Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron quickly assessed the situation and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it's not the new brother who's in trouble, but Guilliman who keeps running into new trouble.

But thinking about it this way, it's kind of a hellish joke, and I wonder when he'll be freed.

Aaron quickly brought his thoughts back to the main topic and asked:

How fast can you run if you carry me on your back?

Chapter 329 Space Necromancer: Let me see what's going on? (3K)

"By the way, Marum mentioned before that if I see Guilliman, I should give him my regards."

“Remember to tell Guilliman about this after we get out.”

Aaron acted very naturally, as if he were treating his own family, and was not afraid of strangers.

The first person to complain about his father to someone and receive a response was Marum, the Ultra Warrior.

Sicarius was clearly more serious than Marum. While he wasn't exactly "Ultraman," he was more like someone who unreservedly displayed the solemn warrior aura that was inherent in him.

He made no attempt to conceal his strength and bravery.

Aaron suddenly had this feeling.

Unlike Angron, he didn't need to make contact with his target to gain any opinions or impressions.

Aaron only needed to glance at someone to know what kind of character they were.

“You can call me Aaron, that’s what Marum calls me. You don’t need to call me Your Highness or any other title.”

Aaron walked ahead of the road, but he ultimately did not climb onto Sicarius's back to let the latter run at the speed of the Astartes.

Because the other party suggested that the nodes of the obelisk exist in various parts of the city, it would be best to check and confirm these nodes before exploring the main body, which would help the Empire in its subsequent attempts to solve the Soul Disorder.

Aaron joked:

“I thought you would abandon these ‘worthless’ citizens, whether it was my father’s personality—he never cared about the garbage at home; or the system of the entire empire that always chooses the way with the least loss—etc.”

He looked at Sicarius's face, who remained silent on the matter.

"I was just kidding, but you wouldn't actually do that, would you?"

During his previous conversation with his mother, Aaron had considered that if an organization were extremely large, it would certainly be impossible to take care of everyone.

Internal and external troubles can even cause the smallest organizational unit, the "family," to fall apart.

Not to mention the entire Milky Way.

There will inevitably be those who are abandoned; even the word "sacrifice" is insufficient to describe it.

These harsh realities were things Aaron's parents didn't want him to think about; they hoped he would spend his life in this idyllic, pastoral era.

“But Mother, I can’t just stand by and do nothing. If Father has to take responsibility because he’s certain he’ll live to see this day, then I hope that before I die, I can do something for these people.”

Aaron did not expect to get an answer from Sicarius.

What Marum couldn't answer, none of the Ultra Warriors, not even Guilliman himself, could find the answer.

They could only believe that after the endless war ended, perhaps a better new world would arrive.

"No need to be confused, Aaron. The enemy is right ahead, and we have no choice but to meet them head-on."

For some reason, Sicarius offered words of encouragement.

He had never done this before. Because his comrades-in-arms needed no encouragement.

Aaron chuckled a few times, masking his worries:

"I understand, that's why I like humans, we can only move forward."

Sicarius suddenly felt a desire to talk:

"Judging from your language, I suspect you also see yourself as existing on a level separate from humanity? Above that level?"

Aaron shook his head: "No, I am among humans, unlike your Great Astartesism."

Sicarius corrected, "The Great Astartes is an old relic; perhaps some chapters still value it."

“But the Ultramarines would never do that; we are even willing to obey the orders of the mortal governor to a certain extent.”

Aaron looked around for a means of transportation, then nodded in agreement:

"Yes, 'to a certain extent,' the moment you were allowed to do that, you were already different from humans. Don't misunderstand, it's normal for us to distinguish between ourselves and humans and then assign work according to our respective functions. You can't ignore the differences between yourselves and humans and yet comfortably believe that you are no different from humans; neither is acceptable."

"By the way, why are all these vehicles—powerless? I can still see moving patients with amnesia outside the city walls, as well as vehicles that are still running."

Aaron tapped on the vehicles that, along with their owners, were silent and whose shells were illuminated by the flowing, emerald-green light from above. Only a crisp tapping sound was heard.

Everything within it has turned to deathly silence.

"Can I interpret this as the death of the machine?"

Aaron suddenly had a brilliant idea and added:

"Machines can't move without energy, and humans can't move without their souls. But machines can move after being replenished with energy, while humans—oh, the human body doesn't have the strength of a machine, which is really troublesome."

Sicarius, listening to Aaron's incoherent words, pushed aside the vehicles blocking the road, gesturing for Aaron to pass:

“Your thoughts always gravitate in directions that the citizens of the current empire would never imagine, but I guess you want to find people’s souls and put them back in.”

Aaron nodded, then shook his head and said:

"Perhaps there are more possibilities. For example, the soul does not necessarily have to be in the body. Yes, why does the soul have to be in the body? It may control the body in ways we do not know."

"And the 'dead zone' you mentioned might just be a severing of that connection."

Sicarius was puzzled, but he quickly walked in front of Aaron and released his fighting stance.

Several undead armed with weapons are patrolling the area.

"I don't understand. Your thinking is too unconventional and completely illogical!"

He roared and strode forward, using one hand to lift the vehicle as a shield and the charging ram.

After a few crisp, clean cutting sounds, the undead soldiers collapsed to the ground, smoke rising from the molten wounds.

Sicarius remained vigilant, crushing the nearest beetle.

The beetles around them did not approach the soldiers repairing them, but dispersed on their own as if they had received some kind of order.

These self-machines are extremely fragile, but also the most dangerous.

Aaron then ran up and explained:

“You see, I guess these little things don’t have any intelligence, but something controls them, right? Maybe that’s the relationship between the soul and the body.”

"The soul is not detached from our bodies, but something separates the soul from the body."

Sicarius sensed the silence of the entire block and, after confirming the enemy's retreat, stepped forward, finally having a moment to answer Aaron's question:

"This is not the first time I've heard such comments, but unfortunately, I'm not a scholar in this field. There are just too many aliens; scholars who study aliens may never figure out what their research projects are all about."

"I can't feel the theoretical support for your reasoning. You're like a newcomer who tries to express his opinion on everything he sees according to his own understanding, but I can't find any real evidence to refute you for the time being."

“But, Aaron, let us move on. My mission is clear: to protect you as you explore this land. Whatever conclusions you reach, I hope they will benefit the Empire.”

Aaron could only shrug and approach a completely "dead" undead soldier.

Its entire body is made of metal, with no gaps between its ribs.

The upper part of the skull is no different from that of humans, but the mouth and nose area began to evolve in a special way.

Some individuals also have decorations extending from their skulls.

At first glance, many people would assume that this is a special robot produced by imitating human skeletons.

In reality, their skeletons are more integrated, and regardless of their metal material, the structural differences alone make them much tighter than the "loose" gaps in human bones.

"What do you call these things? Could you saw off one of their heads for me?"

Aaron pointed to the clean, undamaged, and extinguished head of the undead.

Sicarius stopped in his tracks; he now understood why Marum had been chosen to travel back in time.

this--

He's become a bit of a chatterbox.

Sikalius didn't even consider, out of Space Marine caution, whether this was related to Khorne's contamination. Khorne was the God of Blood, and these mechanical skeletons probably couldn't be considered to be blood.

He stepped on the dismembered torso of the undead soldier, and with both hands he grabbed the soldier's spine and skull and began to tear it apart.

"It's too heavy for you, just hang on me."

Sicarius tore strips of cloth from the passerby's clothes and wrapped them around his waist.

“I know you can take some things back to the past, and I will give them to you when you leave.”

Aaron nodded. Although it was difficult to communicate with these Ultra Warriors when they first met, they were all quite considerate.

They also knew that this thing was too heavy, and that it would be difficult for an ordinary person to hold it.

The two continued forward, and a clear obelisk node was flashing in the distance.

There is a clear connection between this node and the main body of the obelisk, which seems to confirm what Aaron said earlier: the controller and the controlled do not need to be one; as long as there is a connection, the activity can be completed.

"By the Divine Emperor, may your gaze be upon your kingdom."

"We, Astartes, your angels, will uphold your will and drive out the aliens."

Sicarius began to kneel in prayer, a common pre-battle motivational act.

It was also part of their daily practice, after all, they were Astartes monks.

When Marum first came to his family, he did this every day, and his father, who woke him up from his sleep, would chase after him and scold him, which gradually helped him to correct his habit.

There is no trace of piety to be seen now.

Aaron did not disturb Sicarius's prayer. For people of this time, such rituals were of great significance, and he wanted to maintain basic courtesy.

Later, once I realize that the old man is not human, this piety will naturally be separated, and I will only believe in the part that is rightfully mys.

Prayer in the face of the battle did not take long; Sicarius quickly rose:

"The defenses here are formidable. I estimate it will take three hours to finish the battle. Please take cover."