Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

In previous battles, their father never showed any preference for food, and charged ahead with his sons, sharing the glory of war and the emperor's honor.

They always felt a slight sense of estrangement from their father because most of them were Terran, unlike other Primarchs, at least a significant portion of whom had grown up alongside their Primarch.

Now, all the World Eaters present had a thought: they had a chance to bridge the gap and accompany their fathers as they grew up!

Imagine the sheer joy of an ancestor who could find His Majesty as a child.

(Aaron: Just kill it already! It's getting less and less human as it grows!)

Upon hearing this, Anglong was overjoyed and quickly said:

"I don't need ready-made products. Whenever I come across new ingredients, I just need to save a portion for myself. When I have free time, I try to cook them into food. My dream is to become the best chef in the world! My dad hopes that I will achieve my dream."

Emperor—

The Devourers, along with Ahriman, were astonished. It turned out that His Majesty's vision for the Primarch's future was that of a cook.

Ariman was somewhat embarrassed, his toes digging into the ground as he slowly retreated back to his own Primarch.

Unfortunately, Xiao Ma hadn't recovered yet, so he could only turn his head away and try not to pay attention to the deep father-son bond between the Devourer and his son.

In the future, the Thousand Ones can say that they have been studying under the Primarch since they were young, and that the Devourers of the Worlds said that they watched the Primarch cook food from childhood to adulthood, and that every bite was something they had eaten.

So what will be the Legion's legacy artifacts, and what will be the events recorded in the library?

Spatula and children's dining scarf!

Ahriman found his idea absurd, yet he also felt that it wasn't impossible.

What is he thinking?!

Now he didn't even dare to look over there, afraid that he would see a bunch of fierce-looking men with blood on their hands, now standing in front of a human child, showing up as if they were taking care of a child.

I'll probably be hunted down by the World Devourers.

“Spartacus, he’s watching us. He must be eyeing the Primarch. These academics are prone to overreacting when faced with unprecedented situations.”

One of the World Eaters muttered to himself that it was because their Primarch fathers were so adorable, and the connection to the Geneseeds, coupled with the obligation to protect their fathers, made them pay close attention to all dangerous factors in their surroundings.

The World Eaters became alert and actually formed a formation to protect the Primarch on the spot, surrounding Spartacus, who was holding his father, in the very center.

Ahriman was even worried that the World Eaters would start charging at any moment.

Or evacuate on the spot and then drop a few whirlwind torpedoes into the world.

Spartacus became even more wary, only relaxing when his brothers blocked his view of everything. He then said:

“Father, is there anything else you need? We will complete it as soon as possible. Don’t worry about whether these requests are shameful or incompatible with the Primarch’s identity. It is our honor to serve you.”

I heard that the Ultramarines would take a bath together, and the World Eaters would find some ingredients for their fathers to cook.

What's wrong with the whole family having a happy and enjoyable meal together?

Angron had been waiting for these words, and his chubby little face beamed with excitement as he said:

"I heard that Lao Si has an alien encyclopedia. You guys make me an ingredient encyclopedia too, preferably with preliminary notes on suitable cooking methods, taste, whether it is poisonous, and other characteristics."

Spartacus nodded emphatically. What they lacked was the experience of growing up alongside the Primarch, which was the foundation of the Legion!

He memorized these orders and immediately gave them:

"Immediately contact the Iron Warriors to see if we can purchase their alien illustrations to keep as samples and models."

Of course, it would be more convenient to simply add a guide on whether something is edible to the back of the alien encyclopedia.

Chapter 418 Tug-of-War Between the Bronze Throne and the Golden Throne (Part 1)

Food and reproduction are the two basic needs for the existence of living organisms.

Logically speaking, the Astartes should not be troubled by these demands; they were born to fight for the Emperor's great cause.

Some wolf cubs who just eat and drink don't count.

But now these World Devourers, known for their ferocious fighting prowess, are gathered together, discussing what tastes good.

It's all because this idea was born from the roots of their genetic seed!

At this moment, Ahriman, who was in the distance, was anxious. When did these butchers start discussing cooking?

Even if he doesn't pay much attention to this area, he's bound to hear some of the terms.

It seems the Empire doesn't have many clear ethical restrictions regarding the consumption of enemies?

Sigh, I should mourn for the enemies of the World Eater in the future. When they are alive, they will be hit in the face by chainsaw swords, and when they die, they will be hit by kitchen knives.

On the other hand, talking to one's own offspring is an indescribable and magical feeling. At least Xiao An felt that these big men he should call uncles were all closely connected to him.

It's not that it transcends the feelings between myself and my brother and father.

Rather, it is a different kind of connection that belongs entirely to him.

He had a premonition that one day he would fight for these Space Marines, and that these descendants would stand firmly by his side.

After determining that the World Eater Legion's primary task besides the Great Crusade was to compile the Galactic Recipe, Spartacus proactively asked:

"Father, is there anything else we can do for you?"

Looking at that little face, he really hoped the other person would say more; they could do far more for their genetic father than just write a cookbook.

Even if the child says something childish, like wanting to ride a tall horse to play games, they will do it without question!

Rather, this is something they've always dreamed of!

Hurry, he's about to open his mouth!

Ah! Did my helmet faithfully record this scene?!

Everyone should turn around and project all the video recordings together, which can then be used as a permanent backup!

All we heard Xiao An say was:

"I'll have to think about this carefully. My dad said he hopes I can become a refined scholar. So you should build a library and put lots of books in it. I can go in and take a look whenever I remember something."

Yes, yes, yes, their library of world devourers needs such a precious record.

From this day forward, all World Eaters will continue to learn and improve throughout their long combat careers, until one day they find the Primarch in a secret place within the Library—

Precious footage from my childhood!

"Understood. The World Eater's Library will be completed soon. Please feel free to speak your mind!"

Please, say a little more, and interact with us more in this way that we've never seen before, so that we can create even better memories!

Father!

Angron racked his brains trying to think of what else he needed. He noticed that his body was beginning to become ethereal, which meant that the battle on his brother's side was over and Omega was about to return.

So he quickly said:

"Use your latest technology to make me a set of kitchen utensils, including pots, pans, and a portable stove, that fits my size so I can carry it around. Don't worry about the weight or size, I can handle it."

"After you've finished making them, just tell me when I grow up, and I'll find a way to get them."

As he spoke, his face flushed red, and he suddenly chuckled.

"If we're lucky, you might even get to try my latest dish. But if it's not good, you can't blame me, okay?"

ahhh-

So this is how a human baby blushes!

Almost at the same time, Angron keenly heard the clicking of camera shutters.

Among Uncle Marum's many pieces of equipment was a similar arrangement, reportedly installed inside his helmet.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.

Spartacus said solemnly, "Father, this is the first time we have seen you like this. For the sake of convenience, let's record this information so that our brothers and sisters can witness it in the future."

Anglong had no doubts; in his own perception, the connection between these offspring and himself was enough to prove many things.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the other World Eaters whispering something to Spartacus using the communication channel between their helmets, so that their voices could only be heard inside their helmets.

My body was about to dissipate, so I couldn't hear clearly.

“Sparta, let us also make contact with our father.”

Let me hug you, let go of your father, let me hug you!

Angron suddenly felt a surge of intense emotions, and found himself awkwardly clinging to Spartacus, placing himself in the arms of another World Eater.

Does she want a hug from her father?

He habitually gave her a quick "smack," a method his father had personally certified as effective in improving interpersonal relationships.

The next moment, time returned to normal, and the bubbles exploded and vanished into thin air.

Only the Devourer of Worlds, whether lucky or unlucky, remained frozen in place, still holding Angron.

What happened just now?

All his comrades surrounded him, tightly embracing their fellow soldier named Ovid Fickwood.

Spartacus was closest and reached out to embrace him:

“Fick, I think we need a series of matches to hone our skills. You alone, against the eight of us.”

In the distance, Ahriman felt a sense of relief. His father had just sent back a message that the exploration in time had ended and that he didn't need to worry.

Ahriman breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he hadn't become prey for these world-devourers.

However, something seems to have gone wrong within their organization, leading to a unified attack on a particular individual.

I really don't understand. It's the Astartes, those who are engaged in academic research and seek knowledge, who are the most peaceful. The idea of ​​losing a debate in the library and then beating the other person's brain to a pulp is simply not true.

However, it is said that a game has gradually begun to circulate on the home planet, where people use harmless warp creatures they find to battle in front of their master. Whoever has a higher degree of compatibility with the warp creature and remains uncorrupted is considered more powerful.

As expected of the Grandmaster, while my father was still exploring reliable methods of exploration, the Grandmaster had already begun to make contact between humans and subspace creatures.

It is said that the ancestor once bonded with a subspace being, but this was without any biological connotation; it simply referred to the entanglement of psionic energy.

Ahriman's thoughts became increasingly complicated until his father's large hand pressed on his shoulder, jolting him awake.

“My brother will return in a day. He has been inspired by our father and will need some time. Our exploration has been discovered by our father, and he will likely give Angron some instructions in person.”

Magnus has returned completely at some point. Although his soul image is that of the Cyclops, he himself has both eyes intact.