Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He then knelt on one knee, his heavy armor fitting perfectly as if forged by flames and the hand of the god of craftsmen.

"Your Highness may address me as Marum Kaido, son of Guilliman."

Guilliman!

The self-identification of the person who calls out to him in his dream and is looking for his father!

Aaron's mind is trying to connect all the clues.

Guilliman was clearly a god, or at least not an ordinary person.

He has such a powerful son—no, not his biological son.

Aaron noticed the ribbon below the golden skull and eagle emblem on the front of Marum's breastplate, as well as the insignia on his shoulder armor, which were the Romans' style for distinguishing legions.

These are the military flag and the insignia, with the eagle emblem representing the highest honor, symbolizing Jupiter, or Zeus.

Roman generals often took in many adopted sons, drinking and sleeping with them.

So, these were actually Guilliman's soldiers.

At the same time, Guilliman lost his father, and Marum referred to himself as His Highness.

That might mean that his father was Guilliman's father, a king,

He is no ordinary king, but the king of gods!

At least Aaron didn't believe that a warrior like Marum could be human.

He remained silent as he pondered, and the giant warrior remained motionless.

Aaron hesitated for a long time, then, like a machine gun, finally found someone he could confide in and began to speak:

“Please rise, Marum. To be honest, I don’t know who I am. I don’t know if I am worthy of your kneeling, or if I am the prince you speak of.”

“My father was Anda Will, a blacksmith, not a local, because in Macedonia people use patronymics instead of surnames. My mother’s name was Erda, a priestess in Macedonia. Although I still don’t know which god my mother was a priestess for. I don’t think she was respectful to any god; she even used cloth from an Apollo statue to wipe my bottom.”

“I’m sorry, I seem like a chatterbox, but Zeus, I’ve finally found someone with whom I can open my heart and share my doubts.”

“My father, my only family in this city, doesn’t care about me at all. I even have to cook for him every day to support him. He ignores everything I say. Hey, Marum, if you see him later, you can beat him up.”

Marum remained silent, but a rebellious thought arose in his mind.

The relationship between the son and his father was never very good; his father and His Majesty were always arguing.

Although the Custodian looked weary as his son argued with a skeleton sitting on a throne, he, as a Space Marine, rarely had the opportunity to witness such a scene.

It seems His Majesty is not good at parent-child relationships, at least not at this point in time.

Forty-two thousand six hundred years later, the Holy Terra.

In front of the throne.

The Primarch's gaze calmly surveyed the spot where Marum had vanished, attempting to sense familiar psionic traces within it.

Unfortunately, this was not his forte.

He could barely sense that the power he had just experienced far exceeded the upper limit of what people knew about psychics.

It is even more impossible for anyone to tear open the warp under the Golden Throne.

Therefore, there is only one conclusion.

The Primarch raised his head and stared directly at the withered skeleton sitting on the throne.

He whispered:

"Father."

Kaul's voice crackled like a distorted broadcast signal. His prosthetic eye looked at the animal skin skirt in the Primarch's hand, which was now fitting his body size, and he read aloud the ancient and obscure characters on it, characters that the Thebans could not understand:

"For my son."

The ripples on the electronic loudspeaker were starting to jump around:

“Wow, Your Majesty the Regent, I sincerely suggest you wear it and never take it off.”

Chapter 5 The Possibility of My Father Being God

The Primarch remained silent, not even having the courage to turn back and look at the cold, lonely skeleton.

He picked up the animal skin skirt, turned and left:

“Let’s go, Caul. The war and official duties are both taking their toll on me. Let’s wait until the next ceremony is ready before we come back.”

"What about Marum?"

Caul hurriedly replied:

"Rest assured, I have written the precautions into Marum's power armor, and he knows what the cost is. Things from 40,000 years ago are exchanged for things from 40,000 years later. The main purpose is to preserve the Emperor's humanity as much as possible."

The guards watched all this unfold with indifference, though they longed to chop up Kaul for his disrespect before the palace.

To tolerate those blasphemous rituals, which came from who-knows-where, being displayed before the emperor was already a great act of disrespect.

They watched the emperor's son leave, the heavy metal gate slowly closed, and the imperial guards left one by one, leaving only the two on duty.

Icarus, a near-retirement member of the Imperial Guard, spoke:

“My brother, do you really believe that the power just now was found by the Emperor’s first son in the river of time? If that prince really existed in history, then perhaps he didn’t live to see His Majesty unify Terra.”

The other person said coldly:

"We don't need to dwell on the past; we should just focus on doing our job well in the present."

Icarus remained silent; being older than his brother, he seemed to have developed excessive feelings for His Majesty.

Forty-two thousand six hundred years ago, the Holy Terra.

Marum is piling all the rotting corpses together and burning them.

Negligence's evil needs to be purified with fire.

He then asked Aaron to clean his armor with water and fire.

The flames originated from the high-temperature jets from the back of the tree, which ignited it.

Although Marum was once trapped in a forging world completely dominated by the warp, and suffered countless disturbances from chaos.

But when Aaron raised the torch and cupped the river water in his hands, the filthy, rotting plague wailed and faded away into the void, a feeling that still captivated him.

Yes, they can't even return to the subspace.

He was indeed the first son of the Emperor, the child born from the physical body of the Primal Mother.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the contamination from these rotting corpses, if Your Highness could personally go to the front lines of the plague war 40,000 years from now.

It's likely that his role will be similar to that of the "living saint" mentioned in the warband's records.

"Your Highness, please take me to see your father, the great Emperor, our master."

Marum's armor was cleaned, and he knelt down again, reverently extending his massive armored arms, waiting for his request to be granted.

Aaron gave an embarrassed smile, scratched the smooth back of his head, and said evasively:

"Wait until it's dark before going into town, or you'll scare people."

Moreover, he was well aware of his father's charm and realized that, apart from himself, other humans would easily find this hunched and short blacksmith to be a perfect fit for the image of their ideal friend.

I understand now, I am his biological son, and his father is indeed Zeus.

Aaron's heart began to pound uncontrollably. He was actually brothers with Hercules, the figure depicted on the coins of Thebes!

He's brothers with a demigod!

He simply couldn't comprehend the thought that his father had slept with cows and swans, and possibly even young boys.

So, Irda is actually Hera, which is why she could use Apollo's robe to wipe her bottom.

Marum simply said calmly:

"As you command, Your Highness."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Aaron's body beneath his helmet, and spoke again:

"I will find you clothes to cover your shame."

The soldier got up and took out the burnt leather armor and some relatively clean cloth from the pile of corpses. He then used the auxiliary laser of his bomb gun to "weld" them together.

He knelt down again and offered it.

Aaron was a little embarrassed and quickly said:

“From now on, you can just stand and talk to me. Marum, this is the first time in your life that someone has knelt down to me.”

He reached out, took the clothes and put them on, then instinctively grabbed one of Marum's fingers, trying to make him stand up.

There was no movement at all until the latter quietly got up, afraid that he might accidentally crush the Crown Prince to death.

"Well then, let's wait until it gets dark. Oh, by the way, I'll go catch some fish while I'm at it. Father said we're having fish tonight."

Marum was startled. The Emperor loved to eat fish?

There is no ocean in Holy Terra.

Rivers and some species of ancient Terra remain only in the private residences of a few nobles.

Marum said seriously:

"Understood, Your Highness. I will go and prepare His Majesty's dinner immediately."

Aaron looked puzzled: "Hmm? Wait, what are you going to do!"

In Aaron's eyes, Marum, who had just single-handedly killed a hundred corpses, had not used any of his weapons.

But in order to catch fish for his father, he took the long sword covered with sharp blades from his waist.

Then, he pressed some switch, and the saw blade in his hand roared, as if it could easily split mountains and shatter rocks.

It seems that for Marum, fishing is a more sacred matter than killing monsters.

Half an hour later, the pile of fish, which had formed a small mountain, was larger than the carcasses of deer hunted by the most skilled hunters in Thebes. It rolled and jumped, landing in front of Aaron.

"This, this should be enough."

Marum was still not satisfied. This was serving His Majesty, and no matter how well one did, one could never consider oneself perfect.