Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Ryan shouted loudly, spreading his arms, and several vehicles driven by members of the Cult of Mechanics rushed over and dismantled the Prototype's power armor on the spot.

They should have caught up with the Primarch at the entrance of the main hall.

"Silence, Ryan. This is the Golden Road, the main path to the throne. Every brick here represents a hero who sacrificed himself for the establishment of the empire."

Constantine Waldo, head of the Imperial Guard, was officially referred to as Marshal or Commander.

It is said that His Majesty once praised Waldo as his most steadfast shield.

The commander of the Imperial Guard slowly descended the top steps of the golden path to greet the Primarch.

Ryan only slightly toned it down, laughing softly. After freeing himself from the constraints of his power armor, he walked forward with his arms outstretched and hugged Waldo.

Luther said that respect between knights should be based on proper etiquette.

Every action performed in strict accordance with the code of chivalry represents respect.

But Ryan felt that there was no emotion that a hug couldn't resolve.

They can bow to each other, but after these dry gestures, why don't they laugh heartily and hug each other?

Anyway, a hug won't destroy the world. He was often held and spun around by his older brother when he was little.

The most Luther can accept right now is a hug.

He tried to pick her up and spin her around, but she refused because of the size difference between them.

"Waldo, don't move. Let me try to pick you up."

Ryan gave Waldo a big hug, but in the end he still couldn't lift the Imperial Guard commander up.

The other side showed great resistance, and at this moment, at least dozens of Imperial Guards cast their gazes over, the meaning of which was unknown.

Perhaps, we're even anticipating it?

No, we absolutely cannot let this happen!

Well, Ryan doesn't necessarily want to find an opportunity to break the ice or embarrass Waldo.

He released his grip, rubbed the scratches on his arm from the sharp edges of the Imperial Guard's armor, and took several steps at a time, striding up the steps towards the center of the palace.

"By the way, why not open the side corridor garden? Only your Imperial Guards are watching from there; our Emperor doesn't have a single moment to appreciate the flowers."

Ryan complained about what he had heard about the palace and wanted to jump up to see if he could see the covered bridge from there.

His behavior was that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but he was the number one among all the Primarchs.

His enthusiasm was so excessive that many of his former brothers, who were already middle-aged and felt a great sense of responsibility, found it unbearable.

Aside from Ruth and Perturabo, the Primarchs were still quite wary of this leader.

Russ has nothing in his heart, Peturabo—

It is said that every time Peturabo used Ryan as a shield, Ryan would eventually forgive him, but the reason is unknown.

The other Primarchs couldn't help but worry that each meeting would lead to some awkward situation.

In particular, his father "openly" assigned some secret missions to Ryan, and Ryan and his brothers started complaining about these issues while chatting.

They even started recounting details about the characters.

The other brothers dared not be negligent, but they couldn't really listen to everything he said, for who knows if this was one of His Majesty's ways of testing them.

Therefore, Ryan quickly became one of the Primarchs' blacklists for receiving guests, and even had to be careful that Dark Angels would appear near their legions without warning, mainly because they were worried that their legions would become the part that the Dark Angels needed to silence when carrying out their little secrets.

Chapter 252 K Family Banquet (3K)

Waldo's breathing calmed down considerably. Come to think of it, when he first met Ryan, even in his Primarch form, he was still a boy, except for the beard he had now.

It's probably because His Majesty once reprimanded Ryan for not behaving like an adult.

He replied, "Then you should ask the palace's designers; they always try to embody the best of humanity in these places."

Ryan shrugged, then turned around and walked backwards up the stairs, not afraid of falling.

"So ironically, no one can see those landscapes now. I am a product of genes, and you are, variants or modified ones? When I pressed Uncle Makado for an answer, he didn't say, he just laughed and tapped me on the head."

Waldo finally showed a hint of humor and pressed on:

"Have you ever read an ancient Terran myth called 'Journey to the West', which tells the story of a religious monk searching for scriptures that can save the world?"

Ryan shook his head and said, "Reading? Forget about it. I hate reading stories the most."

Waldo showed a hint of regret and sighed, "That's a real pity. Makado loved those stories the most. In this story, a monk's apprentice once studied a skill with another teacher. The knowledge that teacher taught was something the apprentice was unwilling to learn."

"Until one day, he openly argued with his teacher, and the teacher tapped the student on the head."

Ryan found it very boring; he had never had a proper class in his life.

When I was a child, I learned to build houses, hunt, and cook from my older brother.

As he grew up, he learned about the customs and traditions of Caliban and the doctrines of chivalry from Luther, without ever reading a book.

He had stuffed the book Luther had given him into his pillow.

That parchment book was taller than a person and the material wasn't too hard, making it perfect for the Primarch.

At least Luther was quite pleased to see that Ryan always slept with a book under his pillow and that he didn't usually have any major health problems.

Waldo straightened his tone slightly and added:

"The number of times the teacher struck the door was the secret to achieving immortality and becoming invincible. Only this clever disciple understood it, arrived at the teacher's place at the appointed time, and learned the great skill."

Ryan didn't listen to a word of reason:

"That's how stories are written. If the protagonist doesn't have extraordinary intelligence and there's no plot specifically designed for him, he's nothing special."

Waldo couldn't help but shout:

"Your Highness! Do you really have to be so confrontational?"

Ryan was a little embarrassed and said apologetically, "Sorry, Waldo, I was just dealing with those imperial officials and I'm used to arguing with them. If Makado knocks me on the head again next time, I'll grab his sleeve and ask him what he's trying to teach me."

“In our Caliban, we all speak our minds. Why hide things like this? If precious skills and powers are lost, how will future generations fight against disasters and wild beasts?”

Upon hearing this, Waldo relaxed somewhat and sighed:

"That's the same principle, but we need to analyze specific problems in specific ways. Oh, that's something Makado also mentioned."

After talking for a while, the two finally arrived at the actual palace hall.

Ryan couldn't help but complain, "We really should have started with the Golden Road and built an elevator. It's not like you guys don't have the technology. Dorn mentioned this several times in his letters."

"Is there something wrong with you guys? You ignore all the helpful suggestions for improvement that others make. Do you really think that if you adopt someone else's suggestion, it means you didn't do a good job in the first place?"

Waldo shook his head and said, "There might be some of that mentality, after all, I'm not specifically in charge of this area. However, His Majesty personally requested this staircase, saying that it will be extended all the way to the foot of the mountain and will come in handy one day."

"I guess only Dorn and Guilliman will reply to your letters."

Ryan started rambling: "As long as there's a reply. By the way, that old man, sigh. We've been talking for so long, and you still haven't said where he went."

Ryan went home. He remembered that his brother called their father that, so he kept calling him "old man."

"Furthermore, my people have investigated and found that Guilliman has not shown up since his last return to Terra, and Dorn is unaware of the true situation. Although the Ultramarines' advance on the front lines has not been affected."

“I think it would be better for you to ask His Majesty himself after he returns.” Waldo tried to change the subject; he had personally witnessed His Majesty pressing Guilliman onto the throne with one hand.

No, this description seems a bit strange. It sounds like His Majesty insisted on making Guilliman the emperor.

“The banquet is ready, and the attendees are—” Waldo raised his arm, looking at the information that popped up on the screen, “Rog Dorn, Angron, and—Miss Katherine and her fiancé Aaron Will.”

“Aaron must be a powerful psionicist. Our intelligence indicates that he has been shuttling between the front lines and Terra in just a few days, and is even able to ignore Makado’s power. Makado has asked us not to pay attention to Aaron Will, and His Majesty is also reluctant to mention the name.”

After Waldo finished speaking, he looked up and saw that Ryan had disappeared.

Turning my gaze, I saw that Ryan, who had just managed to straighten up, had instantly become wild and lively, jumping and leaping about.

"Brother! Brother, where are you!"

On the other side, the door opened, and Dorn stepped out first, followed by a bald young man.

As soon as Ryan saw the man, he let out a howl and pounced on him.

A true lion's roar came from behind Waldo. Adam, the Primarch, charged forward, a stark contrast to his previous state of complete inconspicuousness.

Dorn, with a strange smile on his face, stepped aside, allowing Ryan to hug Aaron tightly and spin him around.

“Brother, brother! It’s been so long! I asked Dorn, no, even Perturabo, and they all said they see you often.”

Ryan has grown up to the point where he can be hugged by his older brother like he was when he was a child. His face is full of smiles, and even the beard he deliberately grew to look mature looks youthful.

Adam was gentler; he simply ran around the two of them, circling them like a big lapdog.

Dorne quietly moved aside, getting closer to Waldo:

"This is a family dinner."

Waldo nodded, not finding it offensive.

Although Ryan always claimed that Caliban said what he meant, only Dorn truly expressed his inner thoughts in language that required no misunderstanding.

"Enjoy your meal. Today, three bulls from Olympia have been cooked. Please convey to Prince Ryan that this is Peturabo's apology to him."

After giving his instructions, Waldo turned and left, even ordering the removal of all the Imperial Guards stationed there.

He also had his own guesses about Aaron's identity, but Macardo kept it a secret. His Majesty would even jump off his chair in fright at the mention of the name.

Alas, since the Emperor and the one in charge of the seal both believe it is harmless, the Imperial Guards need not worry too much.

It could be a younger immortal being with greater potential, and His Majesty intends to befriend him.

In fact, judging from the reactions of the Primarchs, they had all seen Aaron when they were stranded abroad.

Therefore, Aaron may be a contingency plan left by His Majesty after the Primarch's loss, using his special abilities to influence the Primarch's developmental stage.

Waldo pondered this, believing he was close to the answer.

Once the guards had completely left, Dorn returned to the banquet and pulled out a chair:

“Sit down and talk. Don’t be too forceful, Ryan, or we don’t know when our brother will come again.”

“And Angron, you can come out now. You’ve been hiding in the palace for almost two months. There were several times when Valdo was about to catch you, but you pretended to be Alpharis.”

Dorn rang the dining bell and muttered to himself.

The tablecloth was lifted, and a large Angron and a small Angron crawled out from under the table.