Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

How old is he? How come he's already studying the infighting between fathers and sons?

You call yourself a loving father? Get out of here! Keep the garden clean from now on. I'm going to get a big burial plot for my son!

Then I saw the Black King kneeling there crying!

Anda was filled with excitement, and even had an urge to jump up, pat her belly, and dance by raising her legs alternately.

As dawn broke and the sun rose, Angron was brought back by Marum, who had dragged him back in a box.

They collected a lot of things and planned to make a cake of each kind this morning, without telling Anda what was inside.

After he eats them, give your opinion and see which ones are edible.

Aaron took Anglon and carried him to the kitchen.

Anglong looked up and chuckled, "Brother, do I look like a pig's head being carried to the kitchen?"

Aaron actually fantasized about holding a pig in his arms, and almost put Angron on the chopping board.

This strange associative ability... I'll have to ask my mother about it later, see if there's something wrong with it, since it's always something bizarre and outlandish.

He tied a small apron around Angron's neck and began helping him make the cakes, not forgetting to turn back and call out:

"Father, remember to tell Marum what I found out last night. Also, Uncle Helios is missing! He was supposed to go out with Marum and Anglon, but he hasn't been seen since last night!"

Anda muttered to himself:

“Where am I supposed to find her? She probably took advantage of your mother’s return to the temple to slip away. You know, your uncle is terrified of your mother, like a mouse is afraid of a cat.”

I'm different, I'm a proud lone wolf! Awooo!

Anda silently added in his mind.

He did have the time to give Marum a general description of the truth behind the curse currently lingering in Macedonia.

Anyway, it's all about evolution to the extreme, which is just the previous generation killing the next generation. He's seen it all before.

Marum, being more direct, asked straight to the point:

"Sir, the most serious consequence of this curse coming true might be that Lady Erda kills Aaron?"

Upon hearing this, Adachi laughed so hard he almost passed out, clutching his stomach.

"Ahem, hahahaha—Marum, you Ultra Warriors just have a way of making people burst out laughing when you talk. If you didn't know better, you'd all think you were being sarcastic."

“Let me tell you, even if Nurgle himself came today, I could show him what it means to have a burst hemorrhoid.”

Anda proudly stretched his body; he had recently undergone rigorous training, which had strengthened his will.

Marum covered his eyes, resisting the urge to shove the chainsaw sword into the old man's mouth.

"In that case, I'm relieved. Aaron is alright. And what about Angron?"

He lowered his voice: "What if she accidentally misreads it, mistaking the entity within Angron for darkness, invading her son's individuality, and then cruelly killing him?"

Apollo had previously expressed strong aversion to this, but this news has remained unknown to Erda until now.

Anda stopped joking around, lay back in the recliner, propped his chin up with his hand, and began to ponder, muttering to himself:

"Hmm, that's a problem. It's quite possible. So how can we let Erda know, while keeping her calm, that there's something else in Angron's body besides our genes?"

"For example, the nature of the warp that she hates the most. She'll think there's a demon inside her son's body, and then it'll tear Angron apart. And when it finds out I'm the one who put this 'demon' inside, it'll tear me apart too. Although that woman can't actually beat me, I don't want to see a family crisis either."

The old man, unusually, engaged in deep thought, but came to no conclusion.

The final result was to give up. Let's wait and see, we can keep it a secret for as long as we can. Maybe we can keep it a secret until all the problems are solved, and then we can tell Erda that her son is an indescribable and incomprehensible chaotic entity.

Having figured this out, Anda no longer looked worried and continued to lie in his chair, living the life of a carefree gentleman.

Marum, who witnessed all these shifts in thinking, was completely bewildered.

This completely irresponsible behavior would be condemned or even considered a crime in Macurag!

Marum couldn't help but feel as pessimistic as Aaron; humanity was doomed.

Adachi, with his legs crossed and hands behind his head, rocked back in his recliner and said:

"You think you can come up with any solutions? It's useless, you know? In this situation, doing nothing is actually the safest course of action."

"This is all the wisdom of the older generation."

Marum could no longer contain himself and revealed his Ultra Warrior form, placing the chainsaw sword on the buckle at his waist, then pressing down on the hilt, causing the blade to rise from behind.

Startled, Adachi hastily curled up from the recliner:

"What are you doing! You despicable Ultra Warriors, you really are up to no good!"

Marum said respectfully:

"No, sir, I'm just turning around."

Snapped!

The blue, heavily armored giant turned around, and the raised blade behind him slammed into Anda, causing him to stumble and nearly fall face-first to the ground.

"This is outrageous! You're committing treason!" Anda jumped up and shouted, "I'll make Guilliman pay!"

"Look at how he raised such a son!"

More than 30,000 years later, Terra Palace.

A secret order from the Primarch of the Ultramarines is being sent to Macragge.

There are three documents inside, one of which is a letter to Ms. Euton in which Guilliman complains about his father.

The second document was a reprimand of his subordinates for never receiving records of Conrad Coates' visits to his mother. Given the myna's penchant for dressing up as a self-harming teenager, what if it scared my mother?

The third task is for the old father: to keep an eye on the progress of the Ultramarines Expedition. Your dad will be staying in Terra for another year, so sons, don't have any ideas, just keep working.

Guilliman felt uneasy and subtly hinted at the possibility of becoming the second Emperor. That was enough; the Ultramarines would exert every ounce of their strength to ensure they conquered enough land for their Primarchs.

It also includes post-war management services.

Not long after, Guilliman received a reply while carrying his elderly father to tighten a wrench.

Koz entered Macurag through normal access channels; he did not climb their chimney or sewer in the middle of the night.

As for why Guilliman didn't receive a record, it's because he went through the mortal archon procedure.

The Ultramarines believed that mortals could govern their own territories, and Guilliman would even obey some of the orders of the Magister Magrag.

The Emperor, perched on Guilliman's shoulders, laughed heartily, his hands smeared with oil, and tapped his son on the head:

“I always say that people have to encounter the landmines they plant themselves. Your brothers don’t trust ordinary people that much.”

Guilliman longed to collapse on the spot, to perish together with his father, and to sink into the subspace behind this great machine.

But this machine is not great at all. The old father's words and actions here make him look like he is repairing an old-fashioned tractor, rather than some magnificent machine that is related to the future of human civilization.

He held out the tools, gesturing for Guilliman to take them.

In Guilliman's view, those tools that were completely substandard in terms of engineering precision were themselves.

The old father uses these tools to tinker with human civilization, not knowing what kind of result he will ultimately create.

"Father, after the war is over, I will invite you to my hometown."

Guilliman sighed inexplicably, “This must sound incredibly rebellious, but I’m going to try to teach you how to be a whole person, just like my parents taught me.”

The Emperor simply grabbed Guilliman's head with one hand to steady him:

"I don't sound like your father. Haven't we taught you anything during this time together?"

Chapter 288 The Death of the King (3K)

When it was time for breakfast, Anda was squatting in the corner of the courtyard, holding a twig in his hand, drawing and writing on the ground.

He must always remember that he will make things difficult for Guilliman in the future, and make that good-for-nothing son suffer.

Marum, as Astartes, is his own angel!

If a son dares to go against his own will, it's the father's fault for not teaching him properly; it must be Guilliman's problem!

Should we kidnap—or rather, invite Ms. Eudon to Terra in the future!

Aaron, having distributed the food into bowls and plates, asked curiously:

"What's wrong with Father?"

Marum remained calm as usual, and said indifferently:

"Perhaps he has suffered a setback in life and needs to be alone."

He had come to understand that submission would not bring peace, and only resistance could secure benefits.

Ultramarines must take the Empire in their own way—

Hmm, it seems like I'm overthinking things. They don't have that much ambition; they just need to be treated fairly by His Majesty.

Anglong was quite obedient; he carried the bowls and plates over and placed them in front of his old father.

It's like the youngest son in the family bringing food and placing it next to the big dog they keep:

"Dad, these are some new pancakes I made. Would you like to try them and see if they taste good?"

Anda didn't mind the dining environment; he squatted down, reached out, grabbed the food, and started eating.

"Hmm, the taste is not bad, but it's a bit dry."

Do it? Just do it, otherwise you'll choke people to death.

Anglo smiled with satisfaction.

"By the way, is no one going to look for Helios? I'm worried that he might be killed by Ilda in a moment of despair while he's all alone out there."

Anda still cares about her brothers, mainly because if Helios were gone, Anda would have no way to vent her anger.

You'll then discover all sorts of messy problems within yourself.

You see, even Marum can't help but lay a hand on himself, let alone Erda.

Angron volunteered, raising both hands and saying:

“Dad, leave this task to me! We’ll dig for wild vegetables tonight, and during the day I’ll go out and find markets and food stalls. I’ll always be able to find Uncle Helios on the way.”

Anda nodded in satisfaction. He was pleased to finally have another capable son, and stroked Anglong's hair.