Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

There is no way to search for it, and no way to know for sure.

There is no data source.

He still doesn't know what it is that has given him the experience of having a soul.

Without the Space Beetle's repairs, Altaus was unable to sustain this round of blocking battle.

He watched helplessly as his warriors were mercilessly crushed by Sicarius.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we can buy some time.

It seems the discussions among the various overlords, the Dharma Emperor, the Three Holy Council, and even the Silent King will soon come to an end.

They are a highly efficient race.

We'll upload the data then and seek clarification.

However, due to the existence of Protocol 17, the entry for Cato Sicarius in the data uploaded at this time was further marked with a level of danger.

Although the undead despise the power of the warp, they must objectively acknowledge the amplification that the warp's power provides to physical beings.

In their eyes, the Demon's Blessing is no different from the False Emperor's Blessing on the Golden Throne; when the necromancer's machine is used to identify it, the data obtained are identical.

As the last undead warrior was torn to pieces, Sicarius turned back and called out:

"Aaron, we can continue. We didn't encounter any enemy soldiers repairing their positions today, and it only took seventeen minutes."

Sicarius didn't consider himself a chatterbox; he just felt that sharing the battle's progress would be helpful for later exploration.

Perhaps this only applies to Aaron.

"Aaron—wait! Drop what you're holding! It'll pierce and disintegrate your body!"

After Aaron left his hiding place, Sicarius saw that the dangerous space beetle was being held in Aaron's hand, looking as if it were dead.

Chapter 331 I, Catoscillius, am not a chatterbox! (3K)

"tell me your name!"

Sicarius reacted rather strongly, as if seeing the favorable situation in the battle made him suspicious and uncertain!

The Necromancer is one of the most troublesome of the many alien species.

They might possess some means of controlling the human body, such as first using a spirit-exorcising dead zone to isolate the soul from the body, and then manipulating the human body as a material entity.

Aaron asked curiously, "Aaron Will, what's wrong?"

He swung the seemingly harmless space beetle in his hand, holding it by one leg and spinning it around several times.

The leg joints of this thing are even omnidirectional, which is quite unusual.

My father once remarked while tinkering with woodworking that some toy makers, after so many years, can still produce products with prices that don't decrease but with fewer and fewer joints.

They even stole glue!

Aaron didn't know what stealing glue meant, but since even the old man hated it, it couldn't be a good thing.

Ignoring Sicarius's wariness, he casually picked out a space beetle of suitable size, intending to give it to Angron as a toy later.

Aaron stepped forward:

"Alright, let's move on. What do you call this area, 'the Ghost-Exorcising Dead Zone'? It's quite fitting. Those patients with amnesia are probably suffering from the difficulty of losing their souls. Once we figure out the relationship between these nodes and the obelisks, perhaps we can find a way to save them."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Sicarius and continued on his way.

Sicarius didn't know how to react. Aaron's behavior, placed in the perilous enemy territory, was practically suicide.

But it was also clear that, because of Aaron, the space beetles that could continuously supply the undead soldiers had fallen into a terrible standstill.

Logically speaking, the undead have no life; they are merely data loops existing based on mechanical structures.

So, should this be called a shutdown?

Aaron possesses the ability to shut down space necromancers?

Is this ability something he intentionally acquired, or something he used passively?

Will it be effective against the Cult of Machines?

Sicarius fell into thought. Ultramarines were always like this, able to deduce logical chains from all the information they had summarized.

Some reasoning may not yield results, but it will come in handy someday.

Any information about the enemy, however faint, is of great significance to the Empire.

He could only revert to his initial mission: to protect Aaron Well as he explored the Dead Realm of Exorcism.

Perhaps as his exploration deepens, he will also be able to—

No, Sicarius's reasoning has entered a new phase.

He realized that since entering the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone, apart from the initial encounter before meeting Aaron, the influence of the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone had been continuous.

Once he met Aaron, the power that constantly wanted to sever the connection between his soul and body and prevent him from continuing to serve the God-Emperor disappeared.

At first, I thought I had entered a gap between different nodes, but as I followed Aaron closer to a new node, that feeling of being separated never came again!

In other words, rather than worrying that Aaron would be affected by the exorcism zone, it would be more accurate to say that the three days set by his father were a joke.

The spirit-exorcising dead zone simply doesn't exist around Aaron—

Or perhaps, the way to strip away the soul simply doesn't exist!

Sicarius broke out in a cold sweat and even considered kidnapping Aaron right now and returning him to his father.

This goes beyond simply cracking the so-called technology of the Space Necromancer.

Furthermore, it completely disregards the material laws governing the construction of those obelisks!

He looked at the figures walking leisurely through the city streets filled with terrifying robots, seemingly oblivious to any danger, and for a moment, he didn't know how to judge them.

Perhaps, the master behind this world trapped in the exorcism zone should be feared by Aaron.

This is true.

At the Norbert Center, Ortaus, who had just been cut off from the front lines, collapsed and fell to the ground.

The space beetles around them rushed over, spraying coolant.

As a tomb engineer, it's normal to cause some accidents, but it's rare for him to overload or overheat his own body.

However, it doesn't matter, as this coolant is harmless to the undead and is sometimes used as a beverage by the patriarchs.

High-ranking undead do not need to imitate; they can reproduce the actions of a living being simply by relying on their memories of their past life.

A moment later, Ortaus, feeling as if he had been pulled out of an ice cave, once again experienced the sensation of breaking out in a cold sweat.

He checked his records:

Protocol 17 was like a Möbius strip, triggering infinitely. The individuals existing in the Exorcist Dead Zone were not human agents with firm beliefs, but beings that the undead could not understand or fight against!

The last being to bring such feelings to those who fear death was the Star God.

But the Star God is at least visible, knowable, and attainable!

But what exactly is this human whose name I can't even pronounce?

Ortaus even suspected that even if a hegemon or a French emperor were to personally attend, Aaron might still trigger Protocol Seventeen.

If this scene were to actually occur, then we can only pray that the Triune Council and the Silent King possess the ability to identify that individual.

Otherwise, the undead race would truly possess an indestructible and intangible ghost.

These are not the spirits of the dead as understood by lower life forms like humans, but ghosts that represent the highest level of civilization in the galaxy and should be feared.

What should we do? The Emperor's grand cause, the racial goals.

The space necromancers, who always prided themselves on being the first among all life forms in the galaxy, now truly felt the pain of being a fearful of death.

Exorcising spirits in the dead zone, within the city.

The battles that followed became increasingly swift, as the presence of Aaron allowed Sicarius to defeat his enemies much faster without having to guard against the undead's special attacks.

Even you yourself could make a mistake.

But if Aaron is there, then there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

If only I could keep Aaron with my father.

Does this mean that the father can go deep into the front line of the battlefield without any scruples and confront the enemy's leaders?

Sicarius could realize that this was a long-standing knot in his father's heart.

Aaron, Aaron—

Since when did this name start repeating in my mind?

This situation is truly frustrating.

"Please stop. Ahead lies a crucial point of the obelisk. In addition to undead soldiers, the guarding force will also consist of special constructs."

Sicarius remained vigilant; the smooth progress of the battle did not make him complacent.

Aaron asked curiously:

"Special structure? Does that mean that monsters that are not just humanoid have finally appeared? You call them space necromancers, which is quite apt if you just describe them by their skeletal appearance."

Aaron compared the beetle in his hand with the undead head that Sicarius had previously cut off for him.

"But if it only has these two appearances, it is indeed a bit boring. I hope to see some more diverse ones. I got an alien encyclopedia from Peturabo, which contains a wide variety of monsters."

Sicarius reached for the chainsaw sword, unsure whether he should make the move.

He vaguely remembered his father meeting with that despicable traitor and even killing him with his own hands!

But earlier entries pointing to the Primarch seem to indicate the existence of a younger Peturabo.

Even younger ones like Loga.

All of these connections have one thing in common: the appearance of Aaron Weir.

Are you truly the one secretly referred to as the "Emperor's First Son"?

Sicarius regained his composure and answered Aaron's question:

"The more singular and weak the enemy, the better."