Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

An imperial envoy suddenly revealed his identity, holding a tape recorder in his hand, from which came the emperor's angry curses, accusing his son of going too far.

Such a spendthrift will destroy the empire sooner or later.

Peturabo was overjoyed, but I ruined it!

That means my father is going to hand over the empire to me!

Xiao Pei's gloomy expression vanished, and he strode towards the command room, where he saw his beloved company commander and—his brother!

It's amazing to be able to travel through time! He saw his brother in Terra, and today, having just arrived, he saw his brother again!

Xiao Pei greeted them with a smile;

"Hello, Aaron, and you, Midrod, get back to work and don't bother us."

His beloved company commander was sidelined and removed, and the work he was about to report on was put on hold.

"Aaron, Father said this family will be ruined in my hands. Do you know what that means?"

Xiao Pei looked smug and proudly showed off:

"This means he's tacitly agreeing to hand over the empire to me to rule! What is Guilliman? Can he compete with me? Aaron, you should consider finding another brother to support. I don't think I'm inferior to him in any way."

Xiao Pei was exceptionally happy today. If the Emperor knew that his words were interpreted in this way, he would probably want to slap Xiao Pei from afar.

Aaron jumped up and sat on the center console table, his legs swinging back and forth, his eyes filled with loving concern for the simpleton:

How long do you think it will take you to grow old?

Xiao Pei was taken aback, wondering why her brother was asking this, and subconsciously answered:

"We probably won't show any signs of aging for thousands of years. We are the original genes, incredibly powerful."

Aaron sighed, “But Guilliman only did a few hundred years or even a few decades of work, and he already had wrinkles.”

Xiao Pei clearly misunderstood Aaron's meaning and confidently said:

"Doesn't that just prove that Guilliman isn't ruthless enough, that he's too fond of playing with and blindly following his political system, and that he's not capable enough, so he can only rely on putting in extra effort to manage the empire?"

“I’m different. I can definitely handle things perfectly. Aaron, just don’t explicitly say who you support. Let’s compete fairly. Father might take your opinion very seriously.”

Aaron could only nod and say, "Then do as you please. I hope you won't regret your decision today; it's a heavy burden."

Chapter 243 Chaos Approaching (3K)

As the two brothers chatted, the topic turned to the civilian equipment that Steel Warriors was preparing to put into production.

Besides prosthetics, there are many other household tools, such as kitchen knives.

All the metals were selected from those discarded on the front lines, sterilized, and then remelted, with the user's name noted on them.

This signifies that these metals, which previously served the empire as weapons, now serve the empire's people as tools.

Anyway, the only one who came to nag was slapped back by Perturabo, at the cost of having to serve as a model for Mars for a period of time, while Mars was researching more powerful technologies that could be adapted to the Primarchs' combat capabilities.

"Let your company commander come over and report on his work as well. Official business is more important."

Aaron couldn't bear to watch any longer. He had a good impression of Midrod; Astartes, a man who was serious and honest, was everyone's favorite.

Xiao Pei reluctantly let the company commander come over, complaining:

"Didn't I hand over all the legion's responsibilities to you? You can handle them yourself. Unless you encounter an enemy that you can't defeat, don't bother me."

Midrod blushed and said, "My lord, thanks to the updated combat system, we rarely encounter tough battles anymore. However, legion management is not just about expeditions; there's also gene seed replenishment, logistics world management, and so on."

Xiao Pei said with a wicked grin, "Fine, I'll give you another solution to this problem. You send a liaison letter to the Ultramarines and have them send ten people over to be your secretaries. We'll also investigate what's so good about their management system in Ultramar that makes even the old guys unwilling to get involved."

"Who do you think I am with Guilliman? I got beaten up by that old man right in front of him, and all he did was give me ten soldiers in return."

Xiao Pei had an attitude of "what's his brother's is mine," and he thought his father's act of dividing the army into different factions was stupid and would create a rift between them.

For example, a lion and a wolf fighting.

Everyone comes from different backgrounds and has different cultures. Each person has their own strengths, but they are unwilling to learn because of their own stubbornness. That's just too stupid.

He cannot make that mistake. Guilliman was able to spread the management system of the Five Hundred Worlds as the Great Expedition progressed, so Peturabo can too!

Even if he can't do it, his company commander can learn it by watching and studying hard. Once he learns it, then Petulabo will be able to do it too.

A good ruler doesn't need to do everything personally; it's enough to have subordinates who can do the job well.

He won't work himself to death like Guilliman.

At this point, the company commander was no longer in the mood to complain.

Alright, our original body has completely lost respect for His Majesty.

He could only give a routine report, mentioning the phenomena that the Primarch should pay attention to recently.

"The vicious techniques of those extinct alien races have reappeared on the battlefield. It's as if something else was collecting the knowledge of these aliens along with the Empire's destruction of them."

Aaron, who was holding a sketchbook, also frowned. Yes, who exactly was collecting this knowledge?

Xiao Pei's relaxed and carefree face also turned serious, and she said earnestly:

"We're not professional intelligence officers, after all. What do you think of Alpha, who has been cooperating with us all along?"

Midrod said respectfully, "This phenomenon was reported by the Alpha Legion. They are also seeking answers and have already sent someone to contact Lord Macado."

"As you know, the mysterious organization of the Seal Bearers might find the answer."

Xiao Pei rubbed her hands together; if she applied a little more force, sparks would fly.

“Macado—why is it that he can do so many strange and even presumptuous things, while I only went a little bit too far and got beaten up?”

Aaron shrugged and said, "It's probably because of the generational difference; we have to call him uncle. But for my father, he's his partner and brother."

Xiao Pei's gaze darkened: "I have a plan. I'm going to find Russ. His hometown is said to have a wine that can get even my father drunk. I'm going to get Makado drunk, and then we'll become sworn brothers."

Aaron hadn't expected that Little Pei's ambition would be stirred up by his few words. He wasn't so concerned about the issue of address, but simply reminded her:

“I think if you actually do that, Uncle Makado will play a trick on you. Then, Father will come and beat you up.”

Xiao Pei said without hesitation, "Opportunities are earned through hard work. If I don't take risks, I will never achieve my goals."

Midrod said respectfully, "My lords, may we discuss serious matters and talk about those vicious techniques that suddenly appeared and have already been dealt with?"

"Although there are already countermeasures, dealing with them individually is not difficult. However, the mastermind behind them must know the Empire inside and out. Sooner or later, they will combine and accumulate into a huge filth that threatens the Empire's rule."

Xiao Pei dismissed it: "They're just a bunch of defeated opponents. If there really is a hell in this world, they can return from hell."

"Then I will send them back to hell again and again!"

Despite saying this in his attitude, Xiao Pei still made many military deployments, requiring the command levels of each company to report the situation in a timely manner.

Even the ordinary auxiliary troops and logistics personnel should be given more attention, and they should be reminded to read the "Iron Heart" newspaper after reading the Imperial Truth.

Stop thinking about those unnecessary things and focus on how much you've contributed to the empire's rule and the people's well-being.

Xiao Pei had already glimpsed the malice hidden behind the starry sky; only when her brother was by her side was the place pure and stable.

At other times—

Loka had revealed many concepts of psionic power and warp to him, but when he pressed him on why his father ignored them,

Luo Jia merely gave a mysterious smile, as if he were the mastermind behind everything, and offered no comment.

He said, "Guilliman will find the answer for us."

Damn Guilliman, it's Guilliman again. How can a psionic Muggle like him get Lorgar's support?

I, the fourth son, am not necessarily inferior to the thirteenth son!

Aaron reflected on what he had learned from his meeting with Xiao Pei and felt that he needed to go back and ask his father about the situation, provided that the father was in a human form.

After all, Xiao Pei didn't encounter any crisis, but the things that happened to him one after another seemed to be connected by a vague clue.

Aaron is still unaware of what lies behind these encounters.

He could only record keywords such as "half of the legions rebelled," "Guilliman," and "the vicious arts of an extinct race have reappeared."

I hope that when I go back and ask my father, he won't treat me like a riddle-maker.

Or perhaps they know nothing at all.

Sigh, it seems he needs to find an opportunity to meet the father of this era; the problem still lies with him.

"Alright, Xiao Pei, I should go now. Take me home."

Aaron spread his arms, gesturing for Peturabo to bump him back.

He was currently in a dream and not sleepy, so it would seem rather foolish for him to run into the wall and leave in front of Midrod.

Let's have some light interaction between the brothers.

Perturabo curled his lip. His brother was just that awesome. His psionic projection was incredibly solid, capable of traversing time and space, and he didn't even feel pain.

According to Dorn, he will be resurrected.

That's an immortal being.

But he said regretfully, "I promised my sister I wouldn't lay a hand on you again. You'll have to find your own way back."

Midrod listened in a daze, somewhat unable to understand why things were developing in a way that was completely unknown to him.

Did the Primarch ever fight Aaron?

And what does "go back" mean? He could arrange for someone to send him back by boat.

Aaron looked around helplessly, then walked to the porthole and took steps, almost escaping the gravitational field.

Midrod warned, "Your Highness, do not cross the warning zone!"

Aaron backed away, observing the surroundings, and waved goodbye.

"That's what I want."

He then abruptly dragged a gas cylinder over, jumped into the restricted area, and turned the valve with the bottom of the cylinder facing him.

The gas cylinder was crushed, but as expected, there were no traces of blood scattered everywhere, and even the gas cylinder disappeared.

Midrod has gone mad! Where is he?! Where is the bottle?!

Why does the Primarch seem completely unaffected by her brother-in-law's mysterious disappearance, even appearing nonchalant about it?

"Alright, Midrod, no need to make a fuss. The Aaron you saw was, well, most of the time, a psionic projection, but it was so realistic that it was impossible to tell the difference."