Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Only Guilliman remained. The eloquent Guilliman, in these last few days, tried to persuade his father to abandon the idea that half the legion would mutini.

The half of the army that the father gave to himself on the chessboard was never the same each time.

There are even theories suggesting that dark angels and space wolves might rebel.

How could that be! Based on Guilliman's own experience, my elder brother is loyal to the emperor and loves his country, while my wolf brother is a good-for-nothing!

It's clear that even the father himself wasn't sure who would betray him; maybe he was using this topic to get on his nerves!

"Father, abandon those terrible ideas that haunt your mind. Our expedition is thriving and advancing steadily! If you are worried, you can send back a quarter of the legion to take turns garrisoning Terra!"

"You'll have the opportunity to spend more time with and mentor my brothers!"

"I can fill any empty space by myself!"

Standing in the empty hall, Guilliman felt his own insignificance, even as the Primarch.

Looking up, he saw his father, whose expression was unpredictable, sitting on the throne, scrutinizing him.

"Then should I hand over the responsibility of the War Commander to you?"

The emperor questioned his son, who had gone out to work overtime, dealing with those secret matters.

Now that he has no advisors to give him advice, the emperor can only maintain this cold and aloof attitude to preserve the status quo.

He genuinely didn't know how to answer Guilliman!

In Guilliman's view, his father was either insane or knew something he was keeping from them.

This hidden secret could even lead to the brothers turning against each other.

“Father, tell me what you’re hiding.”

Guilliman finally spoke, his voice soaring through the palace, only to be drowned out by the Emperor's cold snort.

This kid, he knows something.

This father and son, staring at each other but neither willing to give in, could have easily opened their hearts to each other if either of them had said just one more word.

Now they've ended up distrusting each other.

"Get back to your duties, Guilliman. This is none of your business."

The Emperor finally spoke, but he was still unwilling to reveal the full extent of the threat posed by the warp, at least not to Guilliman.

He even boasted to himself that his legion alone was equivalent to that of a quarter of the other legions' sons.

It should be noted that even Horus was unaware of this.

Guilliman finally lost his temper; he couldn't hold back any longer.

An unnamed fire seemed to rise within him, and he cast aside the good qualities he had cultivated through excellent education and upbringing. He resolutely raised his hand, pointing at his father:

"Tell me, what is the reason that my glorious brothers have turned their backs on humanity!"

"Your Majesty! Tell me!"

Even when dealing with his political enemies who had murdered his adoptive father, Guilliman followed the laws of Macurag.

At this moment, in order to prevent his brothers from developing into the terrible future that he had been creating in the game of chess these past few days, he dared to denounce the human emperor!

Do you really think I'm a well-behaved little kid?

Loka personally taught him psionic skills, showing no displeasure at his own dullness.

Even Peturabo, who didn't seem like a good person, was willing to fight and train with him.

His brothers even treated him to grilled fish.

This is family!

He cannot afford to lose his family, let alone the fact that his family is on the wrong side.

Now that he could find the answer by pressing his father, he wouldn't let the opportunity slip by!

"As the Lord of the Ultra Warriors and the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, I demand of you, Your Majesty, answer me!"

In Makulagh, political opponents and the public can genuinely question the government in court during meetings.

I was treated the same way when I gave my first speech as a child.

The Emperor was taken aback. In everyone's memory, Guilliman, who was the most polite and virtuous, would only complain a little afterward.

Who would have thought that now, even after I explicitly told him to step down, he would dare to point his finger at me and ask me questions!

Even Horus never dared to do that!

“Guilliman, watch your words and actions! Aren’t you betraying me with your deeds?”

The Emperor suppressed his anger, resisting the urge to slap Guilliman away, and gave a final warning.

Guilliman's inner fire was burning fiercely; he was the one in the right, so for the sake of truth, he was willing to contradict his father!

He spread his arms, knelt down, and roared:

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of betraying you. It is you who are betraying your son, your generals! And even your empire!"

Damn it, I'm going to explode!

Guilliman began to speak eloquently, recounting many political anecdotes and cautionary tales that Makula had learned since his return, hoping to awaken his father.

His speech even led the Emperor to finally summon the Imperial Guards who had been stationed outside the palace to save face for Guilliman.

"Take him away."

The emperor is ruthless and indifferent; this matter is of great importance and it is far too early to announce it.

No, it can't even be made public, as long as the internet is fixed by ourselves—

Now, all we need to do is complete the Great Expedition before the network is repaired and reclaim the Milky Way.

"Guilliman, go and reclaim the galaxy. I can give you power second only to Horus. When the galaxy is reclaimed, I will tell you all the secrets."

The Emperor made the biggest concession he could, and he hoped Guilliman would understand.

However, Guilliman had now broken free from the shackles of the past, and he needed a clear answer today, even if it meant losing his life!

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to fight against Loka, Little Pei, or even Ruth.

It's even more unimaginable that these brothers could become so ugly and filthy.

Just a few days ago, I was commanding the legions betrayed by my brothers on the chessboard, using the "corruption" buffs my father had given these legions, and I was even a little smug at first.

He thought his father was reassessing his military abilities and was going to give him an important task.

But the thought that these scenarios could become reality made Guilliman feel ashamed and even angry about his previous excitement.

He was prepared, just like the two vanished legions!

The Imperial Guards pressed forward, trying to hold down the Primarch's arm and escort him away.

Before their hands could reach the Primarch's body, Guilliman had already charged forward, running up the stairs to the throne.

"Be bold!"

The Imperial Guards shouted their questions and gave chase. At this point, no one dared to throw a spear or fire a shot.

Because their emperor was in front of Guilliman, the Imperial Guard would never use weapons in the direction of the emperor.

(The Vengeful Spirit: Yes, yes, yes.)

The Emperor closed his eyes and casually extended a hand. Guilliman's head was pressed down by this hand as if it were aimed at him. Then the Emperor stood up and, as if teasing a child, pressed him face down onto his throne.

This is a historical record of the first time His Majesty the Great Guilliman came into contact with the Imperial Throne.

“Guilliman, I’ve gone too far with freedom. Do you want to bring the five hundred worlds under Terra’s rule as well?”

Guilliman was stunned for a moment, then went berserk, his face pressed against the throne where his father had just sat, his eyes bloodshot:

"You know everything! You could have stopped it! You're an idiot! You're a liar!"

Yes, in his father's eyes, the value of the Five Hundred Worlds was limited to its excellent resources and operations.

Father knew about the miserable lives other imperial worlds had suffered due to the Great Crusade and other reasons, but he remained unmoved and made no changes, as long as he conquered the empire and claimed the title.

He knows everything.

He clearly had the opportunity to slow down and allow these miserable people to at least live a life of basic sustenance.

But he just wouldn't do it.

Now they're even using the Five Hundred Worlds to threaten themselves.

"No, you are not my father! Kill me, kill me! What kind of empire do you want to build?!"

"I cannot accept that kind of future! My brothers will not accept it either!"

Tears streamed down Guilliman's face as he gave up the struggle.

There is another way to reject the future: death.

"I curse you, I curse your empire! It will be reborn, and I believe a bright future will surely come. But before that, it will burn to the ground!"

After Guilliman finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The Emperor's expression remained unchanged, even colder than Dorn's.

Yes, it's you, Guilliman, the source of that disaster.

He spoke, and his words became even more vile:

"Kill you? No, Guilliman, my finest tool. You still have to complete the Great Crusade. After all, the Ultramarines' contributions are undeniable."

The Emperor's merciless voice was like a heavy hammer, further shattering Guilliman's already battered heart.

Faint whispers even echoed around Guilliman:

"Your father is the one who has committed the most serious crime in history under this starry sky."

“We deeply sympathize with this, that humanity cannot find true solace and is trapped in so-called duties.”

“Come and become one of us, Robert Guilliman, you will kill your father and rule your brothers.”

"Let the galaxy burn, let the decaying empires perish, and then, mold the world into the shape you desire!"

[Ahem, Tzeentch glanced back at the other three. This is how the speech was written, right? At least when we were trying to fool Horus, we had a video presentation. Now we don't even have a PowerPoint presentation.]

However, Guilliman's rage, that nameless fire, had completely consumed his heart. He couldn't hear anything, not even the Emperor's voice pressing down on his head, let alone the corruption of chaos.