Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's all in the past now, so there's no need to worry about a rift between herself and her adoptive father's family.

“Guilliman is indeed ambitious. His integration with the mortal world is so harmonious. No wonder Father chose him as his successor in the future. But now it’s different. Father has a better choice.”

Peturabo stood alone atop the building of Sleon's new factory, watching the Iron Heart logo being transported to the top for installation.

A sycophantic suggestion once came from the mortal department: should a statue or portrait of Peturabo be carved and hung?

Xiao Pei rejected him.

This is indeed a good method, but for now, we should keep a low profile and make a fortune first, and spread out the entire profit chain.

It's not too late to offer your head when he's able to leverage the interests of the entire galaxy to force the emperor to resign.

To show their respect, they will most likely also put the father's head and the heads of his brothers on the table.

(Khorne: Is it authentic? How is it displayed?)

However, he didn't have the same intuition that Guilliman learned from Loka. He didn't even realize that his beloved brother had fallen from the sky and was lying on the ground until he was completely lost.

"Aaron, if I stand any further forward, will you fall straight down to the ground from the sky? This is 700 meters high."

Peturab hosted his brother.

The Iron Warriors had already heard of the legendary Imperial high-ranking agent, Aaron Will, whose uncanny stealth abilities allowed him to bypass all their defenses and remain undetected even by the Legion's intelligence pool.

If it were any other dangerous target, and they were so close to the Primarch under their protection, they would truly have failed in their duty.

"Your factory has expanded quite a bit, then I've come at the perfect time. I'm thinking of making an automatic fishing machine. It doesn't need much technology, just no electricity, maybe a clockwork mechanism."

"I can't scare people from my generation."

Aaron got straight to the point as soon as they met.

Peturabo couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he spoke with a smug grin:

You see, whenever my brother has a problem that needs solving, the first person he thinks of is himself.

He said proudly, "There is no machine in this world that I cannot design. Even if it is limited by your era, I can still make it."

Chapter 339 Peturabo: Anda and the Emperor are not the same person? Does what you said last time still count? (3K)

"Come visit our factory together. I was a little reserved last time because of the war."

"This production line, which is entirely built on the logistics world, is the complete form of the Iron Heart."

Xiao Pei took the initiative to invite him, snapped his fingers, and a floating platform flew over. He stepped onto it first, and the Primarch's weight in his power armor did not shake him in the slightest.

Aaron didn't need to climb or jump up; the platform was specially designed with stairs that even people of average height could use.

Xiao Pei, with her hands behind her back and a sinister grin on her face, looked like the greatest villain in a fairy tale.

"The Ultramarines only care about so-called institutional equality, dividing power among ordinary people. But I consider every aspect of life! Whether in my legion or in my factory, everyone is equal!"

“I was even commended for canceling the Astartes’ daily rituals and forbidding mortals from praying to their father.”

The floating platform automatically deployed its surroundings, shielding it from the cold winds at high altitudes, and headed towards the workshop where Aaron could build an automatic fishing machine.

Xiao Pei recounted his heroic deeds, and indeed, there were very few imperial symbols to be seen in this factory.

Instead, the symbols of the Iron Heart and the Iron Warrior were adopted.

Fortunately, no one's face was on it.

As the suspended platform descended, Aaron could see the workers coming and going on each floor of the main building.

The security personnel stationed on each floor were not Astartes or Imperial soldiers, but were recruited from civilians, and their work was no different from that of ordinary people.

"We have entered an industrial area. Please read the security regulations and safe operating procedures carefully."

The suspended platform stopped at a certain level, and the broadcast system broadcast information in a timely manner.

Xiao Pei walked ahead with his hands behind his back, introducing his design. He held his head high, not letting his brother see his face.

He felt an urge to be praised, but he couldn't act like a child, so he could only suppress it.

This feels pretty good.

The connecting platform ahead opens up, revealing a huge central corridor divided into a mechanical transport area and a walking area.

Its width is enough to encompass ten of Athens' largest streets, but the area signs hanging above indicate that it is still just a road, not a grand square.

Besides the staff, the transport robots traveling on the tracks in the mechanical transport area are the most eye-catching.

They transport raw materials and finished products to and from warehouses efficiently and simply.

Each one has no additional cable connections and should have built-in energy storage and basic intelligent task processing.

“These are ravens, warehouse transport robots. I received some small privileges in terms of intelligence as a reward from my father.”

Xiao Pei's smugness was barely concealed; he had figured out the behavioral patterns of interacting with his elderly father.

Although I'm bound to say the wrong thing and get beaten up when we meet.

But he had already tested the old man's bottom line, transforming himself into a political figure vying for the throne, rather than simply a son.

They continuously receive privileges.

As long as one has enough privileges in various aspects, when they are combined, they become a series of steps leading to the throne!

He should have done that long ago, taking the initiative to claim credit and seek reward.

The old man would do anything to ensure the Great Expedition proceeded smoothly.

Aaron followed behind Xiao Pei with curiosity, only glancing at the robots a few times, feeling that they were different from the style of the space necromancers.

There was a feeling that some tormented soul was hidden within the machinery of the Necromancer, but Guilliman and his father both felt that the Necromancer had no soul.

These raven robots are what give them a real sense of "mechanical" existence.

This is the true mechanical logic.

Undead, what secrets are hidden behind your race?

Aaron snapped out of his reverie. There was no need to think so much today; he should focus on getting the automatic fishing machine working first.

He shifted his gaze, looking at the people coming and going, all of whom had serious expressions.

Just now, when we were on the suspended platform, I could see through the glass that he still had a smile on his face.

Why did they all have such stern faces as soon as they arrived, as if they had seen a plague god?

"Xiao Pei, did you scare them?"

Aaron asked in a low voice, "Or is the work system or intensity design unreasonable? Why are you all so serious?"

Xiao Pei, dissatisfied, stopped and clapped her hands loudly, signaling everyone to look at her. This steel behemoth in the eyes of humans calmly spoke:

"Smile! I'm entertaining important guests today. Anyone who can't smile without a valid reason will be transferred to the biology department!"

In an instant, all the workers who had been stern-faced became beaming with joy, cheering enthusiastically, and even had the urge to jump up, clap, and shed tears.

How strange, whose behavioral pattern is etched into their genes?

Xiao Pei then burst into laughter:

“Aaron, look how happy they are. I still don’t quite understand. I gave them jobs and a stable life. The vacation system was even copied exactly from Altrama, and no one could find fault with me.”

His tone suddenly turned sinister and cold:

"But every time I'm around, they look like they've seen a ghost and refuse to smile at me, not even once!"

Aaron carefully considered the situation and confirmed that Xiao Pei was only concerned about this matter, rather than having implemented any terrible management system for mortals.

At least from the complexions of the people around them, it was clear that they had eaten and drunk their fill, and there was no sign of mental torment or distress.

Most likely, it's because Peturabo, as the Primarch, is too frightening. This younger brother is kind-hearted, but with his shaved head and scalp covered in cables, he doesn't look like a normal person at all.

Rather, it seems that his brothers all like to make some strange designs in their appearance.

In the end, only the most ordinary yet most confident Guilliman won.

Sure enough, the father ultimately chose Guilliman from among his brothers, who had unusual hairstyles, tattoos, and possibly other unidentified accessories.

Little Pei led Aaron forward to the trial production area.

There are plenty of portable materials and tools here; even if you put a human toddler in, he might just come up with something amazing.

Peturabo flexed his wrists and shouted:

"Come on, Aaron, how big is the fish you want to catch?"

"Whether it's a bite force of tens of tons, or a muscle exertion strong enough to tear apart a steel bridge—"

"I have the ability to design corresponding automatic fishing machines without being limited by the era of steam and electric power."

Little Pei clearly misunderstood something; the fish Aaron and the old man wanted to catch were just ordinary Terra species.

Those things that sound like monsters are still a bit ahead of their time.

Aaron quickly corrected him, gesturing with his own hands:

“It’s just an ordinary grass carp that’s at most an arm’s length long, Xiao Pei. You need to look at our father from a human perspective.”

Peturabo frowned and pondered:

"From a human perspective? Please, that old man's arm muscles could strangle my neck and make me flip over and fall to the ground."

“He’s bigger than all of us brothers, and you’re telling me this is the one he was trying to catch—”

Xiao Pei bent down and used her fingers to roughly draw a tiny gap:

"This is too small. Could that old thing have been weak and paralyzed tens of thousands of years ago?"

Aaron had to admit that Little Pei was right; his father was in this state most of the time, without fail.

He could only emphasize:

“Little Pei, you need to understand that the Human Emperor and my father from that era are two different people. They may merge into one at some point in the future. But obviously, Anda Will is not the Human Emperor; he struggles to even manage his own family.”

Little Pei was stunned. No, no, if Anda Will and the Human Emperor cannot be equated.

Then, wouldn't Anda's self-proclaimed imperial throne be utterly illegitimate?

Little Pei became nervous. The reason he had been making such a big fuss and pushing forward his plan was because of the last time he met his father in Guilliman's mind.

Even the kindest father in ancient times wouldn't beat you for no reason, and would leisurely explain things to you.