Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum was puzzled:

"Sir, does this mean you are very pessimistic about the future of humanity?"

Anda turned his face away:

"Don't worry, I sometimes believe that man can conquer nature. If I can't, then I'll become nature."

"Alright, hurry up and prepare lunch. I can look after Aaron."

After shooing Anmarum and Anglen into the kitchen, Anda was left alone. She lay back down in her chair and looked at her son, who was sleeping soundly in the sun on the table.

This looks like a meal laid out on a table.

"I thought you would be captured by those space skeletons and subjected to violence and suffering, but I didn't expect you to just enter the Exorcism Dead Zone. That piece of junk can be broken by a living saint."

"Hurry up and get it done, the family is waiting for you to cook."

I wonder if Aaron listened to his father's words.

However, at this moment he was walking under the cover of night in Norbert, the moon was not visible in the sky, but the stars were normal.

If you ignore the surrounding buildings, it's not much different from Terra.

"Looking at a mountain can make a horse run itself to death," but the cluster of high-rise buildings that can be seen just ahead is just as far away.

He had no idea how long he had walked, and he still hadn't arrived.

Aaron took off his shoes with great interest and used his feet to feel the roads that seemed to be designed specifically for vehicles.

Does he have to find a car nearby and start it?

The surrounding silence was no different from a horror story, and many figures gradually rose up inside the building that should have been filled with life.

What they displayed behind the curtains was not a happy family life, but rather a dull existence akin to that of mechanical dolls.

If someone could observe their joint movements, they would be no different from the toy joints that a child holds, nailed together.

Aaron looked closely and realized then why curiosity was dangerous, especially if these things were man-eating.

He had actually wanted to go in and check what had happened to these people.

Their irrational behavior clearly indicates the danger they are in.

Few people would think it's a good thing to have a large group of their own kind closing in on them.

"Oh no, this is bad. I bet you didn't wake up in the middle of the night to greet me."

Aaron looked around and counted the figures that kept waking up in the darkness.

They were vibrant and even healthy, with no signs of decay or illness on their skin, their breathing was even, and their eyes were clear and bright.

It's practically a complete biological template.

Yes, they are just living beings, without intelligence.

These creatures, whose fate is uncertain—

Damn it, I'm having that feeling again. I felt the same way when I first saw those corrupt Roman soldiers and the tainted people of Macedonia.

The line between life and death is blurred for them.

Aaron turned around abruptly and began to notice the green fluorescent flow appearing among the already glowing high-rise buildings.

I initially thought these shimmering lights were part of the design style, but now it seems—

Could this be the work of a corrupt official once again?

(The loving father, currently fighting Tzeentch: Busy, do not disturb. I'd be happy if someone painted the Necromancer with Corruption Green.)

"Excuse me, I need to borrow a car!"

Aaron knew he couldn't stay there any longer; it would be so stifling for his younger brother to be trapped in this awful environment.

He began to recount the worlds he had visited, finding someone trying to climb out of a window, and taking what appeared to be a large collection of keys from their waist.

Then they came to the roadside lawn near their house, and there was something that looked like a vehicle.

"Hopefully it will work."

He reached out and pressed a button haphazardly; the key verification was successful, and biometric identification began.

Strangely, the key actually passed the biometric recognition, and the car door opened automatically.

Aaron searched for what appeared to be the cockpit, jumped inside, and closed the door.

"Phew, I've never driven one of these technological creations before."

He adjusted the seat and gripped the control handles with both hands, and a strange throbbing surged within him.

It was as if he could transmit his will to the car.

"Hmm, that feels good. Well then, please be careful on the road, I'm about to start!"

My father once said that the pleasure derived from driving is one of the most important spiritual needs of human beings, ranking among the top.

Especially those vehicles that are easy to operate and offer an extremely comfortable sense of speed.

After all, there's no real thrill in operating those cumbersome and old giant ships, so most of the time it's left to the crew to handle.

Driving the Emperor Dream is nothing compared to giving everyone a motorboat and racing together on the equator.

Aaron's last driving experience came from White Scar.

The speed and track were indeed a great experience, but the horse was so intelligent that many of the driving problems were masked.

Now he is actually controlling a car, feeling the vibrations of the vehicle and the friction of the road surface.

All controls are handled by the user, and the vehicle responds instantly upon intervention.

This is the real feeling of control.

I wonder if there are any living people left in this world who can communicate normally.

Rather than this kind of life that is neither truly alive nor truly dead, seemingly without a soul, yet with an perfectly healthy body.

Has his life been intertwined with these immortals? How come he sees people in a half-dead state for various reasons every day?

Could this be a vision of a better future society?

This was exactly what the old father had dreamed of: everyone ate and slept, and there wasn't a single argument.

With transportation available, reaching the high-rise buildings ahead is no longer a challenge.

The magnificent city ahead was approaching at a visible speed.

In the dim light of the night and illuminated by the city lights, it resembled a giant creature with shimmering stripes of light amidst towering waves.

The next moment it will overwhelm and knock you down.

The bright brilliance was nothing to worry about, but the fluorescent green that became increasingly apparent as we got closer gave off an extremely eerie and unsettling feeling.

Those things are like living blood.

Yet it lacks the viscosity and aversion of blood, and carries a rustic, rusty quality.

It is distinct from the pure corruption of the filthy.

Those fluorescent green things must be extremely advanced, yet also incredibly ancient. How could two completely contradictory concepts be pieced together?

The vehicle eventually stopped in front of a huge wall, where the road ended.

Aaron got out of the car and casually tossed the keys back, only to find that the car had turned around automatically, heading back towards its original owner's location.

"That saves me the trouble of finding someone to compensate me. Don't worry, my family is very wealthy."

Aaron chuckled to himself, saying that according to his father, the entire galaxy belonged to their family.

He arrived in front of the giant wall, and the section that should have been an open road was now completely blocked.

Some displays are mounted on the wall, while others flicker and the images are no longer clear.

Some of the messages conveyed were described in at least three different languages.

Fortunately, I was able to understand some of it and piece together the disasters that this world had experienced.

It is said that on the first day, huge dark clouds covered the sky.

The local fleet found no enemy in the sky, but unexpectedly a terrifying entity tore out from beneath a city.

It was a giant, entirely black pyramid, upon which flowed those green fluorescent lights.

A humanoid skeleton, seemingly cast in metal, appeared, but instead of launching an attack, it merely performed defensive maneuvers.

The next day, all the probing fleets never returned.

From that black pyramid, a flying structure with a design and style very different from those of humans took flight on its own.

Some are even the size of the local city, covering and enveloping the ground.

Gradually, more and more obelisk-shaped objects were deployed, and after the flying structures deployed these obelisks, they returned to the mother structure.

Humans have tried calling for help and have also taken various measures to explore the mysteries of these obelisks.

But they found nothing until three months later.

The first patient has appeared.

"Ostosol—"

Aaron described the somewhat tongue-twisting word, transforming it into his own understanding:

Amnesia.

These symptoms gradually manifest from memory loss, lack of faith, and finally, a loss of cognition about the surrounding environment.

It was actually the priests of the Church of England who first discovered it, because initially it was just some memory loss and didn't attract much attention.

On the contrary, their lack of faith and wavering devotion to the God-Emperor were immediately discovered.

According to the research of a local pastor, it seems that the connection between the soul within people and the subspace is being severed.

Even more blasphemous was that, along with this decline, their piety toward the God-Emperor wavered!

Does this prove that the great God-Emperor is connected to the demons of the warp who should be hated?

(Knocks on the courtroom door.)

The state religion is not concerned with the gains and losses of a world; they urgently need to send these situations back to Terra.