Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The Imperial Guards were almost about to chop Aaron to pieces when Aaron himself reacted and shouted in the name of the Emperor to stop them, thus preventing his elder brother from dying in front of them.

Fortunately, the Imperial Guards, knowing the results of Caul's strange ritual, were forced to acknowledge the existence of the Emperor's firstborn son.

This conclusion was reached after a group of Imperial Guards touched and even smelled him while he was only wearing a fur skirt.

Guilliman covered his hair, looking worried: "Brother, so how do we solve this problem now? I have to tell you, ten thousand years ago, Loka chose the side of the devil. He betrayed Father."

Aaron muttered to himself:

“At least this Loga hasn’t yet, and we just witnessed Eribas being killed, and I also stopped those messy demonic forces from corrupting him. Guilliman, don’t fire yet. It’s not easy to see both of your brothers at the same time. Maybe we can help Loga avoid the problems of the past.”

"Father always says you'll get into trouble in the future, but I still have no idea what you've done!"

He noticed that Guilliman's hand was always on a certain button, a move he made the moment Loka was discovered.

Guilliman was prepared to fire from the beginning, but he didn't press the button because of himself.

That doesn't mean that Guilliman would have killed Lorca if it weren't for him!

My little brothers, what kind of trouble have you gotten into in the future? I don't know if I'll have enough to clean up your messes!

Chapter 45 The eldest brother is like a father; children must be taught.

In front of the screen, Luo Jia raised his hand, tentatively looking through the projections with a curious expression.

Only then did he glance at Aaron's brother behind him, a man with a worried expression and almost as tall as himself, and said:

“Robert Guilliman? My brother said we are brothers.”

"I can understand your vigilance for now. Judging from the situation of my future offspring, they have lost their faith."

"I'm afraid I'm the same."

Luo Jia noticed that after he said those words, Guilliman's face showed a hint of wavering, even regret.

“I can’t hold on much longer; this is my brother’s power,” he said, raising the arm of his fading psionic clone. “Guilliman, whatever you do in the future, I forgive you, just as Father apologized to me—”

Bang! One of the guards behind Guilliman crushed the chair in front of him:

"Filthy, blasphemous! How could Your Majesty—"

Aaron jumped off Guilliman's chair and rushed to the Imperial Guard, shouting:

"Shut up! This is a family matter between us! That old man didn't say anything, why are you all jumping up and down!"

Luo Jia was amused by his brother's behavior and chuckled softly:

"Therefore, I also implore you, my brother Guilliman, please trust our elder brother. At least he is more reliable than our father, and he loves us more than our father."

Guilliman's hand remained firmly on the button; he remained silent, simply watching as Loka's psionic clone gradually dissipated.

Once he had completely lost the Primarch's reaction, Guilliman collapsed into his chair like a hamster released from a spinning wheel.

He was exhausted, but his first words were still about fulfilling his duty:

"This signal record is classified as top secret. Any query will be directed to the secret level of the clone original."

He wanted to close his eyes, but he kept checking the data of the detected Logar's psionic energy. There was no trace of corruption; it was completely pure.

This damn duty.

Why must he suppress his inner emotions and coldly execute every rational command?

The central control panel gradually rose, and Guilliman's personal guards, accompanied by a member of the Imperial Guard, personally carried out the sealing of the signal source.

Another guard, Folber, who had just been stopped by Aaron, was prying the chair back into place with his bare hands.

He said in a deep voice:

“Your Highness, that was too risky. If this is a trick by the Chaos Gods, preparing to launch an attack as soon as the fleet leaves the warp, then we will suffer heavy losses.”

“We should fire directly. If it has the effect of the ritual that His Highness believes in, then there will be no harm in it.”

This was the first time Aaron had ever seen such enormous rooms constructed entirely of metal. Unfortunately, his youthful curiosity couldn't be fully satisfied, as he had to quickly focus on retaliating.

"How can you talk like that? Are you all so obsessed? You start fighting the moment you see each other, even if it's your own people and nothing happens. You're just gambling on the possibility that the person in front of you is an enemy?"

Folber maintained maximum composure, a deep voice emanating from beneath his visor:

"We have no choice! The best response to His Majesty is to strike without mercy."

"You haven't seen the despicable betrayals and vile schemes of those abominable aliens. We don't have time to judge whether the other side is friend or foe, because we have no chance of failure!"

Aaron could sense the anger in Forbel's tone. Guilliman, at the opportune moment, relaxed his hands from his face and began to narrate:

“Fobel, this has nothing to do with your brother; it is not his responsibility. Loga’s mistake does indeed have the influence of our father.”

“I was involved as well.”

Unable to tolerate the regent's words, Faubel suppressed his anger, his voice trembling:

“Your Highness, Aaron Well may not be able to tell, but you were just about to press the order to fire, why did you stop! We have no trump cards to play, no chance to make a choice.”

"Enough! Fobel!" Guilliman roared, his face even turning red.

He rarely got angry in front of others. His adoptive parents had told him that anger doesn't solve problems; it only leads to one's own destruction.

He was actually about to press it down, but it was the first time he had worn that animal skin skirt under the Armor of Destiny.

It sounds absurd, but his movements were stopped by the animal skin skirt, like a father's wicked joke, tugging at something on his body.

This made him hesitate until he saw his brother appear.

This is all utterly absurd.

Aaron approached Guilliman, patted Guilliman's knee, and turned to look at Folber:

"I'm sorry, I know nothing about the future and I'm unaware of your situation."

“But, Fobel, please allow me to call you by your name.”

Aaron took a deep breath, his expression hardening.

"Now you have a new choice! I don't know if my bold words are just a joke in light of the pain you've endured. But all this dark future that I don't know about has never happened to me."

"I will do everything in my power to stop it, to change it. Even if it means doing what my father couldn't do!"

The only thing Aaron learned from his father was to avoid internal conflict and stick to his goals.

If the father chooses to let things drift in the future, or even begins to regret it.

Then he will take his father's place and change all of this!

The eldest brother is like a father; the children must be taught!

Folber stood up straight and gripped the blade tightly in his hand:

"I have heard many grand pronouncements, but only action can deliver results."

The imperial guards turned and left, unwilling to linger any longer.

At this point, only Aaron and the Guilliman brothers remained on the central control platform.

Aaron went to his younger brother and comforted him:

“Leave the past to me, and you take charge of the future. I believe you can handle all of this, and so does your father—well, I guess you could say he believes you. He said it himself, if you can take over his responsibilities, that would be great.”

Guilliman finally relaxed his grip, let out a long breath, and looked at his brother.

Aaron stood on tiptoe and poked Guilliman's cheek, trying to make him smile.

“If I were to meet my other brothers, I would love them before they made mistakes. No, I have been loving them even before I have met them.”

Aaron's body began to become ethereal, and this double dream could not last long.

"Oh, I'm leaving now. Remember, at the place where you can see the stars when you look up at the three pyramids, I wrote you a letter on a clay tablet!"

"Also, Father said he agrees to let you become emperor. I don't know if this will help you, but that's all I know about you!"

He began to dissipate, and finally disappeared.

The next moment, the Imperial Guard Föbel, who had just left, was thrown to the ground by a small barrier. His perfect body made a mistake after catching those words.

If anyone familiar with the Imperial Guards saw this scene, they would think that Tzeentch had personally tripped him.

Faubel's hands left scratch marks on the ground:

"His Majesty, His Majesty said he's going to do something! Abdicate in favor of a regent? That wasn't in the communications between Marum and Caul that were handed over! Damn it, that insidious Ultramarines, he's really ambitious!"

Chapter 46 Dad, I'm back from my escapades, the Egyptian god of wine is celebrating?

"A letter on a clay tablet?"

Guilliman thought of the box in his room, which he always used as a pillow to fall asleep peacefully.

As for what my elder brother said about the news of the imperial throne.

Just take it as a joke. More than 40,000 years ago, my father was still a bastard in the human cognitive rituals, at least he was still a human being.

Everyone talks nonsense or rambles sometimes.

The skeleton, the god, now seated on the golden throne, can no longer escape his destiny.

Guilliman rubbed his face to regain his composure. Most of the time, he was still the same child in Macurag who followed his adoptive parents' instructions.

But now he is the Regent of the Empire, warp travel is over, and he must confront the enemies behind the constant stream of "victories" reported in the war reports.

Those damn bugs!

Forty thousand years ago, in ancient Egypt, Heliopolis. Also known as Yunu.

It was the capital of the previous Egyptian dynasties.

Junu, located to the north, became the last barrier against the erosion of Greek culture and was renamed Heliopolis, a name in the Athenian style representing the sun god.

To avoid the Egyptian gods being all associated with Greek mythology, and to prevent the pharaoh Nicholas II from maliciously misinterpreting his divine authority as Horus, the earthly representative of the pharaoh, he established the capital in Sais, further south.

This can be considered the earliest measure taken by ancient civilizations to avoid the religious or cultural victory of the other.

In any case, the situation will remain the same even more than two thousand years later.

As the Egyptian leadership prepares to ignite war, more and more people are beginning to call on the ancient name of Yunu.

At least Aaron thinks it's good that they each have their own unique characteristics, otherwise he would still have to keep repeating those long names.