Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Peturabo once told himself that the bond between all brothers was undeniable, but there were some unique experiences between them, especially with him.

They were hung on crosses together, and shirtless together, they built bathhouses on the Radiance of Macragge.

Looking back, he realized he was probably the last to realize that Peturabo was vying for the throne.

So, what about Guilliman's restraint and Perturab's actions in storming the palace and fighting with His Majesty—

Dorn didn't continue thinking about it. He shifted his focus and inexplicably began to imagine countless battles for succession throughout history.

What the other Primarchs probably don't know is that Dorne actually loves reading. This civil engineer is well-read and has his own unique perspective on the world, which no one can convince.

In summarizing history, he could only hope that if a power struggle broke out between the Primarchs, it would at least end peacefully.

After all, the galaxy is vast, and there's nothing wrong with a loser keeping a small plot of land to live as a farmer.

Given the Primarch's intelligence, it's unlikely that things would escalate to the point where ancient civilizations fought to the death for the throne.

After all, His Majesty is still immortal. Although he has a strong desire to abdicate, he will at least wait until his grand plan succeeds before he sits by and watches his sons beat each other senseless.

However, it is inevitable that those original bodies who have no intention of seizing the throne will also naturally choose sides. This is a conflict of interests, which is unavoidable.

So the question is, who is Peturabo's biggest competitor? And who will stand by his side?

Dorn felt he should support Pete, but while recording Omega's retelling of Guilliman's words, he also greatly admired the way the thirteenth prince thought.

Moreover, Koz once said that His Majesty had tempted the thirteenth prince with the throne. Although it was a test, it might also reflect a glimpse of his inner thoughts.

"Dorn, you won't even call me father."

The moment Dorn stepped onto the starport, the Emperor's voice rang in his ears.

Dorne was always dutiful and, as a member of the Terran Royal Guard, always addressed him as His Majesty.

"Don't overthink it. Your brothers are all difficult to manage, each one more so than the last. If any disputes arise, just guard your Terra and don't let anyone in."

The emperor personally conveyed the instructions, and he was still wondering today why Dorn, that blockhead, had started thinking about the issue of vying for the throne.

I thought he had another ambitious son who wanted to make progress.

I didn't expect he was just worried about his other brothers.

Good boy, but too foolish, not fit to be entrusted with the throne.

How many of his sons did he tell in the past that they should become emperors?

I can't remember exactly, but it definitely wasn't Dorne. Dorne didn't need any reward; his loyalty and dedication were the best reward he could receive.

Dorne, facing the direction of the palace, said earnestly:

"I understand, but I still suggest you make some preparations in advance, at least to avoid causing a big commotion. When Fourth Brother gets carried away, he might just do what Guilliman did and throw Cyclone Torpedoes at Terra."

The emperor snorted coldly:

"I have my own plans for the fourth prince. I think he's just asking for trouble. I'll find an opportunity to beat him up again in three years and he'll shut up."

Dorn hesitated slightly, then asked doubtfully:

"Your Majesty, how did you speak in my mind?"

The Emperor sneered, "I don't have that ability. I just connected to the broadcast system of your spaceship, and by the way, the surveillance cameras you installed captured everything while you were copying those dictated documents."

When he changed his self-reference from "朕" (zhen, meaning "I, the emperor") to "我" (wo, meaning "I"), it signified a change that his sons had not yet been able to fully understand.

“In the palace, you never even called me father.”

Without further hesitation, Dorn decisively entered the cabin, closed the door, and ordered all communication channels to be shut down.

Those sounds then disappeared and could no longer affect him.

"Send the Legion's external communications department here. I have an urgent letter to deliver to the Iron Warriors."

Fourth Brother, don't go back to Terra, especially since His Majesty has explicitly forbidden Primarchs from returning to Terra for three years!

This might be a trap deliberately set for you, luring you in out of curiosity so you can then rightfully get beaten up!

This is not home! Repeat, this is not home!

At this moment, Peturabo, who had just left the underground biological factory in Barbarossa, was unaware of the hardships and dangers that awaited him in the future.

He was busy returning to the front lines, having previously owed Lorga a favor, and Lorga seemed to be supporting Guilliman.

By chance, news came that the Word Bearers' army had encountered a mishap while advancing on an ancient alien temple.

The combination of heterogeneous and heretical factors makes it truly difficult to handle.

He had to go and make connections to try and secure the neutrality of the Whisperers.

They must remain neutral until the Iron Warriors successfully acquire a military logistics production line from the Mechanicus that can support five legions and their mortal soldiers.

Since the Ultramarines already have 500 worlds as logistical support, their strength would increase significantly if they were to receive help from the equally capable Word Bearers.

Chapter 423 Imperial Masterpiece: Peturabo is in his office

As Xiao Pei boarded the spaceship and entered the subspace passage, she was still in a great mood.

Luo Jia, who always has a calm demeanor and a slight smile on his face, as if nothing could happen to him, is now actually in trouble!

Hahaha, this is the perfect opportunity for the fourth brother to show off!

Horus made contact with almost every Primarch who had just returned, and so what if he led his brothers for a while?

With the Primarch's wisdom, how could they not command the legions linked by their gene seeds properly? Did they really need you, the Sixteenth Prince, to teach them?

My fourth brother is different; he's the key figure who appears when each of the brothers needs help the most and leaves a deep impression.

Even if it were his biggest future rival, Guilliman, he would not hesitate to stand in front of him and shout at his father!

He began reviewing battle reports on the spaceship, just as the Iron Warriors' advance was near the location where the Word Bearers had encountered trouble.

When I land, Company Commander Midrod will most likely have already arranged all the procedures for me.

What a satisfying son! He should just give up his position as legion leader and focus on expanding the factory; that would be so much better.

He began to peruse the battle reports, and even took a sip of tea in his spare time. He had managed to steal quite a bit of the supplies that Dorn had somehow acquired.

Let me see what's been happening lately—

Yes, the Ultramarines are also trying to send relevant personnel to other legions to conduct research and learn.

Hehe, you're just copying my superficial aspects. The construction of the Steel Warriors' factory involved real material production, and Xiao Pei himself paid close attention to the level of organization and ideological development.

You extreme warriors are just people who open their mouths and keep babbling on; it only has the opposite effect.

Next!

Upon seeing the following briefing content, Xiao Pei sat up slightly straighter.

The secret organization of the Marker, Macado, has been fully established. Even the Sea God's abode in Prospero is protected by assassins known as the Invisible Ones.

How strange, an assassin doing protection work.

And then there's the fact that my father, who promotes the imperial truth, can tolerate immortals claiming to be sea gods. That Uncle Poseidon is really something else.

They haven't met yet, but an invitation has already been sent. For some reason, Poseidon cannot leave Prospero and Little Pey needs to go and meet him himself.

The overtures were very conciliatory; even the usually arrogant Magnus tacitly approved of these messages, indicating his support in his bid for the throne.

After helping Luo Jia this time, I took some time to visit that Sea God Uncle. After all, he should be an immortal of the same generation as my father, and might have a way to defeat my father.

Or perhaps, a scandal?

In any case, it's always good to have some leverage over someone.

At least it will make my father go easy on me when he beats me.

He moved on to the next briefing, nodding frequently.

The Devourers learned that the Iron Warriors were compiling an alien encyclopedia and hoped to cooperate, and they would also send personnel to work there.

According to speculation from the internal think tank, the Devourers likely intend to establish their own knowledge and cultural system, or even a building like a Legion Library.

Not bad, not bad. The twelfth is actually the twentieth, or the twenty-first.

Although it is unknown what happened, it caused these World Devourers, who are skilled at killing, to suddenly start writing and want to become scholars.

But this time, at least the support of two legions was secured.

I will carefully prepare some gifts to appease the child, and ask my brother to give them to Xiao An next time I see him.

Hahaha—I already have so many brothers helping me, how can I not achieve great things!

Years later, when Perturabo saw the World Eater appear on the battlefield of the Great Crusade with a kitchen knife and encounter the Holy Blood Angel, he remembered the day he had agreed to the approval and wished he could slap himself.

Ninth Brother, I'm so sorry!

But that's a matter for the future.

Before the spaceship left the subspace and arrived at the front line, there was a train carrying Imperial citizens. The planets that had been conquered were mostly in the midst of large-scale development, and thanks to the operation of the Iron Heart, the population and resource allocation in each region was balanced.

Where there are people but no resources, send people there. Where there are people but no resources, arrange work for them.

These flights are also owned by Peturabo, and he will soon persuade the Imperial Tax Department to cooperate in using these flights to combine tax collection duties.

The industry and tax departments will be under my control by then, what can the other guys do to fight me!

Xiao Pei often takes nearby commercial flights and doesn't need a seat; she just needs to squeeze out a spot in the overhead bins.

This is a security measure; the enemy will pay more attention to the warship.

It's also a form of publicity; he is arguably the Primarch who appears most frequently in the sight of Imperial citizens.

No matter what method the old man uses to select the second emperor, he will definitely receive the most support from the citizens!

The image of him carefully reviewing the briefing was captured by a curious citizen and may appear in the Imperial newspaper at any time.

The title is: "Petulabo is working."

Upon arriving at the front-line fleet, Midrod rushed to greet them, carrying a detailed report on the trouble the Word Bearers had encountered.

Good son!

Xiao Pei was quite satisfied, stood still, and gestured for Midrod to catch his breath:

“My company commander, there’s no need to rush. You can arrange a meeting room beforehand to talk. There’s no need to come here in such a hurry.”

"Besides, you are an Astartes. To be so exhausted—look at how you're panting—people will think that His Majesty's Astartes is so tired that even this little bit of work is exhausting."