Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“I’m not proud of anything, but I’m making these judgments with the rigor of you extreme warriors.”

He gradually learned the way the Ultramarines spoke, which did sound quite hurtful.

It sounds like they're criticizing or being sarcastic.

But these are indeed the right things to do in a rational state of mind.

It seems that the thirteenth prince wasn't very popular, and no one wanted to chat with him.

It's because you often find yourself in situations where you need emotional comfort or even to show vulnerability, yet you're smug and spout all sorts of rational and correct advice.

"If you do as I say, you can't go wrong." That feeling.

Please, you're brothers.

It's not like that useless old man, Dad.

Sometimes I get scared; nobody wants to listen to that old man talking like that.

Sicarius answered calmly:

“I understand that I am not an emotional person.”

Aaron joked:

"Yes, Father always complains that when he was designing you, he was already very careful about the factors of excessive emotion."

"But why is it that Marum sometimes doesn't respect him enough and takes the initiative to act on emotion and target him?"

Sicarius frowned. Hmm?

The first Ultra Warrior to become His Majesty's steward is actually targeting His Majesty and giving him a cold shoulder!

Kill!

The two continued their conversation in this strange manner until, guided by the nodes, they finally arrived at the real obelisk of the dead.

Neatly arranged undead soldiers, along with various large units whose body structures resembled insectoid designs, were guarding the obelisk.

They're neatly arranged, but wouldn't it save even more space if only the heads were left?

Aaron thought to himself that these mechanical gadgets were too demanding in terms of space utilization.

"Don't you think this counts as them setting up a diversion, luring us into an ambush before making their move?"

Aaron was very rational; he didn't mention putting their heads together, but instead seriously considered the situation at hand.

Sicarius shook his head and said:

“These machines, like insects, will not let us get close to such an important building.”

"Don't worry about my safety, continue exploring."

Aaron took a deep breath and nodded.

He took a step and landed on the steps of the obelisk.

From here on, we finally came into contact with the true civilized creations of the Necromancers, rather than human cities.

He paused, trying to sense something from the building materials.

Sicarius asked warily:

"What happened? In some records, the actual objects that enable the exorcism of the dead to function are its building materials rather than its technological form."

"If anything unusual happens, we can retreat and observe."

Aaron frowned and shook his head:

"No, apart from being a little cold, I didn't feel anything special. I was just thinking about whether to break off a piece of the stone brick and take it back to my house to use as a cooling bed board in the summer."

He gave an embarrassed smile and continued walking.

Sicarius was used to these ideas; he could accept almost anything that came out of Aaron's mouth.

It's still in the exploration phase, and we're not yet ready to collect all the spoils, but he carefully removed some architectural remains of the obelisks as samples.

It is not yet possible to confirm any connection between these building materials and Blackstone.

Some imperial scholars have already decided that if papers can be published, research manuscripts on various space necromancy will be flying around.

Ultramarines belong to the more cautious category.

After all, the fall of Blackrock Fortress ultimately led to the creation of a great rift spanning the entire galaxy.

In the hands of the Necromancers of the cosmos, however, the black stone can be used as a technological material to construct anti-subspace structures like the Necromancer's Domain.

Before figuring out how to reverse this relationship, it's best not to listen to the nonsense spouted by those imperial scholars.

The two climbed upwards, the building was simply too tall.

Whether on a road platform or in the gaps between buildings, wherever there are space robots, their heads all look over, but it seems they can only see Sikalius alone.

Sigh, I really want to cut down a few more to use as decorations.

Using only a stone slab as a bed might be a bit of a stretch.

With some small figurines or miniature robots, Angron has no shortage of toys.

“Some remote observation methods are now focusing on this.”

Suddenly reminded by Sicarius, he abandoned his fighting stance, took a few steps forward, and blocked the view from that side.

Their intuition is terrifying.

Aaron was completely unaware that something had been watching him from afar. Was that dangerous?

"I suspect your ability might put any approaching space undead into a state of stagnation, and those undead that notice you will certainly try to deal with you remotely."

Sicarius continued, his hands never stopping as he pulled several larger undead constructs from both sides to serve as shields.

As a machine, it naturally has gaps in its meshing. It doesn't care whether it fits or not; it just needs to be able to fit together with great force.

"Alright, that's much safer now. Stay within the shield's defensive range."

Sicarius said that the human shield he had cobbled together was three Astartes in size.

"Good stuff, it'll be great for sheltering from the wind and rain. You're a genius, Father will definitely love this mechanical combination."

Aaron exclaimed with genuine admiration, "Hasn't my father been complaining about those robot toys lately?"

Given enough open space and enough effort, there's no combination that can't be achieved.

Sicarius. He was even somewhat apprehensive because of Aaron's words; the fact that his father liked him meant—

Your Majesty!

Regardless of what the two were thinking at that moment, the process of climbing the obelisk was still a long way off, after all, it was just too high.

And just as Sicarius had predicted, on the other side of the city, the tomb engineer Ortaus was kicked to the ground by a space necromancer lord.

"These agreements have been a long-standing constraint. Once they are implemented, it's like mortal life being possessed by a demon—how laughable!"

Lord Taramor is returning from the audience section of the meeting.

Now that the Silent King has relinquished the Supreme Control Protocol, the Necromancers of Space have the right to forge their own path.

Instead of having the Three Holy Council convene to discuss any major event, or the Silent King making the decision.

You've given up on this agreement for nothing!

No one cared whether the minor lord Talamor was still in the audience, but as a lord, he did possess the ability to simulate the basic emotions of intelligent beings.

For example, the ambition that Ortaus was wary of.

Perhaps he wasn't a member of his tribe who would be bound by rules when he was alive.

To relieve his frustration, he happened to be reading Ortaus's records and discovered that Protocol 17 had been triggered.

He couldn't be bothered to observe what that thing actually was. If he were to be triggered as well, it would allow the creature to roam freely within the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone.

So, after finding a general direction, he ordered his soldiers to prepare to snipe.

No need to recognize the other party's face or search their data, just eliminate them!

It's right that he feels good about doing these things that violate the agreement.

If one were to willingly submit, how could one compete for the position of hegemon, let alone ascend to the throne of the French Emperor!

"My lord, what command did you just load? Why isn't my database responding at all?"

Ortaus knelt down, completely bewildered.

Taramo chuckled softly:

"From now on, you will call me the Overlord of Tarramo!"

Chapter 335 Killing Aaron is the goal of every enemy of the Empire (3K)

Ortaus witnessed firsthand how his lord, Taramo, displayed the limitations of intelligent life in his pursuit of ambition and further advancement.

A vibrating blade severed Tauramo's head, and then a metallic arm, closer to the silver necromancer, reached into Tauramo's torso.

"In the name of the Three Holy Council, Lord Taramo is sentenced to exile. Your mind will be trapped within your body in a conscious state for three thousand years."

Those were envoys from the Tri-Honored Council, each of whom was no less powerful than an ordinary lord.

They can even challenge the hegemon.

Ortaus bowed respectfully, not daring to look directly at them, lest he see their full faces.

"Welcome, envoy. As far as I know, the Three Holy Council and His Majesty the Silent King—"

The messenger threw the blade in front of Ortaus, where it plunged into the ground.

"No need for words, just carry out your task. Hand over the human data that can resist the exorcism of the dead zone to me."

"Taramo dared to skip the meeting and openly spread statements that violated the agreement."

The messenger was explaining the origin of the crime, though this was being openly spread, and only one of his own kind, Ortaus, was listening.

Parliament wouldn't have been so petty before. Many lords, overlords, and even the French emperor have expressed their ambitions, but Parliament never made such a big fuss.

Could it be that the Triune Council has regained some means to restrain the French Emperor?

Ortaus couldn't help but think more deeply. Although he had no ambition, his mindset dictated that he should seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and he still had the instinct to take sides in advance.