Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Neither the man nor the horse, locked in a struggle, noticed the young, bald man in front of them. The white-scarred horse's hooves flew past, crushing Aaron, and galloping into the distance.

Chagatai didn't even have time to turn around and see what had just happened; he was trying to use his arms to hold White Scar tightly and tame the beast.

"You beast, submit to me!"

"I am the future Khan of all the tribes of Chogoris, the master of the world!"

"The fastest rider on the entire grassland!"

It seems that in Chagatai's subconscious, the identity of the fastest rider was more important than that of the Khan.

Chapter 31 Aaron's Bold Speculation and the Emperor's Wrath

"Besides Guilliman, am I going to get my face shattered every time I meet a new younger brother?"

Aaron rubbed his head as he got out of bed. His whole body ached, though he would recover quickly.

But the feeling of his body being shattered still lingered, making him feel as if his heart was now beating in two halves.

The rhythms on both sides are even different.

The tent flap was lifted, and Aaron looked over. Marum, who had finished investigating the intelligence, slowly walked in, not daring to make a sound.

Because Anda was sleeping soundly on the deck chair outside, occasionally changing his sleeping position and scratching his armpits.

Marum lowered the curtain again and said respectfully:

"Aaron, I have gathered the necessary intelligence. Once the master wakes up tomorrow, we can begin to prepare our response."

"As the weaker party in the war, Egypt indeed planned to take advantage of the turmoil in Thebes to push its army to Thebes in Upper Egypt, and then further advance northeastward to occupy the pass between the three continents."

Aaron wasn't worried at all that his voice would wake his father; once the old man fell asleep, he couldn't be woken up no matter how much he called.

He exclaimed in surprise:

"You're saying Egypt wants to launch an attack on Europe and Asia Minor? How is that possible? Their natural environment simply doesn't have enough metal minerals to make weapons, and their population is smaller than that of the north."

"How dare the Pharaoh decide to occupy this central region himself? Just for trade routes?"

Marum answered in a low voice, taking from his bosom a stack of papyrus scrolls filled with notes, which he had taken from Dalette's property before setting out:

"Egypt's disadvantages were obvious, so when Athenian culture was established in Upper Egypt and attempted to absorb the gods of Egyptian culture, Egypt had no way to stop it. They were capable of such foolish actions—"

"Just as you said, there is indeed a war demon stirring up war."

"I sensed that extremely weak, yet undeniably present, demonic aura."

Ultramarines possess an exceptional talent for serving as a scribe, and it is said that if the situation allows, they might even consider directly assisting the newly appointed planetary governor in handling affairs.

Due to the path dependence of the Five Hundred Worlds, these planets that have been helped do indeed seem to be part of the Five Hundred Worlds.

Of course, these unverified rumors undoubtedly became one of the reasons why the Primarchs distrusted their brother during the Great Crusade.

What exactly are you trying to achieve by implementing your own system in the newly conquered territories of the Empire, Otlamar Five Hundred Worlds?

In the future, will this human empire belong to the Emperor or to you Makula?

Looking at the densely written text in Marum's arms, Aaron even wondered if the guy had the energy to keep his upper body stable while running over, so that he could write more easily.

"Alright, put all these notes away. I guess you don't need to show them to that old man tomorrow. He hates these things the most. To be honest, even I get a headache looking at these reports."

Aaron quickly reached out his hand, refusing Marum's offer to bring the reports to him.

These things are exhausting to look at.

“And then there’s this strange accent,” Aaron jumped off the bed and came to Marum, mimicking the posture he had used when reporting, “It’s exactly like a Roman civil servant. Don’t you get tired of talking like that?”

Marum was taken aback and hurriedly said:

"We Ultra Warriors have always listened to teachings and followed the sacred texts, and we do not feel tired at all."

Aaron stared blankly at Marum, then shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, alright, you should rest too. There's still some time before dawn. I'll relay anything to Father tomorrow, otherwise he'll have a bad impression of Guilliman again."

"What if he becomes so willful that he finds Guilliman's personality too annoying and decides not to have children in the future? That would be a disaster!"

Marum was utterly horrified, so much so that he didn't even notice that he had lost control of the appearance bestowed upon him by the Emperor, revealing his true Space Marine form.

"This...this is impossible! By the Emperor's grace, how could I dare to hear such words!"

Marum immediately knelt on one knee and began to pray.

If the father were to cease to exist in the future, and without the Primarch, the Ultramarines would also cease to exist.

Aaron shook his head, looking very concerned, and reached out to comfort his nephew, whose weight he didn't know, sighing:

"Sigh, ever since I realized I would have younger brothers in the future, I've become even more determined to push my parents to reconcile. Don't worry, all my brothers will be born."

Marum thought to himself, "No need for that. Let's just not have those rebels born."

Within the Empire, speculation about the Primarch's birth and its connection to warp demons has always been a top secret.

Marum was unaware of these things, only believing that if the half of the rebellious Primarch were gone, the Empire wouldn't be in this predicament.

The next morning, Marum took even more gentle and respectful care of Anda.

This is all to make the Emperor acknowledge the potential of the Ultra Warriors and prevent any sudden, unfounded thoughts. Since there will be a bunch of rebellious children in the future, it's better to decide not to have any more children.

It is still uncertain whether the birth of the Primarch is related to human understanding of production and reproduction.

Anda didn't notice any change in Marum's attitude. In his eyes, all Astartes looked the same, and when they were to create them in the future, they would just use a template and mass-produce them.

Only the Imperial Guards are the perfect human exemplars that I have meticulously crafted and created one by one.

Just like when coloring chess pieces—

They offer everything from puttying and color matching to lighting, and I'd rather display them in a glass cabinet than let them get worn out on the table.

Some products are simply molded and labeled, then served directly.

Differential treatment, that's just how people are.

Anda picked his nose. As soon as he got out of bed, a servant ordered by Dalette came to cleanse his body.

The servants had never looked forward to a new day so much, until Anda saw a pipe, about the thickness of a finger, made of animal skin, being brought over, connecting water and the herbs being prepared.

It was obviously not meant to be put into a person's mouth.

Tomorrow is the day of the showdown with Erster, and Dalette has made up his mind to let Aaron die instead, so he's starting preparations today.

Tomorrow night, we will officially enjoy the sorrowful Adachi.

As priests who followed the path of the plague of Sekhmet, they naturally knew that cleanliness and lubrication were effective in preventing cracking and infection.

The servants were ready and asked Anda to lie face down on a shelf covered with white cloth, with a basin placed underneath and a curtain drawn to cover him.

Aaron, inhaling the aroma of the herbs with curiosity, leaned closer and asked:

"Father, since these things have already been boiled, why use such a pipe to connect them? And why make so much noise?"

Looking into his son's innocent, bewildered, and foolish eyes, Anda clenched his fist.

His hair fluttered as if an invisible force was blowing it up, and then Aaron saw his father's hair catch fire.

"Marum! Kill them all!"

Aaron panicked: "Father, you yourself said not to make a big fuss, lest we disturb that demon! If it escapes, it will be very difficult to find it again."

A sacred, fiery light gradually emanated from Anda's eyes, golden lightning flashed between his hair strands, and his tone was subdued:

"Knock them out, and I'll recreate a memory."

Chapter 32 I propose that Guilliman become Emperor.

A few seconds later, all the servants fell into a gentle sleep, and Anda's power swept over them, blurring the memory.

He was even unwilling to fabricate a false memory, because it was too embarrassing.

You also need to come up with your own ideas.

“Marum,” Anda said wearily, sitting in the recliner and supporting his forehead with his hand, his great power having subsided, “Tomorrow Dalette will definitely have Aaron fight Erster first.”

He raised his head, his gaze returning to normal, a clear separation from his earlier rage—an instinctive reaction.

“Teach him some decent combat skills. Aaron talked to me about these things yesterday. To show that I am a responsible father, I have appointed you as his teacher. I have seen your strength with my own eyes, and there is nothing wrong with it.”

"Although the battle scene does look too blurry, your act of rushing into the demon's territory without any protection is really reckless."

Aaron secretly noted it down: This was his father's second proper response to his request, taking a further step towards anthropomorphism.

Sigh, for the sake of his parents' love and for the smooth birth of his younger brothers, he, as the older brother, has really shouldered too much.

When the servants left, looking bewildered, he thought he had done his job.

Anda asked:

"How was the intelligence we gathered yesterday? If Egypt's top decision-makers are truly idiots, then I believe there will definitely be more demons invading. It's not time for that storm to break yet, and this place won't become a den of demons. But their disgusting little tricks should be completely burned."

Aaron gestured for Marum to remain silent and answered himself:

“Three legions are approaching Lasvet, with the vanguard being Erste. Egypt is preparing to seize control of the main trade route between the three landmasses through Thebes and gain profits.”

"This is a very foolish move; they simply don't have the strength to leave this land."

Adachi glanced at his heir, a playful smile on his face:

"Looks like you've put in a lot of work? Well, it's good that I don't have to hear the Ultramarines' lengthy reports. Now it's confirmed."

He braced himself on his knees and exhaled:

"The Egyptian leadership has been possessed by demons. Some force must have convinced them that their empire can conquer the world."

Marum knew perfectly well what His Majesty meant by "power," and respectfully inquired:

"My lord, has corruption already descended?"

He was worried about the commotion caused by the plague turning people into rotting corpses—

Anda waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with that. It's because when you were sent here, at that time, my power over the warp was at its peak, and I happened to be in that filthy garden, carrying something with me. That thing set off later, but it arrived before you."

"Don't worry too much. At most, they are just some enhanced mortal soldiers or a few low-level demons."

He stood up; his body had fully recovered and he was completely calm.