Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

My myna's wandering spirit, that's still my myna, get your stinky feet off me!

He had heard from Loka that each Primarch possessed their own psionic abilities.

The Emperor failed to crush the wandering spirits; he wanted to prove that he could control his emotions better than Coz.

He is a perfect whole, flawless.

His sons, however, each possessed a fatal flaw.

This is the real reason why he was unwilling to tell his sons the truth.

The Emperor lifted his leg, ignoring Guilliman, and returned to the spot where he had been repairing the machinery. He sat on the toolbox, pulled out two bottles of brown sparkling beverage from the side, and tossed them to his two sons.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a third bottle and tossed it to the wandering spirit.

"Thank you, father."

A murmur rippled through the room, but the dark master of the pale arm did not reveal himself; instead, he retreated back into the shadows.

Then, a drinking sound rang out.

Guilliman was hesitant to trust his father, who was unpredictable and might come at him with a wrench at any moment.

Although he was also very curious about what form the wandering spirit of the myna bird took, and whether it only had one arm.

But he must keep a close watch on his father, the most terrifying being in this secret hierarchy.

At least the subspace malice that his father wanted to show him wouldn't suddenly come and beat him up.

Koz, however, readily accepted, twisting off the cap and downing the drink in one gulp, exhaling as he said:

“Father, you judged me once when you came to Northramor with Dorne and Forgrim.”

"So, do we have to do it again? I grew up eating Aaron's cooking, just like you."

Guilliman was puzzled. Aaron, that name again, appearing once more.

Moreover, what does it mean to "grow up eating Aaron's cooking"?

The emperor, his face dark, rebuked:

"Those things never happened! He doesn't belong to this era!"

His tone was slightly hesitant as he continued:

"That was nothing but an illusion, a so-called prophecy—"

Koz tapped his head and said with satisfaction:

"Yes, but the student surpasses the teacher, Father. My prediction is more accurate and more true than yours! I truly did grow up in the love of my family!"

Guilliman pondered the terrifying information.

The myna bird said that he and his father had both eaten food made by Aaron, and that they had "grown up"?

In other words, Aaron may be an even more ancient immortal being, at least from the same era as his father, or even of a higher generation.

He breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the myna had already passed the test it had endured.

They even know more about the secrets of the subspace than I do.

The emperor crushed the bottle in his hand.

He couldn't see the future; all he knew was that his sons would rebel.

He didn't even care about his sons' rebellion; he was only concerned about the potential damage it might cause to his online plans.

After all, he had told Aaron himself that even if all twenty of his sons attacked him together, they couldn't defeat him.

He never broke his promise to his son.

Koz continued his psychological offensive. In his eyes, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, and his father were the most difficult interrogation targets to win over.

He approached step by step:

"Do you want me to describe those bright futures myself? Although there were certainly some twists and turns along the way."

"We will burn down your palace together and knock you to the ground."

"We'll tie you up, lay out the Imperial Truth, and begin to tamper with it word by word right in front of you."

"Then you'll be forced to admit who the next emperor is."

Guilliman couldn't help but interject, not to emphasize anything, but because of the information he already knew:

“Well, Conrad, my father said that I will be the next emperor.”

Guilliman was prepared to take on all the painful secrets in his father's place.

Koz laughed heartily and turned around to tease him:

“I prophesy that he will speak these words to all his sons.”

Bang!

The Emperor smashed the bottle in his hand against Koz's head, cursing:

"Get out, get as far away as possible! Don't come back until you've completed the task I gave you!"

Koz took the bottle, respectfully agreed, but did not leave.

“Father, you must grant Guilliman his freedom. At the very least, allow him to make a few public appearances in Terra.”

"Is this something that can always be done, or are you simply oblivious to what's going on around you and haven't even thought of this?"

The emperor exclaimed in shock:

"Didn't they say that the Ultramarines' advance missions haven't been affected at all during this period? Since Guilliman won't have any problems, what do I have to worry about regarding the Ultramarines?"

Koz almost choked on his breath and hurriedly covered his face. The wandering spirit behind him had to raise his hand to stroke his long hair and comfort himself.

He was disillusioned with the emperor's political wisdom.

“This is Makado’s suggestion,” he added. “Just do as he says. I should have known this sooner. For anything that requires thinking, I can just ask Makado for the order. Why would I come to you seeking an insult to my intelligence?”

The emperor's expression grew increasingly unpredictable, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Before the cross punch could land, Koz was pulled into the darkness by the ghosts behind him and fled.

The Emperor's fist struck from its original spot with a deafening blast comparable to a large-scale bomb gun, shattering Guilliman's unfinished beverage bottle.

The elderly father withdrew his fist and calmly stood up:

“Get back to work, Guilliman. Tomorrow morning you will accompany Dorn on a defense patrol.”

"You've all grown up and think you're all grown up. I can't argue with you anymore."

"But my fists will give me the answer."

“I swear, Guilliman, I will make Conrad Coates and his Night Specters kneel before you and accept their punishment!”

Guilliman had to remind him;

“Father, the way your eyes were red and ferocious just now was just like the way Conrad’s brother interrogated criminals, it’s like they were cut from the same mold.”

Chapter 283 Gaia, the Mother of Wrath (3K)

The emperor fell silent again. This shouldn't be happening!

The sons' problems stemmed from their own lack of self-control, intelligence, and ability to overcome their shortcomings.

It has absolutely nothing to do with my genes!

However, Conrad Coates was right about one thing, the Emperor whispered:

"Ask Macardo for advice on many things. Logically speaking, I think he's more demanding of you than I am. But I don't know why, even that little madman Coz seeks Macardo's advice?"

"I thought only that idiot fourth brother would go."

Guilliman returned to work, assisting his father in installing the most crucial component of this magnificent machine.

It can only be accomplished within a subspace.

It sounds like they're installing sewage pipes when they fix the toilet in a residential house.

Guilliman offered only a final word of comfort:

“At least you seem puzzled, Father. This is like a living, breathing person, not someone who sits with a stern face and forces us to do troublesome things without explaining themselves.”

After his triumphant return, Koz left the palace and leaned against a natural cliff that had not yet been covered by human buildings, gazing at the night sky.

He recalled the moment he crawled out of the tunnel he had smashed open in the life support pod; he was so hungry he was willing to eat any creature in front of him.

Then, he received a bread that tasted bland, but the Primarch's bodily instincts extracted feelings of happiness from it.

From Anglon.

Ultimately, all the guidance to happiness rests on the individual.

Aaron Welsh, his brother.

At that moment, he saw the future.

It is not a kingdom of order brought about by ruling through its own fear, but rather, a heavenly kingdom on earth.

The guards monitoring Koz gradually withdrew; they could not understand His Majesty's leniency towards this Primarch, who was far more permissive than Alpha.

He even had a spy force called Robin, completely independent of any imperial jurisdiction.

What a weird name! I really don't understand.

Perhaps His Majesty has his own plans, which are beyond the comprehension of the Imperial Guards.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Angron was questioning Marum, his two small hands carefully holding Marum's head.

In theory, he could actually pull Marum's head off and hold it in his arms, examining it closely.

However, he still needs to sit in Marum's lap to get it.

"Uncle Marum, did you steal some of the bread I made?!"

Angron questioned loudly, but Marum's expression remained unmoved:

“Your Highness, Ultramarines never lie or steal; we act with high moral character.”