Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Hey, this thing is interesting. Can anyone use it?"

Guilliman gave a wry smile. On the very edge of the screen, it was shown that Aaron had casually unlocked the vehicle in the Norbert world.

Although it was opened with a key, the biometric authentication was still successful.

"Fortunately, the Cult of Mechanics is praying right now, otherwise they would definitely take you back to study and confirm your impact on the machines of this era."

Aaron: "Hmm? The Cult of the Machine God? The Empire has other gods? That's great, that old man at home is obviously unreliable."

Guilliman's lips couldn't help but curl up, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did. Fortunately, he had his back turned, so the Imperial Guards didn't see him.

Even if they saw it, it wouldn't matter. Two emperors' sons were studying their father, and they weren't allowed to say anything about family matters.

Faubel was used to this; he had enjoyed many honors because of Aaron.

If this lost eldest son brings back anything, he must personally deliver it, so that he can touch the God Emperor's body.

That's an unparalleled honor!

Guilliman's opening:

"You rest for a while. I have some food from my hometown here. Pick some to take back with you."

"Marum should like Macurag's taste."

(The surrounding Ultra Warriors clench their fists.)

"It's not that I need to rest. Tell me what trouble you've run into, maybe I can help."

"For example, your soldiers can shout my name when they are fighting. You don't say it's a name, you just say it's a slogan."

"Oh dear, religious fastidiousness is terrifying."

Aaron simply moved to a slightly more distant spot and pushed all the screens back in front of Guilliman so as not to disturb his good brother's work.

"Calling your name during the battle?"

Guilliman recalled that in the postwar records of the fight against Evil Steel, some inquisitors wrote that they received ammunition replenishment by calling out the name of Messiah.

They even started mocking the Cult of Machines for removing the immense resistance inside Omnisaiah, saying that blessings would suddenly appear.

Some members of the Mechanicus began to introspect, wondering if they needed to go back and check whether the stagnation of those key research projects was due to abnormal configuration of the resistive components.

If all else fails, we must return to Holy Terra and search for Ohm's body.

They dug it out and embedded it into the emperor's remains, presumably to create a conceptual Omnissiah.

The two factions are evenly matched, and they won't stop arguing about whether "ohm" represents resistance or OMN until they knock the other side's brain out.

"What if we encounter trouble?"

Guilliman thought, "There are so many, each one of them could kick the empire off the cliff."

Aaron guided them, "Weren't you fighting bugs before? Now you're fighting robots. Sigh, I guess besides Chaos, there are other enemies that are just as powerful as them."

(Green-skinned: Hmm? Someone's thinking of me?)

Guilliman leaned back, his massive body creaking as he was encased in power armor.

Sicarius was horrified.

Given the Primarch's control over his body, he wouldn't have made these noises at all, meaning their father had now given up on his taut nerves.

It's hard to say whether this is good or bad; the Empire needs Guilliman to run at full speed, without stopping for even a moment.

As extreme warriors, they also hoped that their fathers could relax for even a moment.

“Let’s get to the problem at hand. Those creatures were once flesh and blood beings, but for some reason, they were transformed into mechanical beings. You asked Sicarius about whether they have souls.”

Guilliman slowly began to speak:

"But judging from the subspace reaction and the undead's behavior of building exorcising dead zones, it should be that there is no soul."

Aaron, curious, commented:

"Doesn't that mean this race's evolutionary path is correct? They are incredibly powerful, able to retain consciousness, and can also isolate themselves from the influence of warp chaos."

Guilliman nodded:

"We have to admit that."

Faubel couldn't help but interject:

"Can those things really be considered living beings? In my opinion, the undead are all flaws. Their lower levels are as still as death, while their upper levels are just as cunning and scheming as intelligent life."

Aaron was delighted by Forbel's remarks:

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say. The higher the level of the undead, the more complete their consciousness, but such complete consciousness rules over countless soldiers whose thinking is abnormal."

"This is absolutely not normal."

Aaron jumped down from the platform and said with great interest:

"If the Exorcism Zone isolates the soul from the body, causing intelligent life to fall into an unbalanced state, then if we can find a way to sever the connection between the higher levels of the undead and the lower levels of the undead, wouldn't that achieve the same effect?"

Guilliman shook his head:

"This tactic works for the bugs; there is indeed a real connection between the bugs' command nodes and frontline combat units."

"But it's not very effective against the undead. The disconnect between high-level command and the front lines doesn't eliminate the combat intelligence of lower-level combat units."

"The fact that low-level undead combat units lack intelligence does not mean that they lack combat capabilities."

Aaron nodded, and added:

"I understand, but what if the order to the lower-level units is not to launch an attack before this step is completed?"

Upon hearing this, Guilliman sat up, and the Primarch's brain began to rapidly consider the feasibility of the plan.

In his calculations, if successful, the imperial army could break through the enemy lines unscathed.

The only problem is who will issue the order to stop the attack from the higher command nodes to the lower combat units?

Does the Empire have the technology to do this?

Guilliman did not deny the superiority of the plan, but he also doubted its feasibility:

“Aaron, unfortunately, it seems we don’t have a way to hack into the necromancy command protocol. We don’t even have a way to capture a command node.”

Sicarius recalled their experience in the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone, looked at Aaron, and whispered:

“Father, perhaps your brother can do it. We encountered such a situation in the Dead Zone of Spirit Exorcism. After one attack, all the undead units stopped attacking.”

"It could even be argued that the enemy launched their final long-range attack precisely to avoid entering Aaron's sphere of influence."

Guilliman pondered, restructured the plan, and inquired:

"Brother, did you feel anything at that time?"

His tone was tinged with barely suppressed excitement. If they could find a way to defeat the undead, they could turn the tide of their previous negotiations.

Aaron picked up the beetle again:

"When they were brought to this shutdown state, I thought I heard some protocol being activated, number 17, but I don't know the specifics."

Guilliman nodded, making sure he remembered it.

Aaron volunteered:

"Anyway, I won't die at this time. Why don't I go down again? This time, you guys can bring a camera or something and watch the whole thing."

West Cariuston sensed something was wrong. Did he think that in his father's and brother's eyes, he was not even as good as a camera?

Guilliman shook his head: "No need, these tablets are enough for us to exploit the information gap."

“You’re here to entertain Aaron Will, I need to contact Caul now.”

“Fobel, if there is anything that needs to be taken to Holy Terra, you may make a request.”

He greeted his brother, then turned and left without looking back.

He vaguely felt that his elder brother had not come to his side immediately, but had instead gone into the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone before coming out and bringing out this information.

It's the same as before, used to solve my immediate problem.

On the field, Fauber could no longer contain his excitement. He clenched his fists and walked tremblingly to Aaron's side.

Sicarius watched all this unfold. Oh no, the Primarch and the Custodians would lose their most basic control over their bodies in front of Aaron.

For soldiers, if they cannot control their trembling, they are very likely to encounter danger in battle!

Your Majesty, it seems your genetic design is not perfect—wait, why am I making fun of Your Majesty again!

As Faubel approached Aaron, he became increasingly incoherent, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

Aaron guessed what the other person meant and smiled:

"Never mind, I'll ask and you answer."

"Does that old man still fish?"

Faubel tried to calm his tone and said:

"His Majesty sunbathes for three hours every day, is pushed in a wheelchair around the throne area, and then fishes for an hour."

Aaron said disdainfully:

"Indeed, laziness is more important than fishing. If we can communicate with him, we can get him to help Guilliman with some things."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ultra Warriors couldn't help but cheer!

They've disliked Fauber for a long time.

At the same time, he also felt pity for his father. If His Majesty could step in again and issue a decree, it would slightly lighten the burden on his father's shoulders!

Faubel nodded in agreement.

Aaron then asked:

"That old man isn't very hygienic either. He just does whatever he wants because he doesn't get sick. Remember to give him a bath. Just pour a basin of water on him."

"Also, if he still can't catch any fish, go to Peturabo's room in the underground palace. There should be some strange tools there."

Faubel nodded repeatedly, but a horrifying image formed in his mind: if he were to pour this bucket of water, could it be expressed as:

Did I get His Majesty's body wet?

The guard couldn't help but shudder, beginning to associate this behavior with normal ancient Terran customs, such as the Ice Bucket Challenge.