Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Midrod thought to himself, "The information came out so quickly. Could it be that His Highness Aaron has already joined the mysterious organization of the Marksman, Makado?"

Rumors are circulating within the Empire that Macardo is secretly building a secret service, distinct from the military intelligence gathering conducted against the enemy for the Great Expedition.

Makado's institutions were more focused on oversight of the empire's internal affairs.

So Aaron being sent here to carry out the mission can be seen as a way to gain experience and build up his qualifications.

Midrod only dared to ponder these things, which might be called political conspiracies, in his mind, and dared not say more.

Since His Majesty has not reacted to this, it means he has tacitly approved it. They should just do their jobs.

To avoid repeating the mistakes of the Thunder Warriors.

Just maintain basic mutual respect with these intelligence and espionage enthusiasts; there's no need to provoke them.

Aaron said, "Take me back to your flagship and arrange a room for me. I'll wait for Xiao Pei to come. I have something to tell him."

Midrod nodded in agreement, but still replied:

"Please contact me later; there are still some enemies outside that we haven't dealt with."

He turned around and joined the battle. Before long, several grotesque corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Aaron resisted the urge to have Midrod piece the aliens together so he could remember the whole picture, to avoid appearing too perverted.

Under their escort, they boarded the spaceship bound for the planetary orbit mothership.

Just as Aaron was about to take the opportunity to ask something, he saw the latter transform from a war god who had been slaughtering on the battlefield into a supersoldier working from home, starting to connect to the machine and process documents.

"I'm sorry for my neglect, I have a lot of things to take care of."

At this moment, Midrod's power armor even appeared somewhat bluish under the lights and the blue projection screen.

The Primarch had no choice but to force himself, as a company commander, to handle work while commuting between different battlefield areas.

The main problem is that they obtained too many resources from the empire, and there were too many people under their command who were eager to eat and drink.

There were also war plans in various regions, though not to the extent that the explosive guns were raised a few centimeters.

But since the Primarch had suddenly handed the entire legion over to them, the other company commanders couldn't afford to let them suffer too much.

Thus, Midrod became the de facto leader of the Iron Warriors, an outstanding example of impartiality.

Sigh, this family will fall apart without me.

Chapter 242 Xiao Pei: Big brother, please support me! (32K)

Aaron suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with Guilliman like?"

Even though he was so busy taking off, Midrod still had a moment to say a few words, and whispered:

"I once met Lord Guilliman at a Ultramarines book club meeting on behalf of the Iron Warriors. To be honest, that meeting was incredibly boring. Even though the Primarch personally extended an invitation, not many people showed up."

"Although each legion sent some people, the books they read the most were probably military manuals. In the end, the Ultramarines and White Scar got into an argument because they had different understandings of poetry."

"I think Lord Guilliman will no longer organize such book clubs."

Aaron sighed helplessly. He thought of Marum's personality, who could take a joke book and explain in a proper manner the origin of the jokes and the cultural background of the era in which they were created.

Then, with a stern face, I'll ask you, "I've explained it so clearly, why aren't you smiling?!"

Thankfully, they only argued and didn't fight.

"Isn't there a single legion that approves of this kind of meeting? I think it's good for you to exchange ideas about your reading hobbies in your spare time. Life isn't just about fighting and killing; sometimes you should also look at poetry and distant places. By the way, that's what Father said too."

Midrod straightened up, frowning as he memorized the words.

"Did His Majesty say that?"

Aaron nodded and said, "That's right. When he eats, he either doesn't say a word or becomes a chatterbox, saying a lot of things that people from who-knows-when said, in order to show off his extensive knowledge."

Midrod hurriedly said, "Your Highness, please be careful with your words!"

Aaron waved his hand and casually said, "You don't need to worry about that. Father just has occasional memory lapses and really wants to show off his abilities in front of his children. Even if he's talking nonsense, he can still say it with a straight face. Answer my question first. Don't worry about Guilliman's feelings. Even if no legion likes the Book Club, we need to let him know so we can find a solution."

Midrod found it difficult to guess the true nature of the "father-son" relationship between His Majesty and Aaron.

They, the Astartes, and even their Primarchs, had never experienced anything so close to real life.

Could the rumors be true?

Your Majesty considers yourself human, therefore when you communicate with humans, it is as if you were your best friend.

As for Astartes and Primarchs, they are merely tools for His Majesty's Great Expeditions. If they cannot become like mortals, they will be ruthlessly abandoned by His Majesty once they lose their usefulness.

Midrod was somewhat alarmed, but with more and more forms to process and documents arriving one after another, he hurriedly said:

"Space Wolves actually really enjoy book clubs; they've even come up with some brilliant insights to end arguments."

Aaron said with satisfaction, "That's right, that's more like it. I knew you guys with superhuman intelligence couldn't even understand a book."

Midrod explained, “But when I was reporting, the Primarch claimed that it was just the Space Wolves trying to end the argument quickly so they could move on to dessert. Macurag’s cooking skills were quite good and received high praise.”

The Space Wolves sound interesting; their Primarch is named Lehman Ruth, though I haven't met them yet.

After arriving at the orbital ship, Aaron was assigned a room near Midrod to await Little Pete's arrival the next day.

Aaron was also able to observe the Astartes during a day when they were not engaged in combat.

Ground warfare has become a shift system, with different companies sending out their own teams to hunt down the remaining forces of these alien races who are keen on dissecting humans, according to Midrod's plan.

At Aaron's request, a relatively intact alien corpse was also brought up for him to sketch.

These aliens are called "Dead Structures," or Destermore.

They are not standard humanoids, but rather consist of four arms, a relatively thin black torso, and deformed, curved legs with phalanges.

There are no obvious head, visual or respiratory features; the body is directly exposed in the original neck position.

It has two arms, just like a human, with a standard grasping structure.

The other two arms provide a similar function to a triangle support, assisting the two main arms.

It is said that during the colonial era, humans signed a contract with it, using its excellent nerve control abilities to perform some exquisite surgeries that cannot be replaced by machines.

It once held a high status in human society.

However, there are many contradictions among these documents, and the deceased themselves believed that they were once slaves of humankind.

The current practice of keeping humans in captivity and randomly selecting prey for dissection is merely a way for humanity to atone for its past sins.

Only history knows the truth about who is right and who is wrong.

The only certainty is that the existence of the Dead is not permitted by the human empire.

Aaron simply felt that the galaxy was too chaotic, no wonder his father wanted to launch a great expedition to reclaim the human empire.

He even felt that if one knew more about the enemies Astartes faced, one could compile a list of their numerous acts against humanity, ranked by severity.

This is indeed less dangerous than the aliens that extracted human nerve secretions before Sheila; at least the Deathcraft was anesthetized before it took action.

Aaron even felt a little uneasy about his own idea.

Damn it, how did the Milky Way become this horrible thing in just 30,000 years!

After finishing the sketch, Aaron watched the Astartes go through their monotonous daily training; they seemed to have no entertainment.

Even when they don't have to go into battle, they still spend most of their day in combat training.

As for Marum's prayer practices, there was no systematic manifestation of them.

They would just shout a couple of sentences and that would be considered enough.

It wasn't until before the break that Aaron saw some unusual images.

After a day of training, the Iron Warriors split into groups and gathered together to discuss issues.

They skillfully brought out their toolbox and the previously prepared parts, and began to study them.

Aaron thought it was some kind of military weapons development and discussion, but when he went over to take a look, he realized it was a military weapons development and discussion.

Their topic is how to differentiate themselves from the prosthetic technology of the Mechanism Church and develop more diverse prosthetics that are more suitable for everyday life.

The technology of the Mechanicus was too bloody and cruel, at least that's what the Primarch thought, considering it backward and utter garbage.

It would be a disgrace to Peturabo if his mortal support troops, who are now crippled, could only use these outdated models!

He's making a fool of himself!

Therefore, the Iron Warriors have a responsibility and a necessity to provide protection for the auxiliary soldiers who assist them on the battlefield.

Peturabo named it: "A mortal heart, a body of steel".

These harmless mechanical prosthetics are part of their new life! Every model that is designed and put into production is personally signed by Peturabo on the production line printing plate.

This valuable resource was even supplied at cost price to other legions and the vast mortal forces of the Empire, eventually spreading to countless secular productions.

Peturabo wanted to utter some outrageous words:

Life may take away your body, but steel will give you the strength to stand up and fight again!

His plans must penetrate every aspect of the empire in order to gain more leverage for his future actions!

Therefore, even his Astartes were used to brainstorm in their spare time to help humans design various objects.

Since they were designed to possess intelligence far exceeding that of ordinary people, taking on more social responsibility would be a good way to make the most of them.

As long as it doesn't affect the progress of the Great Expedition, the old man won't mind.

Early the next morning, an empty civilian ship docked at the temporary docking point of the Steel Warriors fleet.

Because Little Pete was delayed for several days in Terrado, there were no suitable military ships available for transport.

They had no choice but to take a civilian ship and continue to squeeze into the luggage compartment.

This was deliberately arranged by that petty old man. Don't you like sitting in the luggage compartment?

Anyway, it's fine for the Primarch to not eat or drink for several days, just curling up inside.

Those ordinary people carrying luggage were filled with fear and dared not get too close.

Fearing that the tall metal armor huddled in the corner would reach out and crush them.

When they arrived at the front lines, there were no passengers left on board except for the crew.

Little Pei really wanted to requisition the ship on the spot and keep it to transport supplies for them, since it was all for the benefit of the Empire anyway.