Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It used to be an old fisherman and a fairy in the lake, but recently it's a bald young man, which is quite normal.

The mere thought of such a thing filled everyone with awe.

In addition, given the increasing frequency of living saints appearing within the empire over the past hundred and half years, people can't help but speculate that the Lord of Humanity may have found a way to break free from the throne and regain his freedom.

If one insists that this person has no memory of the emperor, it can be explained as simply that a fragment of the emperor has gained freedom.

Ryan was the first to recover; his lips were dry and chapped.

"W-what?"

The children beside him answered at the opportune moment:

"War General, Father, if what Aaron Well says is legally sound, then you are now the Imperial War General."

As an angel of forgiveness, don't worry about whether these words are right or wrong; the most important thing is to manage upwards effectively.

If the Astartes had followed their father for a long time, they would be away from him and would not see him for a long time.

They will most likely care more about their father.

Emperor? That's just a slogan.

Otherwise, the Primarch wouldn't have rebelled, and the entire Legion wouldn't have followed suit.

It seems that there is no connection between the Emperor and the Primarch like there is between the Primarch and Astartes.

They didn't even bother to look at the more informative second half of Aaron's story, which concerned the ownership of the "second emperor."

“If that’s the case,” Ryan said, unconsciously adopting a thoughtful tone, indicating that he had begun to consider the feasibility, “I also need Guilliman’s authorization; he is the regent.”

Aaron waved his hand and said, "This is easy, wait a moment."

After saying that, he crashed into the wall of the house and then disappeared with a thud.

The bluebird cautiously approached Slybite, thinking to itself:

“I suspect that Aaron is Ryan’s twin, who has been hidden all along and is a puppet used by the Lord of Man to free himself.”

If we make this inference, the logic will be sound and everything will make sense.

Slebit frowned as a result:

"If the firstborn is a twin—then could the Messiah we've been searching for also be one?"

The bluebird said in a heavy tone, "We cannot rule out this possibility. However, in the end, we must distinguish whether the Messiah is the Lord of Mankind or Aaron himself."

The Elven mythology does not have the concept of a Trinity, so the Bluebird did not make the connection that the Father and the Son could be one person.

Father Slebite pondered silently, hesitant to continue his judgment. Alas, he needed to find more clues.

Of all those present, only Leilian was truly horrified, terrified by her own terrible thoughts.

If this bald young man is truly part of the father's freedom...

Leilian, no, Ugly Phoenix, had already begun to imagine the horrific scene of her being skinned alive and having her tendons pulled out by her father.

Yes, he must be the father. With just one sentence, he restrained his body, confining it to this mortal form.

Just like the burning of Nurgle Garden not long ago, even a loving father cannot express his dissatisfaction.

Overwhelmed by grief and anger, Leilian fainted again.

(Slaanesh: Pass this on, the older brother actually made his younger brother faint twice!)

Aaron always needs this strange method to trigger his brother's dream whenever he points to him.

As he lost his balance and crashed to the ground, he saw the hilt of a golden halberd-shaped weapon in front of him.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the same balance as Sicarius, who could regain his posture with assistance.

He just happened to be lying on the weapon.

Then he looked up apologetically at Förber, the Imperial Guard officer clad in golden, pointed armor, who had finally come to his senses.

"I'm sorry, I obviously don't have the same reaction as Sicarius, but thank you anyway."

Aaron jumped off the weapon. Luckily, the guard hadn't used the bladed side, or he would have been cut in two.

Upon landing, instead of the familiar ship's command center, they found themselves in a magnificent but lifeless office.

Guilliman seemed much more relaxed than before, probably because things in the Empire had eased somewhat, but it wasn't quite a last gasp.

"Guilliman, I need to speak with you. I need to issue an imperial decree."

Aaron got straight to the point, glancing around to make sure he didn't see Sicarius, whom he recognized, and asked:

"Have you made any progress in your research on space necromancy?"

Guilliman turned around, knelt on one knee, and embraced Aaron before smiling and saying:

"There's some good news. A conflict has broken out within the Triune Council of the Necromancers, but they won't pose a significant threat for the time being. It seems that even as robots, as long as they retain consciousness, disputes will still arise."

Aaron chuckled, "That's why I said they have souls, they just haven't realized it yet. By the way, I need you to write a decree appointing Leon El-Johnson as Imperial War Marshal. I want him to issue a new merchant ronin contract in that capacity."

He spoke clearly and explicitly stated his purpose.

Upon hearing this, Guilliman was overjoyed and said:

“Lane is willing to publicly return! He’s been busy pardoning those fallen angels. Don’t worry about it, many people actually know the First Legion’s little secret. We’re on Terra now, I’ll go and gather the High Lords!”

It's clear that Guilliman was even more anxious than Baron after hearing this news, and even wanted to immediately begin the process of issuing the order.

After all these years, finally there's a hapless guy to help him share the burden of imperial affairs. Guilliman can't let Ryan go back on his word!

Chapter 374 The Gray Knight: What do you mean His Majesty is alive? (3K)

When Aaron received the so-called contract appointing him as the Imperial Warmaster, Guilliman even looked a few years younger.

That perpetually frowning face, today bathed in bright sunshine, seemed as if the sun itself were shining directly overhead.

He even wanted to take Aaron to the Golden Throne to see his father, but the throne was under renovation, so he gave up the idea.

Over the years, neither the Mechanicus nor the State Religion has been able to control the state of the Golden Throne. They are unclear whether the Throne is on the verge of collapse and about to go out, or whether its power is weakening. They are unsure whether to make a decision to protect the Throne or the Star Torch.

The Star Torch is merely one of the functions of the Golden Throne, and the State Church does not mind shutting down all other "unnecessary" abilities in order to maintain the basic functions of the Throne.

Even if it meant turning the other half of the empire into a dark side, they were willing to do so.

However, it must be said that since the ritual brought back by Marum began, the power of the throne has decreased sharply. At least when people discuss the worst-case scenario, they don't think that Holy Terra will completely explode.

This faint candlelight, having sheltered humanity for far too long in the face of the great enemy of chaos, finally went out silently, plunging humanity back into the dark ages. Perhaps this was simply the final destiny that the cold universe had prepared for the human race.

"Okay, did you deliver the letter I wrote last time to him?"

Aaron carefully put away the War Commander's Contract and looked at Folber, who was now almost an anomaly in the Imperial Guard, following the Regent.

Because Folbel's attitude became increasingly biased towards Guilliman, and he even relayed Guilliman's messages on several occasions, he received a medal from the Ultramarines to commemorate Guilliman's contributions in protecting the Primarch.

Therefore, people suspected whether these were His Majesty's Imperial Guard or Guilliman's Imperial Guard!

Folber said calmly:

"It's alright. His Majesty can already be pushed around the relocated observation deck, and he seems to be in a good mood every day. However, according to the records, he rarely fishes and keeps muttering the names 'Sigma' and 'Petulabo'."

Aaron couldn't help but say with regret:

"His curse of not being able to catch fish ended a long time ago, so why is he still thinking about that automatic fishing machine? Sigh, it's like a puppy that was tied up with a rope when it was young. It can bite through the rope and break free when it grows up, but it still has to wait for its owner to come and untie the rope before it dares to move."

Folber turned his head and looked around, then lowered his head and whispered:

"Aaron, please do not compare His Majesty to a dog within the palace."

Aaron chuckled. "Then I'll say that to your faces when I get back. Alright, I've got the stuff. Maybe you'll soon see the Dark Angel Legion gathering, and Ryan returning to help you."

Aaron found the bridge he jumped off when he arrived at the palace 30,000 years ago and left. He took a running start and flipped over.

Fortunately, neither the Imperial Guard nor the Primarch's extraordinary hearing detected the sound of a heavy object falling; it was just a popping sound of bubbles.

Folber remarked:

"Your Majesty the Regent, I am starting to have a sliver of optimistic hope for a bright future."

Guilliman was in a really good mood today, striding ahead:

"I forgot to mention earlier that when I approached my father to request an appointment, his first reaction was that I should become the War General, holding both the titles of Regent and War General. When I mentioned Ryan's name, I could even see that skeleton about to burst out laughing."

"I think he's finally acting like a human being again."

As to whether His Majesty's sons thought he was like a dog or a human being, Förbel could not comment too much and could only forcefully suppress the smile on his lips beneath his armor.

Who cares? As long as it's still His Majesty, even if he's a dog, the Imperial Guards will follow him!

Guilliman strode through the Elino Gate, one end of the former vent valve bridge of the palace, which nearly suffered the same fate as being bombarded by the General's Cannon more than 10,000 years ago.

After all, the palace is located at the highest point in Terra, which has a huge impact on the transport of natural moisture. As long as the gates of Erino are destroyed, the palace can be covered in snow, returning to the natural scenery of high-altitude areas.

Another group of people was walking in from the other side of the gate. It was a team of ten, wearing dark-colored power armor, with two people at the front and two at the back carrying flags.

They are the Grey Knights, who have come to Terra for a meeting and, incidentally, request an audience with His Majesty.

Unlike the Inquisition and the State Religion, the Grey Knights are the Imperial institution that has historically applied for the most formal audiences with the Emperor.

They even aroused the suspicion of the Imperial Guard, who believed that the Grey Knights' excessive contact with the Chaos Demons had led to the corruption of some within their ranks, and that they wanted to use this as an opportunity to assassinate His Majesty.

But in the end, the Grey Knights proved their loyalty, and their past conflicts with other Astartes chapters also demonstrated their distinction from those woven units.

In fact, the Imperial Guard would even be happy to have such an organization to annoy the warbands outside.

However, those were all outdated ideas. After Guilliman's return, everyone was loyal and there were no treacherous officials.

"Greetings to you, Your Majesty Robert Guilliman, the great Lord of Alteramar, Lord of the Ultramarines, and Regent of the Empire!"

The Grey Knights spotted Guilliman early on, stopped in unison, and knelt on one knee in salute.

Looking at the Imperial Guard following Guilliman, one might mistake him for the Emperor of Man.

Guilliman simply nodded, without much enthusiasm, and began to discuss business:

“I’ve noticed a sharp drop in the frequency of Angron being summoned in your reports. Could this be related to internal plans within the demons? For example, are they plotting an attack on key empire locations?”

Guilliman would pick out the key points from all the Imperial reports, especially those of the Grey Knights.

The leader of the grey knights was not a mentor, but a captain named Gerald Wells.

Gerrard said respectfully: