Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

These ideas suddenly popped into Angron's little head. Instead of approaching immediately, he began to examine the passageways in the entire area.

It appears that there are at least a dozen large areas nearby that use ventilation equipment of the same scale.

However, only three areas are operational.

The one calling out to me was one of them; counting in the order I've come all this way, it was exactly the twelfth.

After confirming that he sensed no malice, Angron tiptoed over to the valve.

Just as he was about to climb up to see what the room inside was like, the valve suddenly opened, and an arm reached out, slightly beyond his reaction limit. A large hand gently grabbed Angron's body and brought him into the room.

Only when the darkness concealed by his bent fingers was lifted could Angron see his surroundings clearly.

Although it is called a room, it is actually a magnificent palace made of gold, with a bed at the center and decorated with the skulls of ferocious beasts all around.

The bed is surrounded by steps that extend to different areas.

The large hand slowly turned, revealing a huge face that stared at him with curious eyes.

What a face! It's almost identical to mine. If he doesn't look like this when he grows up, it must be his own problem.

The face is fierce and cold, with hair combed back and the hair around the ears specially trimmed to show the sharp lines of bright red teeth or fangs.

He spoke, his voice like that of a monster capable of devouring itself with a single bite, yet incredibly gentle:

“There aren’t many spies who can infiltrate the palace. My brother is one, and you are one too. Although I’m very reluctant to admit it, given how little you are now, I have to call you brother.”

“I am Omega, elder brother, your youngest brother.”

Omega said this, gently placing Angron on his bed and lifting the gladiator-style animal skin decoration to reveal a mat made of scales from an unknown creature, shimmering with a bluish-green light.

"Actually, I like this color, but my father made me pretend to be you."

Omega introduced the room's layout, his eyes fixed on his brother who was curiously looking around. He couldn't help but use his psychic powers to disguise his appearance again, transforming himself into a normal-sized human.

Finally, he reached out his wicked hand and pinched Angron's still chubby little face.

"I'm sorry, you're just too cute."

The sheer joy of witnessing the Primarch's cub form firsthand was indescribable for Omega.

He quickly explained the surroundings: this was the palace, his father's home.

The father has twenty sons, each leading an army to reclaim territory and save humanity.

Because Angron was sent away, his twenty-first unknown son, Omega, was impersonated as Angron.

Anglong understood these things without difficulty; it was just a thought that popped into his head.

"So, you're here in this cesspool in my place?"

Omega frowned. How could a child use foul language and mention such obscene words!

He corrected him, saying, "We are saving humanity; it is a glorious cause."

Angron obediently gave an "oh," still looking around as if searching for something. Then he raised his head, his little hands tugging at Omega's fingers, and asked earnestly:

"Omega, where's your brother?"

Omega gasped. So cute! He wanted to pinch it again.

"He should be with Dorn. Ryan came to Terra tonight, saying that Fourth Brother had fraudulently obtained a lot of equipment under the name of the Dark Angel, and he came to cause trouble."

"I'll take you to the banquet later, brother."

Angron nodded and then asked:

"Then, where is Daddy?"

Omega looked down and pointed to his feet:

“Deep underground.”

Upon hearing this, Anglong's pupils constricted instantly: "Dad is dead, have we buried him?"

Omega laughed out loud. That's more like it. Finally, a Primarch can be so innocent.

This means that they are no different from ordinary humans, except that they grow up a little faster.

"He's still alive, just busy with his own things. Brother, tell me first, what would you like to eat? I'll be the chef tonight."

Chapter 251 Ryan Arrives in Terra, The Embracer Ryan (3K)

"Brother Ryan! Brother Dorn!"

Angron was practicing saying his brother's name when Omega thoughtfully told him who would be attending the banquet later.

He showed Angron the various functions of the huge room, including a wall covered with spears and shields that connected to the entire palace's surveillance system.

Even while impersonating Angron, Omega could not hide his desire for intelligence surveillance.

Since Alpharis was able to infiltrate the palace, it shouldn't be a problem for him to secretly install a surveillance camera at home.

This is also to protect my father.

I would never secretly film His Majesty picking his toes and sell it.

“Look, brother, your brother is over there. He’s with Dorn. They can appear in the palace openly.”

On the screen, Aaron is walking with Dorne on a covered bridge leading from the palace to the outer fortified area.

Only two imperial guards stood watch at the front and back. Below the covered bridge was an artificial garden, the exact number of plants that were actually natural is now impossible to determine.

“Imperial officials once proposed a Palace Visiting Day, allowing the public to visit these sights without entering the main area of ​​the palace.”

Dorn was describing the nearby structures when his brother suddenly collapsed in front of him. At that moment, he was drawing plans by hand to build the warehouse behind the palace.

The aim was to guide the invaders to attack the "rear" area above ground, rather than focusing solely on digging beneath the palace.

This was written on a small note that his father had slipped to him before leaving the palace not long ago.

In short, the information he and Omega received about where their father had gone was completely different.

That old man, he only has two sons in his family, so we still have to be careful.

“Ryan won’t arrive for another four hours. He has to cause trouble at the Imperial government offices first, because Peturabo hasn’t been able to get any extra supplies for a while.”

"So he disguised the Dark Angels' nameplate and identification signal and took the supplies. He was still careful and didn't touch the weapons and ammunition supplies, he just took some valuable materials."

“I guess Ryan will negotiate a good deal with them, and then go after Peturabo.”

Dorn explained the current situation of his other brothers, and it was clear that Little Pei hadn't told Aaron about this beforehand; he had done this job.

Aaron was somewhat surprised. Where did Xiao Pei learn all these behaviors from?

Was it self-taught, or was it inherited from the old man in the family who was cunning and deceitful?

“I’m really looking forward to seeing Ryan. The last time we met was when he left the forest to join the locals and complete his mission on that planet.”

Aaron had no choice but to shift his thoughts and start imagining what Ryan would look like now, and whether he had grown to the Primarch's physical level.

Dorn laughed, "As long as I send a message telling him you're here, I think you'll see Ryan come rushing over in a few minutes, having stolen a Guardian motorboat."

Aaron sighed, "How come there isn't a single person who follows the rules? They're always either robbing or cheating."

It seems that only Dorn is the most law-abiding among them.

Dorn shook his head and chuckled, "It probably started with Perturabo. Everyone treats these things as if they're their own home. Since they're their own home, it doesn't matter who uses them."

"However, His Majesty will indeed have a headache. The Primarchs are so arrogant, and the public opinion is naturally negative. His Majesty is even more worried about whether his orders can be carried out smoothly in the future."

"An order?" Aaron could only chuckle a few times, reaching out and leaning on the edge of the walkway, which was clearly designed for people of unusual height, gesturing for Dorn to lift him up. "Will he give you any clear orders? I thought he would just hum and whine and give you hints, and you could just close your eyes and shoot forward."

"After all, he's too lazy to even distinguish the direction of the cutlery when he eats. He just lifts it up and stuffs it into his mouth, and considers it a success once it's in his stomach."

Dorn could only remain silent about this assessment.

The Imperial Guards in the distance paid no heed to this, as if some old man had given them some instructions beforehand.

Aaron soon got hungry. As long as his psionic projection wasn't impacted, it was basically no different from a normal person's, and he could even fall asleep in his dreams.

Fortunately, Ryan arrived quickly. Without removing his armor and ammunition, he lay down in the military affairs office, and several Terran dignitaries, including one of the warlords who had the opportunity to be on friendly terms with the Emperor, came out to coax the child.

How did this emperor raise his children? These warlords were of bad character and had a lot of immoral behavior in the past, so it was normal for some of them to be spoiled brats.

How come your sons are all so big? They don't act like noblemen at all, they're like bandits.

Oh, by the way, you, the Emperor, are Terra's biggest bandit.

Once this concept was clarified, people felt relieved.

After they went to great lengths to defeat us and establish an empire, it turned out to be a den of bandits. I like that.

A bandit's den means that all that's needed is to maintain the bare minimum of order, or even just a public declaration, while in private you can do whatever you want—you're basically a local tyrant.

With twenty Primarchs, at least five of them could be used as a shield to act recklessly.

The unfortunate remnants of the warlord forces, due to the actions of Ryan and Little Pei, made a slight misjudgment of the empire's situation.

I thought these two were also bandits.

After their increasingly outrageous behavior, a ruthless enforcer will make them understand what order truly means.

Even before they commit their crimes, they foresee the crimes these people will commit and deal with them accordingly.

But that's a story for a long time to come; for now, Aaron needs to fill his stomach.

Only after the conditions were met did the little lion return to the palace triumphantly, ready to meet the emperor and tell his father that he had completed all the secret missions the emperor had assigned him.

If there's nothing else going on, I'll go with my brothers to fight on the front lines. If anything happens, just call me back.

When Ryan entered the palace, he did not remove his armor, and was even followed by twenty Astartes Primarchs, who were also fully armed.

They were in completely different states when Guilliman entered the palace.

The young lion walked with a swagger, even a bit sloppy, as if his gait was a hodgepodge of many different walking styles, devoid of any so-called court etiquette.

The guards on both sides of the golden road even suspected that if the First Primarch were in a good mood, he would crawl on all fours for a few steps.

But even the lion with the mechanical arm behind him had a calm look in its eyes and was very well-behaved; it didn't look like a fierce beast.

Its owner, however, was rather arrogant.

At least Xiao Pei would bow when she first came in; it was only when she couldn't reason with the old man that she resorted to violence.

"Waldo, where is my father?"