Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Our goal is to resolve these anomalies and prevent them from being recorded in human history."

"While the beliefs that civilizations themselves generate are dangerous, I will guide them. And the demons' weakest invasions, which are also the most vile acts of interference in the history of human civilization, must be completely eradicated!"

Aaron looked at the man who was now speaking eloquently about his grand goals, his face filled with determination, with an unfriendly expression.

He admitted that his father was indeed attractive at that time, and perhaps his mother was initially attracted by his charming words.

Aaron approached Marum, poked him in the waist, and whispered:

"Have you ever seen your future father in person? Was he like this back then?"

"I mean, this is what he looked like when he ruled over humanity, or when he tricked my brothers into doing things and sending you to fight?"

Marum started sweating again; he couldn't answer any of the questions.

If this were 40,000 years from now, anyone who asked these questions would be captured and have their head blown off on the spot.

After all, fighting for the emperor is the very meaning of their existence.

"In the future, all warriors will fight spontaneously for their beliefs. Fulfilling their loyalty is the greatest reward, and nothing else is needed."

“We have never heard the Lord speak a word, and for at least ten thousand years, the Lord has never given a speech or used any other means of encouragement that you consider to be persuasive.”

He had no choice but to selectively recount some of the truth, which wasn't exactly lying. Father, forgive me.

I would rather fight in the demons' territory for a thousand years than face this problem.

The blue paint job on this Ultramariner is almost too bright.

Aaron sighed, "I think we should let Guilliman be the Emperor, right? That's what you'll call him in the future."

He had to constantly keep Guilliman in the spotlight and make his father understand how indispensable his younger brothers were!

blah blah blah!

As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Marum knelt down on the ground.

Blasphemy! This is blasphemy!

Anda gradually reverted from his previous confident demeanor to that of a disheveled old man, pulling at his hair and saying:

"What is this all about? I can't see every single memory of the future clearly. If Guilliman can handle many institutional matters for me, I think it's not a bad idea."

Marum felt that the stimulation of returning to what he had seen and heard in the past was making it impossible for the life support system of Astartes to keep his heart functioning.

Aaron then sarcastically remarked, "So now Guilliman can't find you. I bet you've already made your escape and are hiding somewhere slacking off."

Adachi stretched:

"Think what you will, I'm going fishing. The fish in Thebes don't like me and won't bite. Now that I'm in Egypt, perhaps the fish here will be more accommodating."

“Marum, let’s begin the lesson. I don’t think Erst can kill my son, but I don’t want to see him beaten to a pulp and left sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.”

The old man finished arranging things and then left without a word, smoothly asking the priest's attendants for fishing rods and nearby fishing spots.

He then happily boarded someone else's carriage, surrounded by people, and left with cheers.

Not far away, Dalette watched Anda's departing figure with a kind expression, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, her nostrils twitching slightly, deeply moved.

It seems that his aunt has moved on from her past relationship and, after today's cleansing, is ready to embrace a new life.

His face smoothed out, and the snake-scale tattoos on his face relaxed.

It's time to get down to business, Erst is coming.

The arena to welcome this mad crocodile has also been built. It is very simple, just some stones, but it is enough to satisfy the priest's bloodlust.

Then, it would be time to send troops north to retake Thebes.

On the road, he will take good care of his Anda.

Chapter 33 Marum's Training, The Emperor Loves Egypt

“Aaron, the master is right, I should teach you some combat skills.”

"According to the Fourth Edition of the Macurag Recruit Training Manual, an Imperial soldier should possess adequate marksmanship and be proficient in using Imperial standard weapons."

"It's just that there are no firearms in this era, so I can only teach you close combat and archery skills."

"First and foremost, the first point—"

Marum described the training regulations in a serious manner, and the more he spoke, the stiffer Aaron's face became.

"Stop, stop, stop. I've already analyzed Erst's combat skills. You just need to teach me how to dodge powerful axe blows, how to quickly close the distance to the enemy, and what parts of their body to damage to cripple them and render them unable to move."

“That’s a big guy who’s almost as big as you. It’s too late for me to start practicing from the very basics.”

Marum was somewhat at a loss regarding Aaron's question. He was a native Macurag and was easily bewildered by situations that went beyond the established norms.

He would fall into a brief moment of hesitation, and then—enter a frenzied state of being, simultaneously excited and calm, in order to achieve his goal.

This is evident in the fact that even when he was wreaking havoc in that world of forging, he still had time to clasp his hands together and shout "May the Emperor protect us!" between shots.

Few other Ultra Warriors possess this ability, and his idol, Titus, is even more powerful than him, always in this state.

Based on his limited memories of meeting Titus, the latter had mentioned a strange, advanced state, which might be called divine grace.

It was as if the emperor himself was calling out to him.

At that time, Titus was incredibly strong.

Marum had never experienced this state before, but he did enjoy firing the bomb gun to his heart's content, while his calm mind precisely counted how many more bullets the bomb gun fired.

Therefore, many crises were resolved.

Marum's gentle gaze turned serious as he stretched out his hand, raising the chainsaw sword high.

"I'm not used to using axes; those are mostly used by Chaos followers."

He whispered, not activating the chainsaw in his hand, but simply slamming it down.

His waist and legs didn't even provide any power for the movement; the speed at which the weapon slammed down was discernible to the naked eye.

But the sheer power of this action made Aaron feel as if a colossal, armored giant was attacking him, with no way to avoid it.

It felt like the entire sky was pressing down; where could one escape?

The chainsaw sword came to a steady stop on Aaron's scalp. To be honest, the gap between the blades, when not rotating, wasn't sharp; it was even somewhat blunt.

It feels like something cool is massaging my scalp, which is very comfortable.

That's the good thing about being bald; the scalp is more easily stimulated, which can activate the brain and lead to a longer lifespan.

Marum was stunned: "A normal Imperial soldier can dodge an attack at this speed. I have precisely controlled the force and judged the speed of your body. Aaron, you need to concentrate."

Aaron, feeling embarrassed, crouched down slightly to walk around him, touching his bald head:

“Sorry, my first reaction was that I couldn’t dodge it. But then, when this thing was pressed against my head,” he pointed to the gaps between the chainsaw blades, “it was actually quite comfortable. I wonder if anyone in the future will be brave enough to use this weapon to cut their hair?”

Marum gasped. If this man were not the emperor's son, but an ordinary mortal soldier of the empire, he believed the political commissar would already be on his way, bullets in his hand, pulling the trigger rapidly.

“Father,” he prayed softly, “I suspect that the eldest son is not a normal human being.”

Huh? Why did he say "also"?

Could it be that the Emperor's lineage was so resilient that later Primarchs also suffered from various serious illnesses?

Aaron didn't quite hear what was said. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said:

"Let's keep going. I'll be focused this time. There's nothing I can't do!"

Aaron opened his eyes again, as if he had entered a dream-like state where he could visualize himself in whatever state he was in.

He could barely wield the chainsaw and exchange a few blows with Primarch Lorgar, though his brother must have held back quite a bit.

Marum nodded, and almost the instant his jaw moved, the chainsaw sword in his hand was raised and brought down again.

It stopped at Aaron's shoulder.

This time, it avoided the head; on the battlefield, at most it would lose an arm.

Enough for an Imperial soldier to shove a molten lava gun into the gaps in the unmaintained power armor of a Chaos Prince who's high on drugs.

But that's it.

"Again, I'm almost in the rhythm!"

Aaron was very excited. He was feeling the pleasure of his physical body gradually catching up with his thoughts, as if it were his own arm.

Marum continued his slashing motions, anticipating every step Aaron took.

In just a few hours, Aaron's best action was enough to make a Chaos Prince stagger back a few steps, giving his teammates behind him time to aim their heavy weapons.

Then he was smashed into dust by the Chaos Emperor's son, who precisely dodged the bombardment of his heavy weapons.

As for why the evaluation targets are all the Chaos Emperor's sons, and not other Astartes—

This is naturally because these degenerate princes have been mentally unstable for many years, and have repeatedly consumed Slaanesh's magic potions, resulting in stunted neurological responses.

In addition, their power armor has many gaps for easy amusement, which can accommodate their extended limbs and allow them to seek pleasure and excitement with greater flexibility.

Therefore, mortals have the opportunity to bring their fragile weapons close to the Chaos Emperor's son.

If it were the World Eater, Aaron would already be split in two by this time.

When Anda returned from fishing, his servants cheered with joy as their baskets were overflowing with fish.

He saw his son covered in sweat and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Aaron turned around and saw his father smiling at him!

It's not easy, Mother. This is the first time in my memory that I've ever seen Father smile at me!

Aaron suppressed the urge to cry and had just gotten up when he saw his father's smile change from gentle to smug.

The words that came out of that mouth were irritating:

"Haha! Aaron, look, I had a great catch today! I told you it wasn't my fault, it was those Theban fish that wouldn't give me any face!"

Anda picked up two carp, each about an arm's length long, from the basket and threw them at Aaron.

"Hurry! You're grilling fish today!"

"And those unique Egyptian spices, I absolutely love this place! It would be even better if they didn't try to put tubes inside me."

"Why do you look so listless? Get up and get to work! I'm finally feeling genuinely happy, and you, my son—"