Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Pay attention, everyone! His Majesty the Divine Emperor's legions need our conclusions. Let's see what has provoked the Lord of Corruption's wrath!"

Judge Steele was seconded there, ostensibly to provide assistance, but in reality, he planned to personally kill his colleagues in the Chaos Court after they had become corrupted.

He can also temporarily have command authority in crisis situations.

Chaos Court scribe Memos was about to use his third mechanical arm to flip the paper document in front of him into sparks. It was a human-skin book, and its style was actually much better than the equipment used by other departments of the Empire.

The result hadn't matched yet, but Memos had already started shouting:

"Judge Steele, this has happened 777 times in the last 10,000 years. It is highly likely that it is another conflict between the Lord of Corruption and the Lord of Change."

"This is normal. According to our research, the frequency of turmoil among the Chaos Gods even exceeds that of the war between the Empire and Chaos."

The rustling sound of pages turning suddenly stopped.

"Yeah, yeah, that's perfectly normal, haha."

The human skin that had just been flipped over revealed a flat mouth, emitting a dry, guttural sound, and echoed the sentiment.

Memos raised his hand, his heavy, damp scribbler's uniform disheveled, and slammed it down, delivering a hard slap to that flattened face:

"Shut up, Kaka. You're not some kind of machine spirit that those tech buddies think you are. Don't spout off, or you'll be treated like a demon and dealt with!"

While browsing through an ancient book, Memos encountered Kaka, the spirit of the book.

It got its name Kaka because it makes a "kaka" sound every time it speaks.

“Judge Steele, please forget this scene.”

Memos closed the book with a hint of apology.

The latter leaned against an ancient, decaying bookshelf, its preservatives practically rotting away, exuding the so-called "smell of knowledge," and shook his head.

“I have no interest in your little secrets. Tell me the answer, Memos: does this change in the garden pose any risk to the Empire?”

It was just a little secret; Steele wasn't the kind of inquisitive judge who would pry into things. He was only focused on completing his mission.

Many colleagues who get stuck on trivial matters meet tragic ends. Whenever good news—no, bad news—of a colleague's death arrives, Steele is deeply saddened, for the God-King has lost another loyal follower.

"There is no danger, sir. It's strange, there's not a single danger. It seems to be a war between the Chaos Gods, and the Empire isn't involved at all."

Memos scratched his wet hair, picking off a lot of soft, grime.

This is the price of peeping into the garden, and it's not surprising.

Even in the deepest part of the Chaos Court, there are colleagues with bird beaks and blue hair, yet they are still serving the God Emperor.

"Yes, yes, it's confirmed, Kaka! There's no threat. How could the divine kingdom be threatened? We are blessed by the light of the gods!"

Kaka yelled, and then Memos slammed the huge, filthy book shut and shoved it back into its original place on the bookshelf.

"Shut up, you idiot! What divine kingdom? That's knowledge from tens of thousands of years ago! You'd better behave yourself in front of the Inquisitor!"

Steele shook his head helplessly:

"Alright, now that I've confirmed that, my job is done."

When Memos heard the word "end," he felt a chill run down his spine. He pulled up the sleeves of his clothes to cover his front, as if it were a form of protection, better than nothing.

"My lord, are you about to set off? We will stay here. Please rest assured, our loyalty to the God Emperor is beyond question!"

Steele merely sneered, then turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence:

"I've seen too many people claim to be loyal, but they all ended up dying by my gun."

dong dong dong-

As the heavy footsteps faded away, Memos finally let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the bookshelf. Right next to him was Kaka.

"They all died by my gun in the end! That sounds like a cool line, my old friend. When will you ever be that cool? You're supposed to be a member of the Inquisition, after all."

Memos simply punched the bookshelf:

"Shut your filthy mouth! I really don't know why I risked keeping you alive. If you were the same thing those tech geeks call a machine soul, that would be fine, but if you really are a demon, God Emperor!"

The poor scribe began to pray:

"The divine kingdom you mentioned should ideally belong to the great God-Emperor."

Before long, the sound of turning pages and strange whispers echoed again throughout the secret building, but ultimately no further conflict erupted.

In 600 BC, Macedonia nearly became one of the gardens of the world.

"What do you mean, you want me to be a doctor? Don't be ridiculous. I wouldn't even bother with you if you were sick, let alone anyone else."

At this moment, Adachi was leaning comfortably against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug, and then said:

“My son, you should know that I am actually not good at taking care of people. If you ask me to go for treatment, wouldn’t that be harming them? It’s not that I’m lazy.”

Before Aaron could even state his reasons, Marum beside him had already offered a suggestion that Anda found hard to refuse:

"Sir, now is the best time for you to prove that you can earn people's respect not by relying on your former strength, but solely by your own character and enthusiastic actions!"

“Once you perform this good deed, it will prove that even if you abandon those noble powers, you are still the master of mankind.”

"I think they will respect you even more in the later fishing competitions, and even if something unexpected happens, they won't think it's your fault."

In reality, the first two sentences might not have meant much to Adachi, but the third sentence made him eager to try, and he was already pretending to sway his clothes as if he were wearing some kind of long gown:

"Oh, I was just joking. How can I stand idly by when humanity is under such threat? It's just being a doctor for now. I've done things like cleaning latrines before. The pollution on those people won't be too serious. I'll just endure the disgust and take care of it."

Angron then jumped out of the room, wearing only a towel around his neck, as he often got his clothes dirty and didn't have many spares.

Upon hearing her father's words, she immediately clapped her hands, maximizing her emotional impact.

"My dad is the best person in the world!"

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and commented:

"As long as he doesn't try to get you to climb down the chimney every day, I'm worried that his behavior will become more and more outrageous over time."

Angron ran in circles around Aaron's legs, stubbornly saying:

"Don't worry, brother, I can tell what's dangerous. The most dangerous place Dad made me climb over was the window of the aunt's house nearby, so he could help me steal some fruit."

Aaron glared at him, showing no remorse whatsoever, and picked his nose.

“They used to rush to deliver it, but I’m not used to it lately, but I’m still craving it. Besides, most of it has ended up in your brother’s stomach.”

Aaron shook his head and said, "I am against theft."

Angron immediately stopped in front of his brother, and proudly said:

"Although my dad told me to go and steal, I had already greeted those aunties. I just got hugged and kissed a couple of times."

Aaron took a deep breath, his carefully prepared moral education abruptly cut short.

Never mind, it seems that Angron himself still has a basic moral compass.

As long as the old father lives well, that's enough. The fact that he doesn't cause trouble for humans is already a great blessing for the human race.

He still couldn't understand how terrible future humans would be, that this thing could become an emperor.

Since the old man had already agreed to treat the patient, he and Marum each carried one of the old man's arms and headed towards the destination.

"Oh, by the way, there's a small subspace rift there; you should be able to handle that,"

After Aaron finished speaking, the old man squeezed between the two looked wary:

"Why are you suddenly using honorifics? Something's not right!"

Just as Aaron was initially wary of the old man suddenly speaking human language, Anda is now reacting to his son's inexplicable behavior.

"Oh dear, what problem in this world could possibly stump you? Time is of the essence, there's no time to fret now!"

In the end, Marum even considered throwing a javelin to send their lord flying into the target area.

Before long, the old man looked uncomfortable and squatted in front of the crack in an unseemly posture.

Aaron then temporarily left to go to the group of people who had gathered earlier, helping them to categorize themselves, show the severity of the pollution on their bodies, and prepare for treatment.

Anda glanced at the son who was so respected by the crowd from afar and thought to himself, "Shouldn't this be the treatment I deserve?"

He flicked the booger he had picked into the subspace rift:

"This thing? I thought it was something serious. You can leave it alone and it'll be fine. Just put a big rock on top of it."

Anda was cursing and about to get up to leave when Marum leaned closer and said something:

“Master, just now Aaron was tempted by the Lord of Corruption here. That abominable Chaos God tried to become Aaron’s father.”

After saying this, Marum quietly retreated to a slightly farther place and moved a huge rock to block the way, because he knew that his words had struck at the master's weak point.

What happened next wasn't particularly exciting, but at least there was some drama.

Sure enough, the afternoon sky, which had been clear and sunny just moments before, was suddenly obscured by thick, dark clouds that appeared out of nowhere. The sound of thunder and lightning was inadequate to describe it; it was like a raging sea of ​​thunder!

"You damned thing, wasn't the injury Fang Qian suffered humiliating enough?!"

"You don't really think I can't kill you, do you? Life and death mean nothing to me, yet you're agonizing over it and refusing to die?"

Anda's eyes turned completely black. Even before the little thing got angry, a certain father had already crossed time and space, arriving in fury.

"You really enjoy being someone else's dad, huh? How about I become your dad?"

"That little brat Mortalian is one thing, but you even dare to lay a finger on Aaron!"

"Ah—! That's my trump card to defeat all of you!"

"To kill is a grave mistake, for both heaven and earth!"

The enraged old father wielded the power of heaven and earth's thunder to annihilate all filth.

Aaron also planned to classify patients in need of treatment according to so-called scientific methods of patient diagnosis and treatment.

But after the sea of ​​lightning poured down, all the pollution vanished into thin air, and the pollution was cured in an instant.

Sigh, at least ordinary people should be given a little opportunity to explore scientific methods and verify them.

Aaron seemed to have vaguely found a reason why humanity would choose his father as emperor in the future.

However, these thoughts and logic are still quite vague and require more time to sort them out.

His current problem is how to tell these people who have been contaminated and suddenly cured the real reason, instead of making them regard him as a god.

Because in the eyes of these people, their bodies were tainted by filth, their gods were out of sight, and their pain was barely visible. It was this young man who touched them, and then a thunderbolt struck from the sky, and the patient was instantly cured.

If this isn't God, then what is?