Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“If all demons are this strong, then we have nothing to worry about. But the danger lies in the existence of demons who are just as strong as me or even stronger.”

The emperor crushed the demon in his hand and began to describe the most terrifying danger posed by the Chaos Demon:

"If I were to order all the legions to fight each other, only the half that survives would be qualified to continue serving me. How many do you think would do that, Guilliman?"

Guilliman shuddered and turned around in a panic, trying to see something in his father's cold face.

But he saw nothing.

"In other words, if your brothers are corrupted, if demons impersonate me, or even impersonate the beliefs and goals they pursue, to tempt them into leading a legionary rebellion, what should the Empire do?"

The Emperor's voice was like a heavy hammer, striking Guilliman's chest again and again.

It seems to have brought the Primitive's powerful cardiopulmonary function to a standstill.

Guilliman began to sweat, struggling:

“Father, it’s just a temptation of words and illusions. I believe my brothers will resist!”

The emperor burst into laughter:

“I said, there exist demons more powerful than I am now. They are true gods, capable of distorting reality. They create a real world where I am a tyrant who destroys humanity, drags the galaxy into hell, and ultimately tortures you tools to death.”

Do you think your brothers will remain unmoved?

"Or perhaps, they kidnap an entire legion, countless human worlds, corrupt them, and blackmail them, just to watch your brothers make a decision. They are willing to bear this pain just to remain loyal to me."

"Or should I choose to submit to the will of the gods and raise the banner of rebellion against me?"

The emperor stood up and pointed to the deepest level beneath the throne, the dark space deep within them:

"The demons are born in the Warp, and humanity must rely on Warp travel to reclaim the galaxy. My job is to ensure the safe and stable operation of the Empire, protecting it from demonic attacks."

"Compared to this, whether or not you rule and reclaim is your responsibility. Guilliman, now you see the real reason, and you can understand why I promote the Imperial Truth."

The Emperor turned to leave; the year was up, and Guilliman no longer needed to stay here.

It's time to send him back to the front lines to reclaim lost territory for the human empire and, incidentally, monitor the movements of other legions.

"Father--"

Guilliman reached out and called out, struggling to speak:

"Can't we just gather all the brothers together and explain it to them face to face?"

The Emperor stopped, his back to Guilliman, and continued walking:

"Sometimes revealing the truth is not as effective as keeping them in the belief that demons and evil gods do not exist."

"Ignorance is also a way to deal with fear."

The emperor's figure disappeared into the lowest level of the pass.

He had just received news that Vokhan had completed Michael's funeral and had important matters to report.

Haha, it's also necessary to make the Primarch understand the dangers and sins of intelligence. Let's see how this big, silly kid will feel grateful and pour his heart out for himself.

Before long, the emperor was already seated on his throne, gesturing to Wokan who was striding over that he did not need to bow.

"My son, do you understand my good intentions?"

“The intelligent agent is dangerous; I might even have to erase this part of your memory.”

The emperor was already eager to take action, but sometimes this kind of thing was done by an old man.

Devokan shook his head: "Intelligent agents are not the threat, gods are. I just saw one, a god."

Chapter 310 Fishing Competition, but Adachi is asleep (3K)

"god?"

The Emperor had just boasted to Guilliman that the best protection would be for his brothers to be unaware of the existence of demons or evil gods.

Now, among his many sons, Vorkan is almost the most honest and reliable, even trusted by him to allow him access to artificial intelligence!

He just popped up and told him, "Dad, God is dangerous!"

Is this fate, that little bitch, slapping itself in the face at just the right moment?

“Wokan, calm down. I don’t know what you’ve learned from that intelligence called Michael. But there are no gods. There are no such things in this world.”

The Emperor tried his best to reassure the visibly uneasy Wokan, and then said:

"Intelligent agents are beings completely different from us, and should be regarded as aliens. Their words are all aimed at bewitching and destroying us."

Wokan shook his head violently and paced back and forth in the hall:

“No, no, Father, it has nothing to do with AI. I know what those intelligent consciousnesses are thinking, they are nothing to worry about. The point is, God.”

“A god has taken over Michael’s body and implied that He is one of the instigators of the intelligent beings’ rebellion, and even that it is their will to call me. Not Prospero and Barbaros, those fellows of yours, those who call themselves gods but are actually worthless.”

The Emperor originally wanted to take this topic seriously, since according to Volkan's description, it was clearly a case of being tricked by a villain.

But the thought of Poseidon and Helios being called trash made him unable to suppress the smirk of his lips.

The imperial guards flanking them heard the laughter and shouted angrily:

"Silence before the throne!"

“Hahahahaha——”

The emperor finally burst into laughter, patting the armrest of his throne.

The Imperial Guards were terrified. "Sorry, sir, we didn't recognize you!"

Workan, somewhat anxious, pressed for an answer:

"Father, please tell me, what was that? Was it a prank by your companions?"

The emperor remained silent, dismissed his attendants, and then stepped down from his throne to stand before Wokan.

“That was not my friend, but malice. Volkan, tell me, what did He say?”

"The main question is, what did He say to you?"

The emperor had suppressed his emotions and returned to his cold and ruthless state.

However, Wokan is a really good kid. He knew to come and report the news immediately instead of getting caught up in figuring out what the sound he heard was.

He could indeed entrust the important task of forging the Seven Hammer Amulet to Vokhan.

Volkan shook his head: "He spent most of his time mocking and cursing Michael. Just when He was about to drive Michael to his death and shift his target to me—"

The emperor nodded and pressed, "That's right, continue."

Wokan made a fist-slamming motion into his palm:

“I smashed the body of Michael that He resided in, and nothing was left; that thing vanished into thin air.”

“Father, this is very dangerous. What higher being could disregard the laws of matter and possibly appear among us without even needing a vessel? The Primarch is the commander of an army. If he is misled and receives incorrect information—the consequences would be unimaginable!”

Vokhan had already foreseen the potential harm caused by those strange sounds and dared not have any expectations for such a future.

That's why they rushed over immediately to inform their father.

Vokan couldn't guarantee how his other brothers would handle the situation, but clearly, shifting the blame to the strongest member of the family was the best course of action.

Even if there are troubles and worries, it's not that he's losing hair, oh, he has no hair.

If the situation is indeed critical, then his father will erase this part of his memory, so there's even less to worry about.

Wokan's thinking was quite clear: compared to the potential psychological risks, he preferred to do whatever his father said without thinking. That was all.

This is the philosophy of life that Ruth explicitly recommended to him: on this premise, one should then do what one truly wants to do in accordance with one's heart.

At the time, Ruth was lying on the ground biting the humerus bone of a giant alien creature. This was by no means to suggest that Leman Ruth was a dog, but rather that their legion had recently added a new form of entertainment.

Both sides are holding the same bone with their mouths. Whoever can guarantee that the bone won't break and still snatch it away will be the champion of the legion.

This is very helpful for training Astartes' strength control.

The Primarch could also benefit from this, after all, Ruth had been extremely tempting him to bite the other end of the bone and join the struggle.

I don’t know who taught them this, but whenever someone sees Space Marines from Space Wolves exhibiting some beast-like habits, they assume it’s part of their unique Legion atmosphere.

Well, I've been overthinking it. Wokan calmed himself and met his father's gaze:

“Father, erase my memories. I can guess that your actions are hiding something dangerous. Since you consider that knowledge dangerous, we are not yet qualified to know it.”

Wokan knelt down on one knee.

The emperor merely stared coldly at the black back of the head, seemingly lost in thought, before finally letting out a long sigh:

"Alright, it's no secret. All you need to know is, don't trust your heart, just do the tasks I've taught you. Once humanity triumphs, you will be free."

Wokan offered no objection to these remarks, but simply lowered his head even further.

“I suggest you, Father, not to treat your other brothers like this. They are just as intelligent as I am, but they all have different ways of dispelling their doubts. Your words may hurt them.”

The emperor was somewhat displeased upon hearing this.

Why are you all acting so brotherly and respectful? It makes me, your old father, look like a terrible person.

He waved his hand rudely:

"Get out of here, leave me alone."

In that instant, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was known as Anda Weir, where he could swear freely and do absurd things.

Wokan got up and left, even though his father hadn't said anything of value that day.

But he was now certain that his father's actions were indeed concealing a terrible threat, one that was enough to shake the Primarch.

Because when Vokhan mentioned this, the Emperor did not deny it.

This was indeed proceeding according to Omega and Coates's plan, which allowed them to confirm that Guilliman would not be silenced at the end of the year.

Instead, after learning the secret, he reappeared in the world.

It's quite simple to find out from Guilliman if you can't hear it from the old man.

The poor emperor was unaware that his sons were now working together to shatter his glittering facade, expose his true nature, and see if he was even human.

Six hundred years BC, Macedonia, the first day of a fishing competition.

Anda Weir was the only angler on the riverbank wearing a sun hat, carrying a deck chair, pushing a glass display case, and holding a fishing rod with a proven track record in his other hand.