Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The Imperial Guards decided to hold a meeting to discuss and see what the Imperial Guard Marshal thought.

They did not doubt the urgency of the battle, but they couldn't help but worry: what if Guilliman developed a habit of commanding the Imperial Guard by opening too many doors of convenience in the future?

Until one day, they received orders to leave the palace gates wide open. What were they to do?

"Go, Icarus, take five men with you."

His Majesty spoke, and his voice sounded like countless cockroaches crawling into your ear canal while you were asleep, their antennae sliding and slapping against your eardrum, creating fragmented syllables that were barely pieced together into understandable words.

Icarus, the designated attendant on the right side of the throne wheelchair, walked out and knelt down:

"My lord, I will set off immediately."

He was designated as the right-side wheelchair pusher because the other Imperial Guards were pushing the wheelchair with incorrect force, causing His Majesty to experience back pain.

Therefore, only the left-hand push handle is always rotated between different people.

I don't know if His Majesty will be able to adapt to the pressure from others after I leave.

The Golden Throne is very heavy; even the Imperial Guard has to exert force to hold it up.

However, the displacement must be gradual; one cannot use too much force and push His Majesty down.

That led to the fact that the human empire was effectively destroyed by the Imperial Guard.

Several hours later, at Terra Port, Icarus, disguised, was about to experience leaving Terra for the first time, just like the five Royal Guards behind him.

Even before the spaceship had risen above the palace's altitude, the Imperial Guards already felt a strange sadness.

It's not about homesickness or worry that things will never return.

Rather, they were worried that during their absence, the palace might fall and the emperor might be humiliated.

The reason was simply that five of their Imperial Guards were missing.

If such an event were to occur, they would transform into the world's most terrifying hunting party of heretics and aliens.

Why only five? Because they didn't consider Icarus, who was supposed to retire but had unexpectedly become the right-hand man of His Majesty's throne in a wheelchair, to be their companion.

Terra Port, the bricks that were just stepped on were stepped on by the Primarch 12,000 years ago.

Peturabo stormed off the starport and headed towards the palace.

If it weren't for the robust air defense system in Terra City's defense zone, he would have wanted his spaceship to crash directly into the palace, billowing with fury and smoke, and slamming down in front of the palace gates.

He himself led the legion's best warriors, leaping from the ruins of the spaceship and charging toward the throne to rescue his brothers!

He also had several loops of special cables hanging from his waist. Of course, he wasn't a plumber or electrician at the palace, nor was he braiding large cables into ropes.

Some time ago, the old man's messenger instructed him to regularly make cables according to the provided specifications, to weave them by hand, and that someone would collect them and send them to Terra.

During his wartime jump, Peturabo passed by Saturn and was not even allowed to enter Mars' orbit.

That's fine. Saturn's technology might not be inferior to Mars' technology. Anyway, it's all the Empire's money. It's his father's stuff, so why not take it?

Unfortunately, someone delivered letters to Katherine and the Iron Warriors who remained in Terra to fight the Ashes.

The letter describes Katherine's life as good, with the Emperor being very kind to her and even personally teaching her to cook, saying that all the dishes were Aaron's favorites.

The old man just wouldn't say where Aaron was, and Katherine couldn't get the answer out of him either.

If she still has the energy to teach cooking, then it's not a big problem; her older siblings don't need to worry.

Xiao Pei never imagined that this might be a way to remember the deceased; she was still thinking that her sister could learn to cook it for her brother.

He continued looking down, then became so angry he nearly flew into a rage, his seven orifices emitting smoke, and the cables above his head went into overload again, as if he wanted to jump up and storm into the palace.

He swung the hammer in his hand, causing chaos and upheaval, shaking the palace and toppling the throne!

Three days have passed since Guilliman and Dorn were urgently summoned to the palace, and there has been no news of them.

Peturabo immediately began to suspect something—

The thirteenth brother's actions are indeed prone to misunderstanding, but the fact that he can make Dorn almost spit out his words and still come to explain to him, and that his older brother is there to back him up, shows that he is a good younger brother.

But this good younger brother previously only caused unpleasantness between the brothers, and now he might be making their father unhappy as well.

Perturabo had heard more or less that the planets acquired by the Ultramarines during the Great Crusade were basically managed in the manner of the Five Hundred Worlds, and there were even instances of de facto separatism, such as independent taxation!

even--

Guilliman himself delivered a speech, calling for the recruitment of citizens from the Imperial world, where other necessary infrastructure was not yet completed, to immigrate to the Five Hundred Worlds. The large posters clearly stated:

"Build a brand new empire!"

The accompanying image shows Guilliman giving a thumbs-up and a toothy smile.

Damn it, who came up with this idea in Guilliman's World? It's ruthless.

Perhaps, Father's secret summons to the capital this time was to frame and kill Guilliman!

No, he has to go in and take a look. He'll go to Terra and come back, but it'll only be a waste of a week.

His company commander, Midrod, held the line at the front.

So, Peturabo showed up and announced that he was there to see his father, and landed alone at the starport without bringing anyone with him.

In his pursuit of maximum speed, Peturabo threatened numerous Imperial departments.

They even climbed onto a civilian ship, which was filled with Imperial citizens who had come to Terra to support its construction or for tourism. Seeing the Primarchs crammed into the luggage compartment and glancing back at them from time to time left many of them with psychological trauma.

On the bright side, their luggage had been in close contact with the Primarch.

After disembarking, the Primarch knew that Terran wouldn't send him a car. Since the old man wouldn't give his son any face, then the son wouldn't give his father any face either.

Xiao Pei sped along, her power armor practically sparking as she stepped on Terra Avenue. She carried her helmet without covering her face, and deliberately slowed down when passing surveillance cameras or news cameras to ensure she was clearly captured on camera.

He even took the time to take a group photo with two families who were walking with their children in the park in front of the city wall.

Anyway, the child was very happy and reached out to pull the cable off Xiao Pei's head, while the parents were more worried that the huge monster would grab their child and crush them into mincemeat in its iron claws.

You're just going to watch your son show his face in public!

Finally, Peturabo made his way to the palace. If the city gate leading to the palace hadn't been unguarded and usually open, he would have tried to smash it down with his power armor.

Otherwise, even if it's a robbery on the spot—no, I mean, even if we coordinate to move down a city defense cannon, we'll blast the gate open!

He had a vague feeling that he must have some connection with the city wall.

Xiao Pei didn't know how long it would take the top mountaineers of the 21st century to climb Mount Everest, but he did know that the elevator to the top of the palace was not in operation today.

You old fool, you're really disrespecting your son, aren't you?

We're building your family business for you, and this is how you treat your son?

No road? No problem, I'll just climb up.

Anyway, it's not like he's never climbed a mountain before.

The last time I climbed the mountain, I saw that purplish-black whirlpool at the top of the cliff.

This time, climbing up will only result in their father's stern face; there's no difference.

Historical records indicate that Peturabo breached the city walls and the palace guards, becoming the first Primarch to enter the palace illegally.

"Where is Guilliman! Where is Dorn! Old man, where is my brother!"

What did you do to them?!

Perturabo burst through the doors of the ceremonial hall. His power armor, crafted with the Empire's advanced technology and enhanced with his own brilliant modifications, gave him astonishing power.

It even knocked two Imperial Guards flying.

The shattered remains of the wall, along with the scattered dust and debris, finally came to rest on a faint golden psionic grid.

His father is holding up this grid, which not long ago was a chessboard.

Guilliman and Dorn stood on opposite sides as chess players, carrying out the tasks entrusted to them by their fathers.

"Disgraceful thing, do you think you could have climbed up here if I hadn't ordered the palace defenses to be shut down?"

The Emperor spoke, restoring the psionic chessboard to its original position. He reached out and stroked it, and the pieces representing the eighteen legions reappeared.

"You continue, I need more results from the deductions, Guilliman, continue."

The Emperor rose, and the nine legion pieces were shrouded in a black veil, controlled by Guilliman.

He walked around the chessboard toward Peturabo, whom he had expected to see suffer, his hands clenched together, each fist making a cracking sound.

Chapter 227 Evil Steel and Ugly Phoenix (Part 1)

"Father, what are you doing? We're not in Athens now. You said you returned the power of the future, didn't you?"

Aaron watched as his father squatted in the corner, his hands seemingly back in the state of being deep inside the black mist, controlling the fight between the two sides.

He clearly said he was going to go fishing in the underground river, but staying on the side was too boring, so he probably started fantasizing about some fighting game again.

Uncle Hades is already searching through his old diaries, which are all engraved in stone with illegible characters.

Before he could figure out what the Gates of Hell really were, Aaron had to stay here and take care of his elderly father.

Marum returned to the ground to look after Angron and the fifth brother. They didn't need to fetch them, but he was to help them set up their tents.

It serves as a logistics transport between the camp and the Gates of Hell.

"I'll punch his jaw! I'm going to dislocate it and replace it with an iron one!"

“Pull out all those cables from his hair too. Yes, yes, it’s fine to just shave his head, but why give him a massage and have a head full of wires? It makes people think I’m some kind of abusive thunder king.”

Does "Thunder King" refer to Zeus?

Aaron listened to the strange words around him, silently making connections, then suddenly widened his eyes and shouted;

"Father, what are you doing to Peturabo!"

Haircut, wires on the forehead?

Isn't that Xiao Pei?

Anda glanced back at his son, who was still flipping through historical documents, and muttered, "Who keeps a diary?" before turning to his son with a broad smile.

"Come on, stretch out your hand. My future self took away that power. If you want to use it, you need to occupy a space. You can't understand this form of existence. You just need to know that this power can be triggered at the right time, just like now."

Anda gestured for Aaron to extend his hand, then, after saying something with a sly expression, suddenly slapped Aaron's hand hard:

"Haha, just kidding."