Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Otherwise, I'm really worried you might starve to death. But with your charm, there are probably many people willing to keep you as a sugar daddy. I really don't know why you, this short, hunchbacked old man, are so popular."

Aaron changed direction and led the pile of rotting corpses behind him to a valley outside Thebes.

He has to navigate around these monsters here, then return to the city for help, or simply persuade the entire city to relocate.

This led to the decline and destruction of the cities built by the brothers of Europe who followed the divine ox to the land.

Ah, I really love listening to the stories of those bards.

Unfortunately, his first encounter with a mythical monster occurred during a life-or-death crisis.

He skillfully navigated the obstacles in the valley, like a shepherd, firmly drawing the attention of these rotting corpses to himself.

Hey, you stinky guys!

He tried to imitate the tone of the person who had just driven away the stench from his mind, but his voice sounded awkward and lacked any authority.

All that's available is the energy of young people, but young people, especially sons, rarely have any influence while their fathers are alive.

Unless you have a son yourself, or a whole bunch of sons.

So these filthy creatures couldn't understand Aaron's words at all; they only knew to follow their instincts, tearing this enemy who refused to join the beautiful garden to pieces and eating him.

Let life reunite and enjoy the beauty.

Aaron's luck didn't last long, because he then turned onto a dead end.

And he felt tired again.

That kind of exhaustion that completely invades the body, taking over the entire physical body and soul.

And the voice of that god-like figure who calls himself Radish Tower:

Where is my father?

"Humanity needs you, and I need you too. Although I hate to admit it, Father, please come back."

"We do not want a god on a throne. We firmly believe, and your son firmly believes, that you, as a human being, still exist!"

Um, is this really a call to the father?

I didn't feel a trace of sincerity; it was more like reading from a prepared script.

Forty thousand years later, before the Golden Throne, Guilliman looked at the manuscript in his hand and asked Caul, "Is this really useful? Can it preserve the Emperor's humanity?"

"This reminds me of the first time I led a choir ceremony for my mother when I was a child, and it felt a little awkward."

Beside the Primarch, Caul clapped his hands several times and hesitated, saying:

"Well, that's what it says in the book my men found. By the way, Marum Kaido, quickly explain to your father that the book really says that."

Guilliman looked at the Space Marine beside him, Marum Kaido, his own son.

The latter said in a low voice, "Father, that is indeed the case."

The next moment, a voice came from the skeleton on the enormous throne before them:

"I'm going to die, Roberto or Robert, who knows how to pronounce your name. Sigh, a bunch of crawling corpses are about to eat me. Goodbye, the dead probably don't dream."

Kaul asked curiously, "Is that the person you mentioned who would respond to you in accordance with the ritual? Among blood relatives, only your father, at least in that era. It seems our emperor is facing some danger, but actually he's not going to die at all."

The Primarch nodded and said, “That’s right, but he’s younger, and more, more unreliable. He’s a greenhorn, not a father.”

Kaur exclaimed, "What! This is impossible! This ritual can only communicate with your father, the Emperor!"

"In this timeline, the only one whose structure can be considered related to you by blood is Your Majesty!"

The Primarch remained silent, but Marum Kaido spoke up:

“Father, Sage, perhaps there is another possibility: His Majesty’s relative? Such as a nephew or something.”

Kaul shook his head and said, "No, you don't understand. It's impossible for an emperor to have no brothers or sisters."

The Primarch suddenly came to a terrible conclusion and spoke it aloud:

"Then it can only be my brother, the Primarchs' brother."

He acted decisively, continuing the ceremony and calling out loudly:

Tell me your name, and maybe I can help you!

Aaron was already drowsy and lay on the ground, with the nearest rotting corpse only a few meters away from him.

He smiled serenely in his dream;

"I am Aaron Well. Help me? Are you a god? Zeus in the sky just saved me once."

The ritual was still ongoing, and Aaron could already smell the stench of the rotting corpses. Finally, he said:

"Perhaps I don't need a god to save me; the guards of the Heavenly Palace will suffice."

In an instant, the ceremony was completed, and the animal skin skirt sewn by the emperor himself turned into golden light and rushed into the river of time.

The next moment, the still-warm animal skin skirt fell from Guilliman's hand. And his "guard," Marum, vanished without a trace.

Chapter 4 An angel descended upon me, Marumkaido!

Forty thousand years and two thousand six hundred years ago, Aaron murmured, "Father, Mother."

Bang! A tall, blue steel figure crashed into the dead end in front of him, smashing through the mountain walls that would have taken workers half a month to dig.

The thick cloud of smoke instantly brought Aaron back to his senses, causing him to forget that the only animal skin skirt he was wearing had disappeared.

A cool breeze swept in, but now was not the time to worry about that.

He raised his arms to try and block, and as the smoke and dust cleared, he saw the giant blue figure standing firm.

It wore a white helmet, and its breastplate featured a golden eagle with outstretched wings, with a human skull symbol in the center.

The armor was adorned with exquisite and imposing metal ornaments.

On the circular shoulder armor, there is a symbol that is not yet clearly visible; it appears to be an incomplete circle.

This figure, as tall as a Cyclops, stood there calmly, without any posture to cushion or deflect impact.

In that instant, the entire world fell silent.

"This must be the power of the emperor."

The voice spoke slowly, with a texture similar to the clenching of steel muscles as they breathed.

And judging from the depth of his voice, he probably has more than just two lungs.

Uh, ah—hoo!

The bodies were simply knocked to the ground by the dust and debris from the impact; they were not actually dead.

These creatures, who had died once before, rose again, raising their twisted, rotting arms, and charged forward with unwavering resolve.

But this time, the monsters' crazed appearance no longer brought Aaron any sense of tension.

Because the blue giant was already behind him.

That reassuring voice came again:

"Your Highness, please stand in the next position."

He addressed me as, Your Highness?

Aaron moved his legs and stood behind the blue giant, puzzled, and couldn't help but ask:

"Who...who are you? Why do you address me as Your Highness?"

Could it be that Anda Weir isn't his father?

Instead, it was his mother and the gods in heaven who gave birth to him, which explains why his father showed no concern for him at all!

When he was in danger, his heavenly father finally sent the guardians of Olympus.

Aaron couldn't help but overthink things, but then he heard the giant's voice speak again:

"We are the Emperor's angels!"

The voice said this as the monster charged forward, closing to within an arm's length of them.

"And they, chaos! Mortal enemies! Slay them!"

Bang!

Aaron couldn't see the guy's movements at all; it was as if the fist should have been on the neck of a rotting corpse, smashing its head.

This also means that this guy is so powerful that the body of a rotting corpse is completely unable to defend against such an attack.

Such a punch wasn't even enough to make the guy's waist twist an inch.

Those playmates who imitated arena warriors always emphasized the techniques they had overheard about using waist twisting to generate power.

But this technique was completely useless against this behemoth.

He casually remarked that it was nothing more than raising his arm to stroke a leaf.

Thump! Thump! Thump—

It was like the sound of the most beautiful maiden at Dionysus's banquet, repeatedly stomping on the fruit in the barrel, a sound that lingered on and on.

Usually, when the girl's body was mostly submerged in the wooden tub and her white dress was soaked, many of her peers would laugh and jump in, or simply lower their heads and drink heartily.

The only doctor in town said that there are always more cases of lung and gastrointestinal illnesses after each Dionysian banquet.

Aaron felt that his thinking was too unconventional.

After all, when the heads of the rotting corpses were smashed into a viscous substance resembling "juice," it looked exactly like the scene at the Dionysian banquet.

The only thing that remained white was the brain, which hadn't turned green. It was mixed with rotten and moldy juices and tissue fluids that had flowed all over the ground.

The headless, rotting corpse resembled the trees and groves of those damp areas, covered in moss.

Sure enough, after these guys were completely dead, they actually looked like they were full of life again.

This is a strange idea. Are life and death truly one?

When it moves, it is dead; when it does not move, it is alive.

Finally, perhaps after a dozen or so breaths, or perhaps after several hours.

The blue giant, covered in filth but seemingly unharmed, was walking towards him.