Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

According to Guilliman, the future father should be even less human, completely devoid of humanity.

That's why they sent Marum back, hoping to preserve his father's humanity in the past.

He wrote Guilliman's name on the clay tablet, thinking he could write a letter to his brother.

Aaron took the nail that Loka had given him from his belt and began to write, which went surprisingly smoothly:

"My brother Guilliman, and best wishes to your adoptive parents."

“This is a letter written in the past. I will bury it where I can see the three stars of Orion when I look up, which corresponds to the three pyramids of Giza.”

"I don't seem to have anything to say. I'm just so bored right now. I wonder why you look so tired. Is it because you're managing the mess your father left behind, or are you busy with the war against the demons?"

"By the way, I dreamt of another brother, Loka Aurelion, who was in a place called Colchis. I thought he was in Egypt, but when I got there, I realized he wasn't."

“Luo Jia is very well-behaved. He has promised me that when he sees Father, he will give him a beating. The pen we are using to write these words is a piece broken off from Luo Jia’s hammer. Although he is very handsome, he is bald like me. If you see Luo Jia, you can think of a way to solve our family’s hair loss problem.”

"I don't know how the relationship between you younger brothers will be in the future. I hope it won't become too strained, otherwise I, as the older brother, won't feel good even if I die."

"Seeing these words is like seeing the person, but I can't guarantee you'll be able to recognize them."

"Alright, dinner is here. It's roast beef, I heard it's for the warriors before the competition."

"Your loving brother."

"—Aaron Weil."

Aaron carefully placed the clay tablet into the oven, watching as the priest Dalette's servants brought over roast beef.

The servants were all concerned about when their father would come out of the tent; no one cared about themselves, the warrior who would later go on to fight Erst.

He was sullen and tore off a piece of beef leg to eat.

Once the clay slab was heated to the perfect temperature, they hurriedly and frantically pulled it out.

The mud slab cooled quickly, and he watched as the servants opened the tent and attended to his father's meals and washing as if he were serving an emperor.

The old man who had shaved his beard didn't seem uncomfortable at all, as if he was the one who was supposed to be the master of these people.

How extravagant! He was actually willing to open his mouth and let the maid hold him in her arms while she cleaned it with a toothpick.

Aaron's eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at the maids, and the same was true for the male servants around him—

I immediately felt a chill run down my spine.

No one even noticed Marum's disappearance, and no one cared about themselves.

Aaron found a shovel, carried a mud board on his back, and went to find the burial site.

Is it possible that the father is using his charm to attract attention so that Marum can successfully gather intelligence?

How could that be! That old man is the most selfish person ever!

Aaron was sullen. He dug a pit just big enough to hold the mud tablet, about an arm's length long, and put it in.

Since it's not like we're digging up a coffin, there's no need to dig too big.

As Aaron buried the soil, he wiped his sweat.

"Phew—I wonder if Guilliman can find this thing. Damn it, I'm not sleepy at all tonight. I can't even tell him the location of the mud tablet in my dream."

Aaron shook his head and turned to leave.

Forty-two thousand six hundred years later, the Radiance of Macragge was sailing away from the port of Mars, and the Cult of Mechanics had completed the restoration of this Glory Queen-class warship.

The Primarch must first reach the moon Luna, then rendezvous on Mars, before heading to the front lines tens of thousands of light-years away.

There are bugs everywhere, bugs all over the place, those nasty bugs—

Furthermore, traces of large-scale Word Bearers activity were detected, possibly aimed at bringing their long-bound Primarchs into reality.

Luo Jia—

Guilliman thought to himself, the Empire's intelligence service was convinced that Loka was trapped by something.

That's why the writers became so active.

As Guilliman donned the Armor of Destiny, he encountered Kaul, who had been somewhat behaving himself lately, and remarked with a rare joking tone:

"It seems our actions have had some effect; the Emperor was just joking with you."

“I thought you would stay in the sanctuary for more than ten years without coming out, but I didn’t expect you to come and see me off.”

Caul snapped his fingers together.

"Some new discoveries have been made, but you are too busy with official duties to answer questions except when you are putting on your armor before going to war."

The servo skull made a few ticking sounds, and several servants dragged a metal box closer, making a piercing hissing sound on the ground.

"One of the families of those unfortunate children sent me some relics from the ancient civilization of Terra as an apology. As you know, because of the state religion, possessing these ancient relics is a serious crime. We have no way to open this box without damaging the contents, but I think it will be useful to you."

"Perhaps it is Omnisiah's guidance that you will find a way to open this box, which may be beneficial to your war."

The Primarch remained silent, waiting for the armor to be fully donned.

Chapter 29 The Horse-Taming Man (Part 1)

The servants' service to Anda ceased before a bottle of blood was poured into his mouth.

These attendants belonged to the priests of Dalette, and therefore believed that the blood would calm Sehmite's emotions.

Anda drove these people away as if he were dismissing servants who had worked diligently for years, showing them no mercy whatsoever.

The servants had no choice but to leave reluctantly, their eyes filled with tears, turning back every few steps.

"Father, they treated you with such respect, and after you enjoyed it, you were so rude?"

Aaron was very dissatisfied. He had just returned, covered in dust and sand.

Anda glanced at her son, instinctively covering her hair, and said warily:

What did you send to the future this time?

Aaron put away his tools and lay back in his chair.

"No, I wasn't asleep at all, so how could I dream? I just buried a slab of mud. When I was carving words on it, you were resting your head on some girl's lap, waiting to be fed grapes."

"I'm worried that Marum might have trouble communicating with people when he goes out. Aren't you worried at all?"

Adachi adjusted her sleeping position, tilting her head back:

“The Macurags are experts in negotiation and debate, though not as good as Alpharis, but they are good enough to handle ordinary intelligence gathering work.”

Aaron scratched his head and said, "Here we go again, some terms I don't understand, Alpharis?"

Anda's tone was somewhat agitated: "My memories are all jumbled up. Don't ask me why I know this name. You guys must have gotten into big trouble in the future, which is why I can't even tell which memories should be used in the present."

"Oh, right, move aside and give me your recliner."

Anda stood up, grabbed her son, and tossed him aside.

"This recliner is more comfortable. Just find somewhere to rest. Marum will be back after midnight. Remember to meet him."

"Ah—I've been busy all day, I'm so sleepy."

Anda stretched and closed his eyes, falling asleep contentedly without even glancing at his son.

Aaron grew agitated and whispered in his father's ear:

"Aren't you worried about the battle I'm about to face? That enemy likes to cut off his opponents' heads and has even killed a crocodile on his own."

"If my head were ripped off and thrown in front of you, would you be lying on that bald priest's bed and secretly laughing?"

Anda turned his back and muttered to himself:

“Your brother was born able to crush ferocious beasts with his bare hands. You are their older brother, dealing with a mere mortal is nothing to worry about. If all else fails, there's always Marum; just put him in front of the line.”

"This is exactly what it's good for."

Aaron clenched his teeth and repeated:

"Make use of it?"

"Listen to that, how cold-blooded you are. You're treating everyone like a tool that happens to be useful?"

Anda was already snoring, and no matter how Aaron called her, she wouldn't answer.

Well, these days dads aren't reliable, so I can only rely on myself.

Aaron stood up and spat fiercely at his father.

Then he rummaged through his luggage and found the wooden sword, a prop he had prepared for a performance in Thebes years ago. However, the old man had eaten something bad that day and was vomiting and having diarrhea, muttering something like "Motalian, stinky thing, Motalian".

By the time the situation improved, the performance had already ended.

Fortunately, the experience gained during rehearsals was still there, including how to parry enemy attacks.

How to differentiate the angles of the blades when using axes and longswords to reduce wear?

Or how to grab the point where the blade touches the weapon with bare hands to achieve the effect of disarming.

However, these were all "performed" by peers during rehearsals, one move at a time.

I really wish someone could teach him how to fight.

As he was thinking, Aaron suddenly felt sleepy.

His eyelids started to droop, and he dropped the sword in his hand. He staggered into the tent and found a suitable position to lie down.

"Father, sooner or later I'll beat you so badly you'll be running for your life. Just like Hercules threw you to the ground at the Olympic Games."

He could no longer resist the drowsiness and fell asleep completely.

In his dream, a vast grassland stretched out endlessly.

He was also holding a wooden sword and a round shield that he had never owned before.

The shield has a blue background with white unconnected circles as its symbol, probably because of Marum.

The sound of a horse neighing rang in his ears. A magnificent horse, which he had never seen before and was almost larger than Marum's Heavenly Palace Guardian, was gently tugging at its bridle, gesturing for its master to move forward.

The horse's owner was a tall "child" who was shirtless and had a braid, with a broadsword and some woven ropes hanging at his waist.

"Are you the legendary spirit of the dead? When fog is about to rise over the grasslands, the adults say that spirits of the dead will appear. They are the remains that were not given a sky burial, waiting to be passed by by passersby, begging for a new battle, hoping to face death once more."

The child's face was still somewhat childish, but he was already a head taller than me, and he spoke rapidly, yet with unparalleled clarity.