Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Otherwise, they would become like those low-level undead, puppets controlled by higher-level protocols.

Alas, upon closer reflection, these poor fellow humans are almost identical to those suffering from amnesia.

"Are you wavering, technician?"

The messenger possessed high authority and was able to detect Ortaus's unusual behavior, thus decisively intervening:

"Protocol 17 has been triggered. Further investigation is needed."

"Taramo's idea works."

"Prepare for beyond-visual-range sniping, eliminate Sicarius and trigger protocol individual."

Ortaus suddenly looked up:

"Individual? What individual, what agreement?"

The messenger laughed loudly: "This is not something a lowly technician like you could understand."

Apart from the highest control protocol, many other protocols that ensure the smooth continuation of the undead and await the regeneration of flesh and blood are functioning perfectly, which is good.

Protocol 17 avoids cognitive errors and logic, while the Eternal Rest Protocol ensures that when encountering a rising civilization, its sharp edge can be avoided.

They used this agreement to avoid the Eldar Empire's period of prosperity.

The envoy came here only to gradually establish the Triune Council's deterrent power by punishing a lord.

That should have been a deterrent to all lords and overlords.

It's one thing for some papal emperors to disrespect the Triune Council, but how dare you trash like you?

It is said that you should consider the owner before beating a dog, but now, the Triune Council hopes to see those emperors forced to swallow their anger.

For the great King of Silence has returned!

And with cold arrogance, he withdrew the fleet led by what the so-called Primarch.

The time has come to restore the glory of the undead!

The dominant civilization in the galaxy in this era is still weak. These trash have been around for so many years and still can't get rid of the threat from the warp. They're a bunch of useless idiots.

So now is the time for the great Necromancers of the cosmos to regain control of the galaxy. They are even merciful enough to make humanity their slaves and spare the lives of ants.

Such wonderful conditions! Oh, the great Silent King and the mercy of the Three Holy Councils!

That despicable Robert Guilliman, instead of bowing down in reverence, used a trick to find out the location of the Triune Council before leaving.

Hmph, humans, our patience is limited. Your crumbling empire is destined for destruction!

Between the gluttonous insects outside the river and the chaotic pollution crisis inside, which one can you solve?

The messenger couldn't help but immerse himself in the grand narrative of the space undead race.

Now that it has been determined that the undead will return to the galaxy, the internal order needs to be re-established.

This is exactly what happened with the punishment of Talamo.

To quell external threats, one must first secure internal stability; this applies to everyone.

As for Agreement 17, the envoy fully agrees with Taramo's approach. If something is incomprehensible, can't it be completely annihilated?

The messenger's logic was simple.

If the opponent is physically dangerous, no problem, the necromancer's weapon can break you down into the smallest unit of microscopic particles.

If you are dangerous in terms of psychic powers, even if you are involved in the belief in so-called demons and false emperors—

Then there's nothing to worry about. The undead have no souls, so what can they corrupt?

Are we supposed to persuade our tribesmen, who are controlled by the agreement, to shout about blood sacrifice to the blood god and offering their skulls to the golden throne?

The messenger re-examined his thinking. He knew little about evil gods and false emperors, and many of the so-called proverbs were not recorded and were simply put together out of thin air.

After announcing the order, the messenger, to demonstrate his absolute obedience to the will of the Tristan Council, returned the authority to command the attack to Ortaus, connecting him with the lower-ranking soldiers.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you've already triggered the protocol and can't see that guy anymore."

"Just tell me the coordinates. I don't need to observe the other person's face, look up their name, or know anything about their background."

"Third District Obelisk, landing staircase 13760-14000 covered, firing."

The precise coordinates were transmitted into Ortau's body, who asked in confusion:

“Our people are stationed here, and launching an attack could result in friendly fire.”

The messenger paid no heed, kicked over Talamo's torso, and sat down in the lord's seat:

"That was a necessary sacrifice; it was unavoidable in order to achieve the goals of the agreement."

necessary?

He could easily order the stationed personnel to leave first.

The enemy's objective is clearly to explore the obelisk, and they will not withdraw from the attack range.

Alas, will these tomb engineers also be considered "necessary" to be discarded in the future?

Ironically, Altaus even thought that tomb engineers were allowed to possess basic intelligence and thought processes because their technological research required it.

Meanwhile, the higher-ranking lords and overlords, who were more like living beings, displayed their ignorance and baseness without reservation, while also proudly placing themselves above their own kind.

Strangely, even as a tomb engineer, I can instinctively resist the temptation to imitate human ambitions.

Why would someone think this way, and even start comparing and classifying the differences between high-level undead and these undead?

Are they really compatriots, no, are they really the same kind of people?

For the first time, Altaus felt that his thoughts had exceeded the scope of consideration originally planned in the agreement.

He was indeed promoted, broke through the limitations, and had the opportunity to compete for the position of lord because of the triggering of Protocol Seventeen and the influence of that special target individual.

Wait a minute, if the goal of this agreement is to get them promoted, then is their current attack just a futile attempt to stop a chariot?

Is it really possible for them to kill a being that can be perceived and thus ascend to the level of a space undead?

However, at this point, Ortaus was not yet able to match his ascended consciousness with his body, unlike the lord.

His body naturally carried out the messenger's orders, transmitting the instructions to the troops under his command.

The low-energy sniper weapons that Talamo had prepared were replaced with long-range macro cannons.

The messenger was even more conservative than Taramor, starting from the worst possible scenario.

Seeing the cannon protrude, the envoy nodded in satisfaction and rose to leave.

"The meeting is not over yet, and we still have our duty to protect. Ortaus, I have high hopes for you. Perhaps you can replace Talamor as lord in the future."

After the envoy departed and boarded the aircraft, he even felt the vibrations from the cannon fire on the ground.

"Now everything is alright. Hopefully, the Silent King can reach a reconciliation with the Council as soon as possible. The Council needs protection; that despicable Robert Guilliman already knows our location."

"Decapitation strikes have always been a common tactic used by intelligent life forms, and we cannot let our guard down."

The messenger, who was thinking about these things, did not realize that the order he gave to fire was essentially a decapitation tactic.

But is it limited to all of humanity, or the entire galaxy, or even the infinite universe?

No one knows.

The energy trail from the macro cannon dissipated, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake, even creating a vacuum environment inside the planet's atmosphere, where no microscopic particles existed.

Even the undead's own obelisk structures, their corresponding levels, and the soldiers stationed there also perished.

True material erasure.

Altaus then arrived in his flying vehicle and watched as countless beetles began to decompose the minerals and rebuild the obelisk.

I have not found any signal sources from carbon-based organisms.

The target has been erased?

Unfortunately, due to the previously effective agreement, I still cannot reproduce the data or understand what the target individual that triggered the agreement actually is.

Ortaus could only hope that the creature wasn't as powerful as he had initially feared.

In a certain star system, the human empire's fleet.

Guilliman reached out and caught Aaron as he fell from the sky.

Since being possessed by Perturabo last time, the earliest psionic reactions, guided by Loka, have allowed him to sense the moment before his brother's arrival.

Having caught his brother with both hands, Sicarius, who was falling next, naturally escaped unscathed.

Bang!

The guard, Folber, skillfully tapped the handle of his halberd against Sicarius's fallen waist, helping him regain his standing position.

So as not to lose face in front of the other fighting brothers around him.

"Brother, I suspect you've run into trouble. We've detected a macro-cannon reaction. What have you been doing?"

Guilliman slowly let go so that Aaron could jump down on his own.

After landing, the latter did not care whether he was injured or not, but looked at Sicarius immediately.

After observing that Sicarius was also unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and skillfully climbed onto the data table in front of Guilliman.

The projected data is automatically moved aside to make room and avoid obstruction.

When did they become so intelligent?

Sicarius thought to himself, and also noticed the earliest way his father addressed Aaron—brother.

He was indeed the emperor's first son.

Aaron settled into his seat before speaking:

"I don't know. There weren't any enemies attacking us at first, and we thought we could climb to the top of the obelisk. Alas, perhaps a new force has intervened."

Chapter 336 Guilliman, I'm here to help you! (3K)

"Alright, let's not talk about your stuff for now. Our exploration didn't reach the center of the Exorcism Dead Zone; we only brought back some small building materials. I was originally planning to get a whole stone slab to use as a bed board for my father. He can't sleep very well, so a hard bed board would be enough for him."

As Aaron spoke, he noticed that his body movements were actually affecting the visual projections around him.

Curious, I reached out and watched as I pushed the screens around in my hands.