Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"What's with that look in your eyes?!"

Aaron, filled with rage, got up from the ground, picked up the two fish, and threw them back, hitting Anda in the face.

Both men flew into a rage, and Anda simply picked up the fish basket on his back and kept throwing it at Aaron.

The latter has few opportunities to retaliate, but can precisely dodge every attack.

Marum was impressed; at least if the Emperor threw something at him, he would never dodge it.

etc--

Aaron's dodging speed has increased again!

Marum was moved; this was all part of the Emperor's plan!

Chapter 34 Imperial Decree: Primarchs Strictly Forbidden to Switch Sides, Tzeentch's Tiny Plan

Marum precisely judged the maximum dodging speed Aaron's body could achieve, and then used his super brain to determine the safe word:

"Master, Aaron, the fish is almost broken. If you break it any more, it will fall apart and won't taste good."

The two stopped at the same time and looked over.

Marum secretly rejoiced; indeed, "eating" was a safe word for the Imperial Family!

Once something from the future is exchanged, he will transmit this valuable information back.

This can be used to settle any future arguments between the father and the emperor.

Thinking about it this way, the reason why the Primarchs and the Emperor don't get along is mostly because they don't have a appetite and don't have time to sit down and eat and drink together to relax.

Therefore, many scholars who study the history of the Primarchs believe that Ruth was the only one who was least cunning during the Great Crusade.

There has never even been an official record of any questioning or inquiry into the emperor.

It's hard not to suspect that it might be due to Fenris's food and drink.

Ultramarines are also keen on investigating history, summarizing experiences, and learning about these past events.

"Oh right, this fish is all smashed up like this, but it's still okay. If it were any worse, it would only be able to be made into fish balls. Now it can still hold its shape for grilling."

Aaron felt a little sorry for the food that had to be eaten while the animals were half-dead.

The father and son busied themselves picking up the fish that had been scattered everywhere, each grumbling and cursing.

Marum, meanwhile, prepared the barbecue grill and pot with a look of satisfaction.

The meat can also be pan-fried and then mixed with local fruits and vegetables.

Having seen too many strange mixtures of flesh and blood in that forging world, he was able to maintain his mobility even in such a chaotic state.

Marum suddenly had a whimsical idea: if flesh and blood were mixed and stirred to a certain extent, would it produce some strange textures?

Isn't this a bit chaotic?

Be vigilant, be vigilant, and do not waver. Many of those ingenious ideas and actions are actually the schemes of the chaotic gods!

However, if one approaches the task with the intention of serving the emperor's meals well, perhaps there will be no problem.

Soon after, a fragrant aroma wafted through the camp.

The three sat down together. Egypt has a relatively well-developed history of wheat, which allowed them to have some pasta dishes to supplement their diet.

Anda swallowed the fish meat in large gulps, but no matter how fast he ate, he would chew it afterward.

"Tomorrow they'll let you go first, Aaron. Dodge their attacks and sneak up on their lower body. Winning or losing doesn't matter, just force that guy to use his demonic power."

"At that time, the enemy will be briefly 'stuck,' as if stuck between two worlds, unable to escape."

“Then Marum went up and took him down. I can’t act immediately, the psionic reaction will be detected, and there are bigger fish behind us, I can’t scare them away.”

Marum respectfully agreed, but expressed some doubt:

"My lord, I still don't understand. Although it was mentioned before that the current corruption of demons is not as severe as it will be 40,000 years from now, you've heard about catalytic civilizations before. But why are they targeting humanity, a civilization that is currently weak?"

"Is it because the demons already know about the future human empire?"

Adachi wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth:

“Those bastards have no concept of time. If you make the first move, they will recognize you as Astartes.”

"So Aaron has to take this beating."

"According to human history, the myths and legends that have been passed down through the normal continuation of civilization are all in line with the spontaneous beliefs of a normal civilization and have nothing to do with chaotic gods. I only need to make sure of this."

Marum said respectfully, "So, you want to first become a god worshipped by many humans? This is completely different from your ideas 30,000 years from now."

Adachi finally smiled again:

"Haha! As expected of Guilliman's descendant, you've finally figured it out. I guided human civilization through the development of primitive beliefs in nature, through the most dangerous period, and then into the humanistic age and the technological age."

"Furthermore, since that great storm has not yet occurred, the impact of chaos on reality is limited, allowing human civilization to grow smoothly. In a sense, human civilization is also my child."

"That's right, I am God!"

Aaron, sensing something was amiss, grumbled from the side:

"These all sound like lofty goals, and it seems like there's nothing wrong with you. But, with humanity stuck with a father like you, I don't know how to evaluate it."

Anda actually put his arm around his son's shoulder and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! If your mother had the intelligence of Guilliman's offspring, she wouldn't have chosen to leave me. I'm doing something so great."

"This is the first time I've heard about my goals from someone else."

Aaron couldn't break free from his father's arm, and he could smell the sweat on his father's body.

"So, it should be said that Zeus is just one of your identities."

Anda said smugly, "That's right. As for those cows, swans, little boys and stuff, they were all made up by your mother. She was Hera back then, and she always had to come up with something to amuse me."

"Now that's good, people still worship me, the King of the Gods! But they all think Hera is a jealous woman."

"The power of discourse is in the hands of the masses, and people generally dislike Hera!"

Aaron's brows furrowed tightly, and he felt his inner convictions wavering.

That is, the mother and the father are probably equally bad—

No, I don't want that kind of thing!

"Hoo—" Aaron exhaled deeply and began to hypnotize himself, thinking that his mother must have been a very good person, so gentle to him when he was a child, and that she only left the family because of his father.

"Take a break, remember to wash the dishes, I'll try to force out Erst's demonic power tomorrow."

Aaron stood up, washed his face with water, and lay down in the tent.

He knew he could never get his recliner back; it had already taken on the shape of his father.

Marum was about to clear the table when Anda stopped him.

"There are servants ready to tidy up. Come with me and tell me about the future battle situation. I'm not quite sure about the sequence of events, let me sort it out—"

"Before you set off, Guilliman's next objective was still to deal with those insects who only knew how to eat, and incidentally, to resolve the large-scale operations of the Word Bearers. It's like how Magnus was prevented from sacrificing a planet."

Marum brought over a reclining chair, knelt on one knee beside the Emperor, and whispered:

“Your Majesty,” it was time to change the wording, “the campaign against the insects is proceeding in an orderly manner. Although the situation is not very optimistic, well, not optimistic, it is considered that the battle is stable.”

"Chaos remains the greatest enemy, especially those enemies who are not part of Chaos. Intelligence indicates that the Primarchs of the Word Bearers have been missing for a long time, and perhaps this operation is to bring their Primarchs into the real world."

“But I feel more like it’s helping Loja escape some kind of constraint, something is holding him back.”

Anda, clutching a piece of meat stuck between his teeth, stammered:

"You've revealed too much information, so Guilliman is going to fight Lorgar, who's turned into that monstrous form? Good heavens, don't you guys know what happened to him after he fought Forgrim last time?"

"We need to speed things up and finish that necklace, or I'm worried Guilliman will repeat his mistakes. Pass on my decree: Primarchs are strictly forbidden from boarding operations!"

Meanwhile, on the road ten miles away outside the camp.

As Crocodile Erster's group gradually came into view, the man sitting on a palanquin made of hippopotamus skulls was resting his chin on one hand, displaying a ruthless posture.

“Lord Sekhmet, I really am sitting inside a completely dissected hippopotamus skull, with no support in my lower back. It’s so uncomfortable.”

"Also, after each murder, they would drench their bodies with the victim's blood, and the cleanup afterwards was disgusting."

In his mind, the vaguely discernible "deity" with lion's mane but a lizard's mouth rebuked him:

“Do what I tell you to do, and the world will fear only the Mad Crocodile Erster, not a sissy Erster. Just follow my orders. Kill that marked, cursed man tomorrow, and I will give you the reward you deserve.”

Bileni, disguised as Sekhmet, is lying on a pile of materialized papyrus.

The Holy Trinity's plan is truly baffling. He sends a sissy disguised as a follower of that big dog, all to kill a psionicist from the monkey race.

You also need to plan ahead to attract people.

Is it really necessary to take it so seriously?

It glanced at the person, but there was nothing particularly noteworthy about him; he was probably just a nobody.

Chapter 35 Anda's Madness

In front of Dalette's camp, Captain Gert, who was personally guarding the priest, hurriedly waved his hand, signaling his men to disperse and clear the way for the priests to communicate with each other.

The man sitting high inside a hippopotamus skull terrified them so much that their legs trembled just from seeing him.

If anything goes wrong, Gert can't afford to take the blame.

He watched from afar as Erst's robust body, covered in wounds, yet none of them seemed to break him.

In the past, Gert wouldn't have believed that there were really mythical heroes, warriors who could take on a thousand men single-handedly.

But after seeing Erst today, he suddenly felt that those legends might not be untrue.

"For Horus!"

Dalette's high-pitched, slightly distorted voice carried from afar. As a fellow priest of Sekhmet, he needed to show respect to Erst and personally greet him.

The palanquin carrying the hippopotamus skull slowly descended, and Erster rose and walked over:

"For Horus—"

His voice sounded dull and weak; after all, Sekhmet's constant whispers in his ears made it difficult to concentrate.