Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"As the report states, Your Majesty, this is the very issue we are discussing at this meeting. We hope the court can provide sufficient data."

“But, Your Majesty,” his voice rose, “no matter what schemes and tricks the great enemy of Chaos may employ, they will ultimately be mercilessly crushed under Your Majesty’s glorious light!”

Guilliman reached out and pressed down lightly:

"Alright, lofty ambitions are commendable, but I hope your actions will be based on the current state of the empire and avoid internal conflicts. The throne is undergoing renovations, and it seems unlikely that we will be able to see His Majesty for the next month. You may convene your meetings first; official business is of utmost importance. Court audiences for secular matters can be postponed as appropriate."

Gerald wasn't a stubborn fool, especially in the presence of the Primarch. He had no choice but to obey orders, but he still asked Guilliman to allow them to reach the Throne Gate and offer a prayer before the closed gate.

Guilliman nodded in agreement and walked away.

It's not quite clear why the Grey Knights are so focused on the throne; we can only hope that these actions don't have any hidden agendas.

Gerald soon arrived at the throne room and began the prayer ceremony.

Their prayers were not elaborate and ended quickly.

But they didn't leave immediately; they were waiting for something.

Only after the two members holding the flag moved the flagpole from its fixed position on the ground did the Grey Knights finally rise and bow, ensuring their steps were quiet so as not to disturb His Majesty's slumber.

These two banners were originally designed for the entrance to the throne room, but they have somehow served as cover for Eldar assassins during their incursions.

As a result, the Imperial Guard had to conduct security checks and distribute these useless items as so-called sacred objects to various imperial institutions.

Although the Imperial Guards didn't realize why there were so many Elven assassins invading the palace during that period, and why they all seemed to be coming through the main gate.

Only after returning to the Grey Knights' stronghold in Terra, inside a fortress, did they speak:

"The throne has shifted slightly. Although it is indeed under renovation, no one has ever dared to move it even an inch."

Gerald asked warily:

“The abnormality of the throne does not necessarily mean that His Majesty has deviated from his course. Our final decree requires us to prevent His Majesty from rising, both conceptually and physically.”

"We must confirm whether His Majesty—"

They probably couldn't imagine that behind the throne gates, sometimes Caul would take advantage of the changing of the guards, at His Majesty's request, to push his wheelchair down the slope with both hands, take a few steps for a running start, and then drift by hanging himself directly behind the throne.

The emperor who issued these orders seemed to have a different tone and style of doing things than the emperor they had known for a long time, but no one cared about these small details.

"Unless we can enter the throne room and see His Majesty in person."

Gerald sighed inwardly, realizing they would have to find a way to outwit and outmaneuver the Imperial Guards once again.

Why wasn't the final edict given to the Imperial Guards? Was it because His Majesty didn't trust them either?

Gerald dared not think too much about it. Unlike his other colleagues, he didn't dare to speculate too much, and even prepared to regard all the imperial departments and even His Majesty, who was about to rise up, as enemies.

That is truly blasphemous.

(Adachi: Hey, that's exactly what I'm going to say, historical documents have no practical significance.)

However, it's not yet time to trigger the final decree; the internal conflicts within the empire haven't erupted, and everyone is still at peace.

Before long, the spies who went out to gather other intelligence returned. In addition to directly meeting His Majesty to obtain information, they also obtained useful information from various departments and the common people of Terra.

Some have noted that a considerable number of artistic and cultural works have been delivered to the palace in the past six months.

With Regent Guilliman constantly away on campaigns, it was clear that the only one who could enjoy these cultural works was His Majesty himself.

This means that His Majesty may have developed a primary sense of self, and may even have developed a need for entertainment.

They continued to gather intelligence and even found records of possible repairs or renovations to the main area of ​​the throne.

This might explain the throne's movement; it was simply a change during maintenance.

But these repair records ultimately point to the type of pool and garden?

What? His Majesty is alive?

Can he even stand up from his throne, swim, and stroll in the garden?

Oh no! The being that has taken over the dominant consciousness is not the emperor who is concerned about the country and its people and is willing to take on everything for humanity, but a pleasure-seeking and carefree person!

The empire is doomed!

Chapter 375 The Sacred Relic? Throw it Away (3K)

When Aaron returned to Ryan's camp, Ryan reached out and caught him.

Perhaps all future younger brothers will learn this trick.

Relian, who had fainted, has not yet regained consciousness, which suggests that the mortal body does indeed have limitations.

Aaron was gently placed on the ground by Ryan, who immediately took out a brand-new letter of appointment from his pocket:

"Yes, Guilliman has taken care of it. From now on, you are the War Commander."

"No, I can just go directly to Guilliman or even the old man to re-sign the merchant ronin contract. Why go through all this trouble and go through all this trouble!"

Aaron slapped his forehead. For the first time, he felt his thinking was limited. It seemed that the ultimate goal of reissuing a certificate for Leilian was not as strong as the idea of ​​pushing Ryan to the position of Warmaster.

But since it's already done, having a new identity isn't bad.

Aaron untied the red rope of the contract and displayed it.

Guilliman's signature was deliberately highlighted.

Taking advantage of Ryan's momentary daze, Aaron placed the contract in his hand, put his hands on his hips, and said:

"Alright, now, in your capacity as War Commander, sign a new merchant ronin contract for the Leilian bloodline. You can just toss the copy he has to someone else."

Ryan was momentarily stunned. He had been the Duke of the Second Empire, and now he was the War Marshal of the First Empire.

To be honest, many people, being the First Primarch, had reservations about the appointment of the Warmaster.

But he never actually thought that way; the appointment of Horus was done with the consent of everyone.

After Ryan finished thinking about it, he realized that his body had already carefully rolled up the appointment letter, tied it back up, and was about to put it on his body.

Oh dear, this wasn't something I did on my own initiative; it was my elder brother who took the initiative to do it for me!

It was given to me by my older brother, how could I, as the younger brother, refuse it!

But then they faced a new problem: how to write the contracts, or rather, the credentials, for traveling merchants.

It contains various detailed divisions of rights and responsibilities, as well as some deliberately ambiguous fields.

Ryan still wanted to help Leilian regain the same level of access as before, so he had no choice but to open Leilian's contract, copy it, and then write his own name on it.

Leilian was still unconscious, but his people and subordinates all agreed to the plan.

The contract was opened, and an angel of forgiveness volunteered to copy it himself until the contract was turned to the last signature column.

The rumored location may hold a drop of the emperor's blood or a fingerprint, but it only has a proper name:

"Horus Lupecal—"

Oh no, this thing was signed by the previous war coach.

Upon seeing Horus's name, the Angel of Pardon nearly went mad and almost tore the contract apart.

Fortunately, the Lion King reacted well and pulled it back with one hand.

Now he could understand why Relian wanted to regenerate rather than be required to hand over the contract by various departments of the Empire through various laws.

If it was truly issued by the Emperor, then so be it; I could even use my bloodline to request to rejoin the succession struggle.

But since this was signed by the War General, Ryan had no doubt that Relian would be killed by those Imperial departments, and that the Inquisition would even come to torture her for a future.

"At least Horus of that era was my brother."

He defined the nature of the matter.

The angel of forgiveness then remembered that he was a dark angel, not a blood angel, and calmed down, respectfully placing the newly copied contract in front of Ryan.

Ryan took the pen Aaron had brought and carefully controlled the strength in his hand so as not to puncture the table, and wrote his name.

The two merchant ronin documents were repackaged, with the hope that Horus's document would never be reopened for verification.

Otherwise, it will be another bloody storm.

Perhaps with the immediate crisis resolved, Aaron felt sleepy and was about to leave when he pressed for an answer:

"So you still want to pursue that sacred relic that can protect you during your safe navigation in the Warp?"

"If that thing is real, I think it's worth taking a little risk. Even if it's bait, it might not be entirely baseless, and it might actually work."

Ryan shook his head and said, "No, now that I'm a Warmaster, Relian's worries have been relieved. I need to gather all the Angels of Forgiveness as soon as possible, then go to Baal, get the spatial markers that the Ultramarines used to aid Baal, and use them to find a way to cross the Great Rift and return to the Imperial Holy Land to aid Guilliman."

"Hunting requires a single, decisive strike, and we've been wasting too much time on that."

Father Slebit, who had remained silent, stepped forward and said regretfully:

"As Aaron said, we still want to believe that the sacred object is real. However, we understand that you are unwilling to take the risk, and we are willing to follow in your footsteps."

"After all, the true destiny belongs to people, not objects."

Ryan nodded, looked at the traveling merchants and ronin, and said, "That's right, time is of the essence. Although Relian hasn't woken up yet, you can take him away now and start recovering your strength as soon as possible."

(Ugly Phoenix faints: No, what are you doing? That's the thing I was going to steal! Ahhh, what did Tzeentch do! No, this isn't right at all!)

After the group determined their next goal, Aaron was able to leave with peace of mind.

That Leilian must be very satisfied. She resolved the crisis without paying any price and even gained the endorsement of the new Imperial War Marshal.

Even if he never sees Ryan again in the rest of his life, he will still cherish the memory of this experience.

As for that sacred object?

Well, since everyone has achieved their goal, it doesn't really matter whether we keep the stuff or not.

It's just about protecting warp space travel. If we pull out those undead building fragments from that monster's face and share them, we can make do with them.

After Aaron finished instructing Ryan, he searched around the camp for any dangerous spots.

Unfortunately, the area was flat and didn't provide him with any sense of adventure.

He naturally fell asleep, and when he woke up again, he was already on his own boat.

The outside was already slightly white, but the temperature was still quite cold, so you would need to wear an extra layer of clothing.

Aaron looked back and saw that his old father was not sleeping in any proper posture. Angron was lying upside down on the old man's back, with one of his feet almost sticking into the old man's nose.

He climbed out of the cabin and saw Marum making a bow and arrow.