Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“We do not find our battles boring. If all of the Empire’s enemies look the same and have the same clear weakness, we would not mind dedicating our lives to them.”

Aaron rubbed the tip of his nose and laughed:

"Okay, I agree with your line of thinking. If what you say comes true, then I will restrain my curiosity."

"Now let's talk about the relationship between nodes and the exorcising dead zone. I vaguely heard some words from the bodies of those undead just now. They were hard to understand, but they all mentioned the soul."

Aaron moved his finger, pointing to his head:

"I still don't quite understand what the soul is. If humans, as intelligent beings, possess a soul, then what about lower creatures?"

"What about mechanical beings? There must be intelligent life forms among the space necromancers that meet our standards. So, can their consciousness, which is born from machines, also be called a soul?"

Sicarius had no opinion on these philosophical speculations, or rather, he had only one standard:

"Our only standard for the soul is loyalty."

“Aaron, don’t overthink it—well, your curiosity is really dangerous.”

Sicarius conceded slightly and began to explain his understanding; he wasn't a chatterbox at all.

It must be Marum's influence that made this chief believe that all the Ultramarines were chat assistants who would answer any question.

There should be an opportunity in the future to let Tetus and Aaron meet.

That guy would never utter a single unnecessary word.

"According to existing Imperial records, life exists with a soul. The soul's consciousness operates within the Warp, not within our bodies. Of course, this is just the most widely circulated version, as there are still individuals completely rejected by the Warp."

"According to this widely held view, our conscious activity is entirely mapped onto the subspace. Therefore, countless negative emotions trigger energy changes in the subspace, giving birth to demons."

"The Exorcism Zone is a method used by cosmic undead to isolate themselves from the influence of the subspace, blocking the mapping of consciousness activity to the subspace, which manifests as amnesia."

Aaron already had his own deductions about the final conclusion and didn't care about them; instead, he focused on the passage in the middle:

"Negative emotions triggered changes in warp energy, giving birth to demons. It is not the negative emotions themselves that are the warp demons."

"That's interesting. If there's still pure, uncontaminated warp energy, could it be used to injure demons?"

Chapter 332 The Undead Sphinx and the Fake Sphinx (3K)

"I'm starting to believe that you are indeed His Majesty's first son."

Sicarius felt his mind being reconstructed along with the undead.

Because Your Majesty had similar thoughts more than 10,000 years ago.

Your Majesty devised the truth of the Empire, just as Father compiled the sacred texts.

Unfortunately, the imperial truth failed and was lost, while the state religion flourished.

The father's sacred texts faced even greater obstacles after his return.

This family, they all have this kind of temperament and way of thinking.

Sicarius suddenly said something offensive, but quickly realized his mistake and hurriedly closed his eyes to pray.

He begged His Majesty to forgive his thoughtless words.

Aaron leaned closer, patted the humanoid Sicarius on the shoulder, and teased:

"Alright, I knew you Ultra Warriors were like this, just like Marum. Marum has already become completely disrespectful to my father, so you don't need to treat him like some kind of god or savior."

"He's just a lazy old man. He's already exhausted his brain cells to come up with a solution. There's no need to be too harsh on him or to be afraid of him."

"Going on, if we destroy or terminate the operation of the nodes, can we restore the affected humans?"

Sicarius could only hope that his son's words would be effective and that His Majesty would not blame him for speaking rashly.

"This has not been recorded before, and we do not know whether stopping the node will restore people to normal or completely disconnect them."

“Even more terrifying consequences.”

Aaron quickly said, "Alright, stop keeping me in suspense. When you start beating around the bush, you're even more troublesome than Marum."

Sicarius said coldly:

"That is, the returning souls reconnect with their bodies, but because they have lost the support of their bodies, they are corrupted by demons in the warp."

"But this is just a hypothesis, because no large-scale demon clusters have been found near the Exorcism Dead Zone. The subspace region to which it belongs has been pacified."

Aaron laughed heartily:

"It's funny how you talk to yourself, put up an argument, and then refute it. In your extreme warriors' terms, that's called considering any conditional variables and being prepared for every change."

“But I’m really not willing to just go around like this. You come and clear out those guards and make a path.”

Sicarius asked, "What are you going to do?"

Aaron smiled and said, "Of course I'll go take a look. Don't worry about my safety; my true form isn't here."

Sicarius didn't want to believe Aaron's words, but he had no choice but to do as he was told.

His mission was simply to protect Aaron as he explored the Dead Zone of Exorcism; Aaron was now exploring the node, nothing more.

After Sicarius finished tidying up and counting the ammunition, he was about to step forward when Aaron suddenly remembered something and reminded him:

"If you run out of bullets, you can call my name. Um, I know you guys have religious fastidiousness, just pretend you're simply calling my name."

Sicarius simply nodded without replying, then turned and headed to a new battlefield.

He is indeed powerful; even Marum cannot compare to him.

Aaron was able to carry the dead space beetle as he strolled to the node.

It did not resemble a small obelisk, but rather a square base constructed from ordinary necromancy building materials.

There is no tower body on the base, but rather a tangled and converging stream of dim fluorescent green data.

Clearly, these data do not represent the soul.

If the souls of our fellow countrymen who have lost contact are all like this, then demons should look like this too.

Aaron was about to reach out and touch it, as this was the most direct way for him to understand things in his "dream".

After all, he didn't have the ability to use his tongue as a sensory probe like Astartes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The swirling streams of data were trying to enter Aaron's body and read his memories.

Aaron was curious to share his memories of Egypt, but he discovered that even though he allowed the other person to read them, the data streams began to collapse after the memories were loaded.

They are simply unable to record everything that Aaron experienced subjectively; they can only remember knowledge that would have objectively existed in human history even without Aaron.

Finally, these data streams transformed into the shape of a sphinx, with the body of a lion and the head of a human, perched before Aaron.

“Our race has always treated those of exceptional talent like you with great favor. There is no shortage of human talent around the Emperor.”

"Welcome, the fourth human in the world to resist the exorcism zone and arrive here."

"Complete my task, and you may pass."

Sicarius, who was fighting on the front lines, seemed oblivious to what was happening behind him.

Aaron, however, seemed to be deep in thought. He summarized his previous conversation with Sicarius and asked the crucial question:

"Don't rush to ask me, I have a question for you."

"Do space necromancers have souls?"

The Necromancer Sphinx has stalled; it's just a barely functioning front-end app with its internal database completely empty.

“We, our people, have cast aside the burdens of the soul, and our bodies have endured through the ages.”

It spouts dry, pretentious nonsense about inferior races.

Aaron said, "Oh, so you think you don't have a soul. But in reality, we don't even know if the soul exists."

"How dare you! How dare you ants pry into the secrets of our people!"

The undead Sphinx was enraged, but could not make any threatening counterattack.

Because the nearby guards were engaged in a fierce battle with Sicarius.

Aaron was overjoyed that he had managed to extract information from her:

"Haha, so that means your clan has become this grotesque because it's related to the demise of your souls and even your physical bodies. Of course, the physical bodies are gone, that's a fact."

"But you can't actually be sure whether your souls have really disappeared. Instead, you believe that the consciousness within your mechanical bodies has transcended."

"That's interesting. I think the soul isn't what we understand it to be. Rather, as long as you have consciousness, you have a soul."

"But you have a soul, and this is a death zone for exorcising spirits—"

Aaron repeated his own logic, which sounded somewhat sophistical, and was the line of thought he had gleaned from listening to the debates among the people in Athens when Hayes had made him a spy.

Ignore your own mistakes, focus only on the opponent's Achilles' heel, and deliver a heavy blow.

His words were naturally full of loopholes, and the necromancer was utterly powerless to refute them when faced with his own problems.

Yes, if their consciousness has been part of the souls of the past for countless years, then the wails of countless people and the loneliness of being trapped in the agreement must explain this.

They are the ones who have been tormenting themselves.

That's why the dying cries of the undead soldiers sound so real.

Ah—such doubts!

"My lord, please save your people! Great Shalek!"

Alright, now we know that within their species, there's someone whose status is similar to that old man's, the Emperor, named Shalek.

Aaron clenched his fist.

Although this knowledge may be within the Empire, it has already been acquired by intelligence agencies.

However, being able to earn it independently through one's own efforts means that one can at least live up to the reputation of their first job.

Aaron, seeing the Sphinx's crazed state, felt a pang of pity and tried to comfort it:

"Alright, alright, I reckon you're going to break down if I keep asking you questions. Now ask me yours."

Aaron was prepared. If he could answer the other party's question and then go directly to the obelisk itself, that would be much more convenient.

The necromancer Sphinx was also forced to trigger Protocol Seventeen, ignoring the taboo questions posed by Aaron and focusing instead on the program that had successfully resisted the exorcism of the dead, and began to ask questions—