Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Both fathers and sons are equally stubborn.

And yet, I have this meddlesome mentality—

Alas, I wonder how many years it will take before my passionate heart is chilled by Neos.

At this moment, the Dark Lord was simulating the behavior of someone taking a four or five-year-old son shopping. Anyway, Angron kept calling him "Dad," which sounded quite comforting.

But Adachi was not having such a good time "at this moment".

That golden soul was bound within a decaying, dark, and tormented body, suffering immense agony.

Countless wails and foul language spewed from his throat.

That is to say, he still retained the last shred of sanity and used a language that had never been recorded in human civilization to swear.

Otherwise, tonight, the State Church and the Inquisition will have to stay up all night studying the Emperor's profanity and whether it was implying that there was a spy in Holy Terra!

Icarus, who was protecting the physical bodies of Sibey and Redo, couldn't help but feel a little envious.

So Your Majesty can send people's consciousness back to the past.

He was even willing to exchange bodies with Marum, an Astartes. How could a mere Space Marine, an inferior cyborg, possibly bear the heavy responsibility of serving as His Majesty's steward?

However, Icarus was unable to express his opinion, as it was, after all, His Majesty's decision.

His Majesty was being rather noisy today, and many of the mechanical cultists who were maintaining the Golden Throne were so busy that they had practically placed themselves on the throne to quell the unfriendly, unknown language coming through the communication channels.

His Majesty is angry, and the mechanical gods have even derived a frequency of this tone that is very similar to the curve of humans greeting each other's families.

Today, the entire palace will be immersed in the emperor's sacred profanity.

Everything returned to calm the next day when the sun rose, and the corpse sitting motionless on the throne seemed as if it had never moved.

The first sacred instruction arrived:

"Kaur, are the wheels still not installed? I'd like to go and take a look under the palace walls."

Even Angron has a place there.

Chapter 199 The Golden Wheelchair is Complete! (3K)

Sage Caldwell has been very busy lately, but he also feels a great sense of accomplishment.

He was finally able to participate in the Golden Throne, a product of what is perhaps the most advanced intelligence in human history, and leave his mark.

Even if it's just two wheels.

Upon hearing His Majesty's call, he hurriedly moved his body and came before the imperial carriage, bowing and kneeling in a posture incomprehensible to normal humans.

The imperial guards behind them were equally respectful, each holding a golden disc.

"Your Majesty, the wheels are complete, and the connecting components are also in good working order. They can be installed at any time."

He diligently sourced the best-quality speakers from Kaul to convey the results of his work.

A moment later, a response came from the throne:

"So, you didn't even think about how to get this damn seat into wireless repeater mode?"

Kaul was taken aback. The red robe he wore made a rustling sound as it was repeatedly folded and stretched by the mechanical body it covered.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I stayed up all night reading the design drawings you left behind. I suspect that the throne may operate in both cable connection and wireless relay modes simultaneously. This kind of technology existed only a few decades after humans first used radio waves more than 40,000 years ago."

The voice from the throne carried a hint of amusement:

"Then put on the wheels, untangle these cables attached to my bones, and see if Terra collapses into a new Eye of Terror."

Kaul mustered his courage and tried to console himself:

“We could try a wired connection first, but we’d have to extend the cables. The materials are easy to find, since there are many maintenance parts. But to adjust the energy frequency of these cables, we’d need a master craftsman with exceptional precision.”

"It will take three days to bring these craftsmen over from Mars."

The voice from the throne paused for a moment before continuing:

“Go to the room beneath the throne, the room originally reserved for Peturabo. The cables and tuning instruments you are looking for are there.”

The optical devices in Kaul's eye sockets simulated the sensation of a massive pupil shock, and the Imperial Guards even drew their weapons upon hearing the name of the traitor.

“Not that disgusting clown, but my son whom I wrestled and pinned to the ground back then. Caul, you should understand what Aaron has done. Perhaps the situation is no longer: there is still hope. Rather—we have already seen hope.”

The voice, seated high on the throne, expressed its opinion.

However, these words startled Caul so much that he froze on the spot, and even risked great disrespect by asking aloud:

"Who...who are you?! Their emperor could never say such things."

The Lord of Darkness blew back the curtain, revealing the reality:

"Omnissiah, the Emperor of Man, is also—"

"Anda Will, Aaron's father."

He is simulating two identities at the same time, which makes it easier for him to anchor himself.

This was also the ultimate purpose of Kaul's request to Marum to find the ritual: to preserve the Emperor's humanity and prevent him from becoming a god of the Warp.

However, it now seems that too many human figures have been preserved, and the collection is too diverse.

If the Primarchs inherited all their flaws from their fathers, would this figure sitting on the throne bring the Empire a devastating loss comparable to the rebellion of twenty Primarchs?

Kaul was filled with apprehension, fearing that he had found the ritual.

He didn't understand why he had sought out that ritual in the first place, so much so that they couldn't figure it out now.

What exactly is that thing up there now? Is it just a trick by the Dark Lord to fool humanity?

However, in this dark universe, there is nothing that cannot change.

Anyway, the Empire is already in this mess, damn it, the Primarchs will hold up the sky if it falls, so whatever!

Kaul still needed to mentally prepare himself, while the Imperial Guards had already fully accepted the fact that His Majesty was unusually talkative today.

If some fool were to step forward now and tell them that the person on the throne is not human, the Royal Guards would make them realize that bloodshed doesn't necessarily reach Khorne.

With the help of the guards, Caul personally installed the two golden discs on either side of the throne.

This was the Imperial Guard's request, not to use a mechanical platform for support.

This also makes them feel involved.

As for the extension cable, it was indeed found in the ruins beneath the palace, which was originally Peturabo's residence.

The idea that the Emperor prepared prisons, residences, euthanasia, etc., for all Primarchs has always existed.

Only today, people who are aware of these things realize that more than 10,000 years ago, the Emperor really did regard the Primarchs as his sons.

Those palaces truly exist.

These extended cables are now impossible to trace, whether they originated from the past or from another world.

But it does work as soon as you plug it in.

The complicated wiring process took several days, and finally, in the early hours of a certain day, Kaul and Icarus stood side by side behind the golden throne, jointly grasping the golden pusher.

Yes, any added components remained gold, and any attempt to mix in other colors was rejected by His Majesty.

Icarus was a little nervous; he hadn't expected that His Majesty would actually choose him as the first member of the Imperial Guard to push the golden wheelchair.

He had already given up on the election, and he wasn't even given a turn to be on duty at the palace.

But perhaps it was because His Majesty didn't even look at the list of candidates and directly chose himself.

He was somewhat smug, then he saw his apprentice kneeling before the throne.

Oh no, will the modified Golden Throne require another human sacrifice before it starts moving?

"Loiska, the first punishment for your sins against my son has ended."

"Starting tomorrow, you will leave the palace."

The latter could not answer; her throat was still fake.

But Loisca's face was ashen, realizing that she would eventually be abandoned by His Majesty and banished.

That is to emulate Astartes and embark on a redemptive expedition until the end of one's life.

However, the Emperor's next decree was something Loisca could not understand:

"The Battle Sisters will accept you, install a new prosthetic body, and restore your ability to speak."

"You do not need to fight, but you must study the relevant courses until they approve that you have passed the test, and then you can return to my throne."

Loiska bowed her head to the ground, not daring to make any move.

As a teacher, Icarus could not have any thoughts of questioning His Majesty's will and could only let things take their course.

Caul gently touched Icarus's arm, and both human eyes and mechanical optical components simultaneously emitted expressions of terror.

"You are crazy!"

The Great Sage struggled to express his emotions, speaking directly into Icarus's communication channel.

He then came to his senses and glanced around. He realized that, for some reason, his hand had unconsciously pushed the throne forward in accordance with His Majesty's words.

The edge of the wheelchair was already close to the steps, and part of it was hanging in the air.

There were hundreds of steps in front of the throne. If he had pushed it forward just a little more, the emperor would have fallen down with the wheelchair and might have ended up in pieces.

If this were to actually happen, Tzeentch would probably laugh himself to death in front of the Well of Eternity.

"Icarus, if I had actually been pushed down just now, you can forget about ever retiring normally. You'll be my slave for life!"

"That's not what I just said. Don't take it to heart. I really don't need your protection."

Within the Black King's domain, a golden humanoid figure is being spun into a top.

The influence of both sides is mutual, and they may eventually converge into the same person, but at least for now, Black King is still happy to hang Anda up and whip him.

Anyway, this is something the Dark Lord should be doing.

As for the 30K Emperor, he was completely indifferent; no one wanted to be associated with him.

Now, these little episodes that only Icarus himself felt have come to an end. It is time for the Lord of Mankind to make a great shift using the Holy Terra as a scale for the first time in more than ten thousand years!

The steps in front of the throne sloped, forming a ramp. A portion of the red robes offered by the numerous members of the Mechanicus cult was woven into a belt, binding the skeleton's waist.