Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

To avoid falling directly when pushing down later.

The wise man, Caul, was indeed very thoughtful.

ka ka ka-

The discs on either side of the golden throne began to rotate, stiffly and twistedly, as awkwardly as the first wheels installed by the oldest primitive tribes.

But this does indeed represent the movement of their great Majesty.

All life within this sublime hall raises its gaze or camera angle with fervor, yet remains silent.

Just let the clicking sound continue on the slope.

"Currently, we can only move within a ten-meter radius, Your Majesty. The cables Peturabo made back then are a bit too short. Is there any chance for us to find some suitable materials from other places?"

"If we want to develop to the point where we can push you around in the palace gardens, we'll have to wait until wireless psionic relay technology is complete."

Sage Kaul carefully explained the current technological challenges to His Majesty, stating that if someone could create the matching psionic relay components, His Majesty would be able to ride around the palace in a wheelchair the day after tomorrow.

If not, then you'll have to wait patiently for several years.

The Lord of Darkness pondered for a moment, and then he had an idea.

30K, during the Great Expedition.

"Has that old man gone mad? I'm at war! How can I take time out of my busy schedule to make cables, and even make me do it myself? Who's going to command my troops then?!"

Peturabo crushed the terminal in his hand, and the Terran messenger in front of him took out a new one.

His Majesty already knew the Primarch's temperament. "Do whatever you want with this thing. Information terminals aren't worth much anyway."

"Lord Peturabo, this is His Majesty's decree. We have prepared all the materials, but we still need the Steel Warriors' help with the craftsmanship."

"As for the needs of the war, the third and fourth companies of the Ultramarines will come to assist. Your proud first company commander, Midrod, should be capable of taking on command responsibilities."

Chapter 200 The Spirit Race: Huh? Can worshipping the Holy Son bring liberation? (32K)

Xiao Pei reached out and grabbed the envoy by the neck, then threw him away.

He held back his strength, and besides, the person in front of him had undergone significant physical modifications, so he wouldn't get hurt.

"Shut your mouth and send those materials to my fleet. Give me three days. What is that old man thinking? Is he going to install global Wi-Fi in the palace with this level of precision cable?"

The Terran messenger rose from the ground and retrieved another terminal:

"Fool! Show some respect to my envoy! Also, your fleet must maintain the observation views required by the Ministry of Military Affairs. Don't even think about building a tin turtle!"

Peturabo's eyes blazed with fury, but he dared not do anything more.

Did that old man even consider this?

Even when I was using your name to rip off the Empire, it didn't work this well. When are you going to record an audio message for my son, so that I'll feel more confident when I'm using your name to bully others?

Perturabo imagined the old man deep within his palace, which he didn't show his sons, whispering among himself and Macardo as they watched the surveillance footage transmitted from countless cameras that might be hidden near the Primarch.

Sigh, no matter how unwilling I am, the old folks at home have spoken, so I still have to do the work.

Once we find the older brother from this era, we need to quickly get him to think of a way to rebel against the old folks.

We can't find anyone right now, and my brother doesn't seem like the type to lead troops into battle.

I'll ask the other guys when I have the chance to see what's going on.

Athens, 600 BC.

In the middle of the night, Aaron heard a roar. Angron, who should have spent the whole day playing with his father and had a harmonious parent-child relationship, was now sleeping with his father.

Aaron was relieved, but when he heard the shouting and went to check, he found that the old man had kicked Angron, who was sleeping against the wall, in his sleep.

Then he was startled awake by Angron's roar, and looked around in bewilderment:

"What's wrong? I was sleeping soundly, why did you suddenly start crying? Aaron, take your brother to your side, don't disturb my sleep."

"Sigh, she's grown up to look like a three or four-year-old child, why is she still crying in the middle of the night?"

Anda grumbled and cursed, then fell asleep without caring whether Angron would bump into anything.

Aaron picked up Angron, coaxed his little brother to sleep, and carried him to his room.

To Aaron's surprise, Angron didn't insist on sleeping in his strange position this time, but instead lay on the bed like a normal person.

It seems he's been traumatized by the kick his father gave him in his dream.

Aaron could only find joy amidst the hardship and try to think in an optimistic direction.

After being startled awake in the middle of the night, I couldn't fall back asleep.

Aaron remembered what Apollo had overheard: two pointy-eared people locked in their basement were rehearsing a play in place of his father and uncle.

But he couldn't hear any sound, and Marum couldn't sense anything either.

After much deliberation, Aaron, unable to contain his curiosity, put on a coat, entered the courtyard, and headed towards the entrance to the basement.

Putting everything else aside, he really wanted to see what a pointy-eared person looked like.

My father had cursed that all stories about pointy-eared people created by humans would end in tragedy.

So, these pointy-eared people must have done something wrong, but a large part of the reason is that the father was a bit petty and couldn't stand seeing others have a good ending.

Aaron reached the basement door, moved the jars on top, and lay down to listen carefully.

I still didn't hear anything.

Anyway, there was no concept of horror movies in this era, and people were still afraid of the monsters created in mythology.

There's a high degree of acceptance for undead.

However, Aaron can no longer even hear ghostly cries.

He walked down the steps and saw the entire basement.

Everything was kept in perfect order; after all, with Marum around, there was no need to worry about toilet hygiene.

The middle section has been cleared out to create a large space, which is probably where the two pointy-eared people rehearse.

Aaron found a small stool and sat down, imagining that there were two people rehearsing a performance in front of him.

Even if there really was nothing in front of him.

However, from the perspectives of Sibi and Redo, things are not so simple.

Almost the instant Aaron sought them out, the two felt their souls being suppressed.

Even to the point of extinction.

This demise is not a cognitive decline of energy, but rather the annihilation of the part that makes up the subspace soul itself.

It's like a wall with no signs of damage, but a part of it is simply gone.

It's as if this part never existed from the very beginning of the wall's construction.

This also means that their souls will never be taken by Slaanesh.

Because they no longer possess a soul.

"Asuyan above! This is the era before the birth of that vile being, Salis. It must be that Asuyan, moved by the suffering of our people, is about to liberate us!"

Savi and Red immediately knelt down, praising the disappearance of their souls.

Redo cautiously added, "The change came from this young human. Does this mean that it wasn't Asuyan who liberated us?"

Although the dissipation of the soul is the most beautiful thing for the Spirit Race.

But what if you worship the wrong god and the god is displeased and decides not to grant them salvation?

They had recently witnessed firsthand that the Lord of Mankind possessed the ability to protect them.

The young man before me must be a descendant of the Lord of Mankind in the past, a child of God, and thus a god himself.

Siebe thought Redo's words made sense and immediately changed her tune:

"Holy Son, may your mercy be upon my people."

Anyway, Hilego is a god of fun and he'd love for the Eldar to be free, so such a small thing wouldn't offend him.

On the contrary, it will win the encouragement of the God of Laughter.

The two of them shouted together in devout prayer:

"By the Holy Son!"

Then they were surprised to find that their psychic energy had stopped fading and their souls had been restored to their original state.

Oh no! They forgot one thing!

The relationship between the ruler of mankind and his offspring is not necessarily good!

The act of calling him a holy son indeed provoked retribution.

Damn it, let's just be scared out of our wits!

At this moment, from Aaron's perspective, he finally saw two so-called pointed-eared people kneeling in front of him.

"Oh dear, I know that people in the future will regard that old man as an emperor, but you don't need to treat me like a prince. It feels strange to have someone kneeling in front of me."

Aaron quickly stood up and reached out to help the two pointy-eared men.

A terrifying, pure power, strong enough to calm the waves of the Warp, touched the souls of the Eldar.

Compared to the cold star of the Dark Lord, this vast and seemingly tranquil subspace itself clearly utterly intimidated these souls who had become accustomed to the chaos and fluctuations of the subspace.

It's like a person living by the sea waking up one day and suddenly finding that the ocean in front of them has disappeared and turned into a desert.

Let alone the terrifying monster that originally lived in the sea and devoured the souls of every inhabitant on the shore.

Even the small fish and shrimp are gone, and the exposed seabed itself is cracked and hardened, with no trace of water erosion remaining.

In other words, Slaanesh no longer exists!

Aaron's voice broke their reverie, and he smiled kindly:

"You can continue rehearsing, don't worry about me. Although this is the first time I've seen pointy-eared people, you look very similar to humans."

Saviour suddenly realized that they might have found a way to absolve the Eldar of their sins.

It seems that our ancestors' method of sacrificing their lives to charge to the Golden Throne and gain recognition was the right one!