Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Order all city clusters to close their city walls and impose martial law.

But it was all too late. The amnesia flared up in the next few days, and the whole world was engulfed.

Chapter 328 The Soulless One and Sicarius Appear

"Is the soul such an inconvenient thing?"

Aaron muttered the way his father spoke, as he squatted in front of the tall gate.

Aphasia, simply put, is a state of mental confusion, as if one has lost their soul.

Those black pyramids and obelisks that sprang from beneath the planet's surface possessed the power to strip away—

No, Aaron stopped thinking.

This doesn't seem to be about stripping away the soul.

According to my father, all human thought and emotion are determined by the frequency and amplitude of electrical signals transmitted through the intracranial nervous system.

The same effect can be achieved by slowing down the propagation of electrical signals inside the nerve.

But that old man never tells the whole story. There are living evil gods living in the warp, so it's highly likely that souls really do exist.

On the contrary, the transmission of neural electrical signals is actually a manifestation of the soul in the real world.

Otherwise, why would most psionic energy emit light and heat after it is manifested?

Aaron recalled the enormous warp rift in the sky above Olympia that he had seen, constantly surrounded by gray-white lightning, almost identical to his mother's psionic energy.

Although it is unknown whether neural electrical signals can be equated with the lightning seen in reality, the gray-white lightning in subspace and the lightning in the clouds are probably not the same thing.

However, when they exhibited the same external characteristics, Aaron felt there must be some connection between them.

For example, is the entire subspace actually the head of some life form?

"Haha, this idea should really be told to Father. He would definitely think that the owner of this head was kicked by a donkey."

Aaron let out a long sigh and searched for a way to open the gate.

Before he could find anything, he heard a rustling sound of climbing.

A gray, metallic-looking beetle is suspended a few fingers' width from the solid surface, crawling out densely from the cracks in the giant wall, curiously extending what appear to be probes as observation organs, their emerald green light swaying.

Then a burst of decomposing laser light shot out, piercing Aaron's abdomen.

Strangely, Aaron did not feel pain or dissipation, but instead watched his body gradually repair itself.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Anda plucked the black scales from the wooden arm that was meant for the fourth brother and tossed it into Aaron's arms.

He felt this might be useful, in case Volkan died at the hands of the undead. The bond between the soul and body of the immortals was the strongest of all life forms.

The four ancient cities remain unshakable, clearly favored by the space skeleton.

Could I possibly throw something over there myself?

Anda touched his hair, thinking, "I've nurtured my hair for a thousand days, only to use it for one."

Black King felt there was no need to worry about Aaron's safety, but as a father, he still had to shoulder his responsibilities!

Anda's gaze gradually hardened. Enduring the pain, he pulled out a few strands of hair and reached out to touch the wooden "mechanical arm."

"Mechanical, self-constructed!"

The soaring golden light was suppressed and confined within a small room.

This wooden arm is being reconstructed; according to microscopic physics, by continuously increasing or decreasing the number of nuclear charges, new elements can be obtained.

Using divine power to achieve so-called elemental transformation is itself a manifestation of applying real-world physical laws.

Ultimately, the mechanical hand, which should have been wielded by the Primarch's arm, was shrunk to a size that an ordinary human could use.

"Hopefully, when this thing smashes the space skull's jaw, it won't feel any pain. Damn it, I don't know how a creature from billions of years ago could still look human after becoming a robot."

"In this treacherous universe, is this the only template you remember when intelligent life was born? Occasionally, you should also consider the wishes of my good brother, the great sea god Poseidon!"

Anda cursed the heavens and placed the reconstructed mechanical arm, the true Emperor's Fist, into Aaron's arms.

"My son, your fists can shatter any obstacle. Go and teach those space skeletons a lesson!"

More than 40,000 years later, on the planet Norbert.

Aaron watched as the mechanical beetles reached his feet, shining lights into his body as if they were shining them through, then repairing him.

No damage was caused at all.

He felt it was time to get a small pet for Angron's company, while also ensuring his own sturdiness.

The fifth one is too big, and it's a donkey itself, so it's not suitable to be a pet.

Aaron thought to himself that he liked it more and more as he looked at it, so he squatted down and picked up a mechanical beetle.

The levitation mechanism of those things was still unclear, and they were quite restless in his arms, much like a fisherman throwing a large fish, just caught and a long enough to be an arm's length, into his son's arms.

"Protocol restarted~"

"Humans, inferior beings, our king has already shown his mercy!"

Preliminary analysis suggests that the human in front of us is likely an agent of that ridiculous human empire, who may have a basic understanding of the undead race's technological foundation.

It can move freely within the realm of exorcising spirits and death.

The scarabs around quickly shared these thoughts, which did not originate from the one Aaron had initially held, but rather from a necromancer with the authority to think freely.

The higher the level of the undead, the greater their ability to think freely, and even to possess emotions identical to those of intelligent life.

The lower the level of the undead, the lower their cognitive abilities. Many soldiers are only remembered by their numbers and have no idea how to identify their own names.

As for the lowest-ranking scarab beetles, they are not considered members of the tribe.

Although the most sensed information of a resurrected dead person comes from these insects.

It can't even be described as working hard without complaint.

Aaron didn't understand much, and then threw the insect in his hand aside.

You have to pick a well-behaved one.

He approached the gate, made a gesture of opening his arms, indicating that the other party should open the gate.

It seems that some kind of machine is controlling this city, and it's unknown how many humans can retain their souls behind this giant wall.

Aaron had no sense of what it meant to venture into danger, yet he remained cautious.

He himself is immortal in his dream, but in order to prevent himself from being unable to rescue his younger brother who may be in danger in time, Aaron still has to be careful.

Seemingly understanding his actions, after all the scarabs' disintegrating beams failed, the huge gate in front of them finally emitted the sounds of chains and gears turning.

Finally, the heavy gate slowly opened, revealing the road leading into the city.

"Confuse--"

"There's no doubt that the beams of small, self-contained machines can easily decompose minerals and nanometals. However, the technological development of the human race itself has its own ingenuity. It's normal for them to have the ability to resist. We despise them, but we must not be too arrogant and repeat their mistakes. We must take the threat posed by any enemy seriously."

It seems that different consciousnesses have begun to converse, infiltrating the city's camera system to closely monitor why this human agent has entered the exorcism zone.

He didn't look like one of those big men from Astartes, and he wasn't wearing any religious ornaments related to the so-called false gods worshipped by humans.

Both of these human types have indeed been observed to possess tremendous resistance within the exorcism zone.

Ah, lowly, inferior life forms, rejecting higher levels of evolution.

The Warp is nothing but a discarded shoe by our race, and the so-called evil gods within it are even more laughable and absurd.

Alas, inferior beings with souls—

The communication sounds quickly subsided, as the data stream from Ortaus, who was currently managing this world, was inspecting it.

Any key individual that demonstrates resistance is a valuable experimental subject for the higher-ups.

They can only obey orders and guide the individual toward the interior of the city.

This place is called Destrerian, according to human terminology.

There is an obelisk located at the deepest part of the city.

Aaron passed through the opened gates and entered the city, where he encountered even more soulless beings.

Compared to their counterparts outside the city walls who can still awaken and engage in simple activities, these soulless beings, apart from still exhibiting bodily functions that suggest they are "alive," show no other signs of life.

Their eyes were open, their bodies were breathing, and their metabolism was still in progress.

But their bodies lay there lifelessly and peacefully on the ground, as if it were the last place they had fallen, never to rise again.

“It seems I’ll have to get Marum to help me write a book. I need to learn more about basic science. My father’s descriptions are all superficial, or just from his perspective.”

Aaron moved closer to observe these soulless beings who were no longer able to move, trying to feel the existence of so-called bioelectric signals with his own hands.

But he quickly laughed at himself, saying, "How could I possibly feel that?"

He lingered by the roadside for a long time but found no clues.

However, the black obelisk hidden in the center of all the high-rise buildings can already be seen.

Perhaps once we get there, we can find it—

Crunch!

Before the gate behind him closed completely, a loud metallic clanging sound rang out, and an Ultramariner, similar in form to Marum's power armor but with different head armor decorations, rolled through the door.

He broke through the last layer of the gate, avoiding the horrific scene of being crushed.

After regaining his balance, Cato Sicarius confirmed that the young man in front of him was his target, and knelt down on one knee:

“Kato Sicarius greets you, Aaron Well. I am here on the orders of Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines, to escort you on your exploration of this place.”

"A tactical squad will break in three days and take us away."

Clear words came from inside the helmet, followed by the golden light of familiar old things from home, which sculpted him into a robust young man.

His appearance and attire make him seem more like a warrior from an era a few hundred years later than Marum.

The rustic charm of mythical heroes has been replaced by a more disciplined and dignified quality.

"Sent by Guilliman? I see, that's over 40,000 years in the future, that's good."