to convey some mysterious prophecies.

Sometimes, even dying before the throne was a way of warning humanity of danger.

at least--

This is much gentler than directly calling the internet, at least that's what the Emperor thinks.

Since Guilliman, the great Primarch, returned, the Eldar's involvement behind the scenes has been a focus of investigation for the Imperium's high command.

Both sides share a common enemy of chaos, which does create some conditions for cooperation.

If the Spirit Race were to perform that mysterious ritual again and manage to lift the God Emperor up unharmed, then the two families would truly be united in eternal harmony, with no distinction between "yours" and "mine."

However, these are not things that Sibey and Redo should be concerned about at this time.

If we can't even get two people in right now, how are we going to get an entire troupe to the Golden Throne to perform "The Death of an Angel"?

While they were disguised as humans and hiding in a small hotel near the expensive "Royal Palace Scenic Area," Icarus, along with Loisca and a team of judges, kicked open the door.

"By His Majesty's decree, you aliens, come to the palace to meet the Emperor!"

Do they really think their Imperial Guards are pushovers, only concerned with what's inside the palace and ignoring what's outside?

They already had a host of contingency plans for these aliens who wanted to reach the throne, and the Eldar who successfully died at the hands of the Royal Guard were already a minority.

Most of them were dealt with by the court before they even entered the palace.

However, before this incident, a member of the Imperial Guard who was working on the Golden Throne's wheelchair heard His Majesty's faint decree to bring the two guards, who came from the theater troupe, before the throne.

Great human emperors, blessed with both honor and a heavy destiny.

Moments later, Saviour and Redo were stripped of their disguises with a sinister grin before the Alien Inquisition, revealing their thin, sickly pale, almost skeletal bodies.

They were packed into a device that restricted psychics; it really looked like a coffin, especially with many chains strapped to the outside.

Before closing the coffin lid, Icarus gently patted the lid:

"Don't try to commit suicide inside, Xenomorphs. This time it's His Majesty's divine grace that he specifically sought you out by name. At the same time, seventeen Eldar tried to invade the palace, and they've already been stripped naked and sent to Mars to do hard labor."

Under the warning of the golden corn, the two Eldar had no choice but to lie down obediently inside, and then began a long, hopping journey, with the equipment stumbling and tumbling along the countless steps.

Even the Eldar were shaken so badly they suffered concussions. This torment lasted for an unknown amount of time, but by the time the coffin was opened again, it was still before evening in Terra.

Two dizzy, disoriented spirits, unable to distinguish east from west, were forced to undergo purification according to human standards outside the palace gates.

They removed all the earrings and other ornaments that were characteristic of the Eldar race and even some of the Slaanesh, and even dyed their hair black so that it would hang down.

These actions are undoubtedly a great disgrace to the Eldar.

Unfortunately, as one of only two Eldar who might survive to reach the Golden Throne and communicate with the human emperor, they had no choice but to accept it.

After the ordeal was over, at first glance, the two looked no different from humans.

Only then did Icarus nod in satisfaction, signaling Loisca, his good apprentice, to ring the great bell in front of the palace gate in human form.

It was obvious that Loisca, without any equipment assistance, could not move the massive bell-ringing pillar.

Until the bells rang on their own, it was His Majesty on the throne who appeared and struck the great bells.

"My children, you still need to devote yourselves to cultivation."

His Majesty's sacred words echoed in Loisca's mind, and she knelt down, speechless.

Her damaged throat was removed and replaced with a machine, and she could no longer make any sound.

I wonder if this is His Majesty's punishment for her judging the emperor's son.

As the bell tolled, the gate slowly opened. Everyone bowed their heads, and even the two spirit race members who had rehearsed countless times how to perform in front of this human corpse king dared not utter a sound.

His body involuntarily adopted a submissive posture, staring intently at the bricks on the ground, silently counting how many steps he had taken.

But the road ahead seemed endless, and no matter how long they traveled, they could not reach the throne.

This is a reality they cannot reach.

As the bells rang again, they saw that the bricks in front of them had suddenly transformed into a steeper staircase, realizing that they had finally arrived before the throne.

"Shall we begin the performance as planned, Siby? Although we never dared to hope that we could reach the Emperor of Man alive."

Redo spoke first. Although it was somewhat disrespectful to openly plot in front of the Imperial Guards, this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

At this moment, Sibi no longer hesitated. If she let her partner ask this question, it would already indicate that she herself was hesitant.

That is a lack of steadfastness in the path one is pursuing! It easily leads to death and suffering the consequences of lust!

The two exchanged a glance, and without further ado, began to sing:

"Father, please take me with you!"

(This refers to the angel's plea to the Emperor to take him with him, foretelling his own death at Horus's hands. If the angel did not die, the Emperor would not achieve victory.)

Red stood behind Siby. They could not use psionic powers in front of the human emperor, so they could only use their own arms instead of angel wings.

The next moment, the bones on the throne seemed to be blown by a gentle breeze, and the tattered cloth covering their bodies billowed.

Two psionic blasts were unleashed, black markings adorning the golden lightning surface, making it unclear which one represented the true color of the lightning.

"Saibi, Redo, one day I will take the clown's pointed hat off Hilego's head, throw it into Nurgle's cauldron, and then put it on Slaanesh to torture you one by one!"

This was the first time in hundreds of years that the Imperial Guards had heard His Majesty speak a sentence so fluently.

After listening to the sacred sound, they then went to check on the two spirit race members who had been struck. They had been completely transformed into humans, and the proud characteristics of the spirit race had been banished.

Unless their psychic powers surpass those of the Emperor, they will live their entire lives in human form.

"Listen to what I have to say, I will send you to a world where you will perform a play."

"If the result satisfies me, I will turn you back. If it disappoints me, I will personally send you to Slaanesh's arms."

After the Lord of Mankind spoke so bluntly, directly calling out the names of the two Ancient Fours, there was no sign of corruption or invasion in the entire real world.

Saviour and Redo knelt in fear, their instincts pleading for the protection of the God of Laughter, but clearly, Hiligo was powerless to affect the area around the throne.

The Emperor's dark hand plucked their souls from the body, but fortunately, Slaanesh could not affect the area.

The two then realized that, in addition to worshipping the God of Laughter, other races' gods could also protect them!

This would be a major event that shatters the worldview of believers in other gods.

However, for the followers of the Laughing God, one can only say that fate has its own dramatic twists. Clown troupes have enough daring individuals to play Slaanesh, so it's not a problem for them to also worship a foreign deity.

Anyway, the troupe doesn't check people's backgrounds.

The black hand tossed the two souls into the river of time, and the King of Darkness, by exercising divine authority through his own will, arrived at 600 BC.

Because of his uniqueness, the first thing he saw was himself lying in bed in an abnormal sleeping position.

Then there was Angron, who was curled up and asleep against the wall, and the Dark Lord's gaze paused for a moment.

However, it quickly swept over them mercilessly, ignoring Angron's existence.

Apollo—no.