Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It is said that the great sages have backups, which they call backups, not clones.

With his mind wandering, Fabri began searching through the first warehouse.

The moment he entered this terrifying hell of knowledge, he raised his arm, and a hot-melt gun barrel sprang from his forearm bone, aiming at the filth in front of him.

"Wait! By the God-Emperor! Oh, I misspoke, cough cough, praise to Omnisaya!"

“I am Memos, a scribe of the Court of Judgment, here on the orders of Lord Steele to review the documents.”

Ahead of the gun barrel, a short, hunched middle-aged man, also without a hood, wearing only a simple purple robe and carrying a large book, stood with a fawning smile on his face, too afraid to move.

This action made Fabri lower his guard, and just as he was about to put away his weapon, he heard a questioning voice coming from the book:

"Click! It's a gun! Can we borrow it from him and then shout that line, 'You will die by my gun,' at the demons captured by the Demon Court."

"We are the Tribunal, we can act first and report later, with the Emperor's special permission! No, wait a minute! According to our research, the earliest we can trace back to is the Seal Bearer, Makado!"

As these abrupt sounds echoed among the decaying bookshelves, Fabri had already fired his gun without hesitation.

A demon! This is a demon!

Someone has brought a demon into the Imperial Archives!

But the thermal rays were not emitted; when he entered the archives, the external power source had been removed.

The light and heat that can be emitted solely through natural bioelectricity is roughly equivalent to the Purple Mood of Ancient Terra.

Memos, being a clever man, immediately knelt down, took out the documents issued by the court from his robes, and shouted an explanation:

“Your Honor, I am indeed a scribe of the Inquisition, and the High Lords have personally stamped my credentials!”

"On my back, on my back, is the spirit of the book! It is the same as the spirit of the machine revealed by the Mechanical Order. It is something that we scholars discovered in our exploration of knowledge, inspired by the God-Emperor and the God of Myriad Machines!"

Fabrice remained silent, simply holstering his gun, charging forward, and tearing the talking book from his hand.

"The High Lords even wanted us to develop an automatic stamping machine; they don't even look at the contents of the documents. As for this thing, how dare it compare to the Great Machine Soul? Humph, a blasphemous jig!"

Fabrice strained with all his might, about to tear it apart with his bare hands, when he heard a broadcast and several red dots were already aimed at his head:

"Tearing up imperial books and records is strictly prohibited in the archives."

Items brought in from outside also count.

Fabri dared not gamble on whether these defense systems were still operational or possessed the ability to destroy him.

After all, they are too ancient.

He let go and threw the book on the ground.

"I'll spare your lives this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Memos hurriedly carried Kaka back, nodding vigorously, and made way for Father Fabrice to examine the document first.

He thought to himself that he couldn't let his own actions cause the Inquisition and the Cult of Machines to go to war.

After all, they still have quite a few orders on Mars; they've already paid for them, but haven't received the goods yet.

If these orders fall through because of me and I don't get a refund, Judge Steele will skin me alive and make me into a book like Kaka's.

Wait a minute, could Kaka be the previous scribe of the Chaos Court who was turned into a book by some twist of fate?

Memston felt a deep sadness, suddenly lost all hope, and had lost all ambition.

"Memos, stand up! Don't embarrass yourself!"

“We’re from the Inquisition, people kneel before us when we’re out in the world. So what if it’s the Mechanicus? Does it even know about Heaven? Will it go to Heaven when it dies?”

"Let me tell you, I have a very powerful background! There are so many people above you, but above me there's only one person: Messiah!"

Now that Kaka is out of danger, he starts spouting nonsense again.

Even in front of Judge Steel, Kaka dared to speak recklessly, let alone a mere technical priest.

Fabri found it noisy and warned:

"Tearing books is forbidden here, but I should have no problem killing people."

"And what you call the Messiah—"

Fabrice didn't think he had gotten it without effort; he didn't feel lucky that the Messiah mentioned in the book was the one he was looking for.

But it's worth exploring, to find out what's going on, that they dare to share a prefix with Wanjishen.

Seeing Fabri hesitate, Kaka became arrogant:

"Hehe, the Messiah is the savior! You know that! I am but a fragment of a book personally compiled by Him, which once recorded the past and the future and is all-knowing!"

Fabri scoffed:

"What savior? If such a god existed, you wouldn't have become a fragment."

"I thought it was something amazing, but it's boring. Get lost and don't bother me while I'm working."

Kaka wanted to argue, but Memos quickly calmed him down and carried him to the other side.

This place is huge; if it weren't for luck, they might have stayed inside for hundreds of years without ever seeing each other again.

When Memos ran to a secluded spot and looked back, the frightening cyborg priest had not followed him.

However, he knew that once he went outside, this man would kill his entire family.

Damn it, both the Mechanicus and the state religion are religious institutions, so why can't everyone just listen to God's words and be a good person?

They're quick to kill entire families. However, the Cult of the Machines usually digs up your house first, while the Inquisition simply kills you outright.

Sigh, what kind of monks are you? I almost forgot, Astartes was a monk too.

I understand. All the religious beliefs in the empire ultimately lead to the Lord of the Skull.

Anyway, he just sits there without moving, watching people below him behead and present their heads to him every day.

Once they reached a safe place, Memos unfastened the straps, laid Kaka flat, and looked serious.

"Kaka, listen up! If you open your mouth again without my permission, I'll throw you back here and make sure you never leave the Chaos Court's bookshelves again, where you'll rot and mold!"

Kaka struggled to open the book cover, revealing a face with a disdainful expression:

"Haha, I have been chosen by the Messiah and awakened in this era. How can you, a mere mortal, decide this?"

"However, I also understand that loose lips sink ships, so I'll be more careful. You hurry up and find the information, then take me to your palace to meet that God Emperor, Kaka."

“I want to ask Him if He knows where the Messiah is. We made a promise to save the galaxy.”

Memos frantically closed the book before Kaka could utter even more outrageous words, and even took the bag off his clothes and wrapped the whole book together.

Kaka only had time to struggle and say:

"What are you doing, haha! You're a person, I'm a book, we can't be together! Don't take off your clothes!"

With Kaka tied up, everything finally calmed down, and Memos was able to focus on his work.

Taking Kaka away from the Chaos Court is already a capital offense. If they were to encounter a patrol of the Imperial Guard, they would be reduced to ashes within 10 milliseconds.

Kaka, bound and helpless, thought to himself, "These mortals! The path to their rescue lies right in my own mouth."

Alas, to shepherd the flock for the Lord, one must endure their foolishness.

Unfortunately, I am not the complete "Book of the Messiah" now, but only a fragment of it residing in this book.

There seems to be some record of something like "produced by Perturabo". It was because of this sentence that I was included in the Chaos Court, which thought it was a clue to deal with the Primarch.

Never mind, time is too chaotic. All Kaka can be sure of is that there might only be this one page in this world.

We need to find the human emperor and ask him where the Messiah has gone.

The Emperor should know that, in Kaka's few memories, it was that golden figure standing beside the cross, surrounded by burning buildings.

It's just unclear whether the emperor started the fire or was protecting the sacred site.

So, if I were to meet a human emperor, there's a 50% chance I'd be torn apart.

Kaka couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. Sigh, saving humanity is just too difficult.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Ares listened attentively as Aaron recounted the events of the past few months, including the sending of Poseidon and Helios to the future.

He sighed, "Phew—so many twists and turns have passed. It's alright. Even if the war god of the alien race were to come in person, he would still have to get past me."

Aaron thought to himself, "Listen to this, how responsible this uncle is."

This made Anda very dissatisfied. In the future, he would be the only one doing the actual work. You only hear them saying nice things, but you don't see anyone coming out to help at that time!

Chapter 353 Assassination of the King and Emperor, but Assassination of a Human Emperor (610 words per day)

"You're having leftovers again tonight!"

Anda issued the highest order, his eyes blazing with anger.

Ares didn't seem to mind and said calmly:

"We don't even always have a meal to eat; we're lucky if we have anything to eat at all."

Aaron sensed something was amiss. Was Uncle Ares about to reveal his abnormal side?

Many immortals' abnormalities begin with their unhealthy lifestyle habits.

For example, Uncle Helios was unaware that he did not eat cooked food, and judging by his appearance alone, he thought he was a handsome man.

So, what bad habit did Uncle Ares develop because he was too lazy to eat?

Ares then said solemnly:

“I earned money for food by hunting, racing, and fighting for others, but too many people starved to death along the way, and I gave a lot to them. I can be resurrected after starving to death, but those mortals who starve to death can never be saved.”

When he said these words, he even had a kind of compassionate and transcendent quality.

Aaron found it very helpful and learned these qualities.

This angered Anda, who started jumping up and down and venting his frustration, slapping his large hands on the table.

"Bring Angron to me! We'll devour Ares alive today!"

"Let Marum hold down his feet, I'll hold down his hands, and Angron will hold up the saw!"

"We sing and dance, watching blood flow, flesh being torn apart, and feasting together!"