Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Ultramarines are not Astartes who excel in every aspect, but by chance, they are good at a little bit of everything.

So what my father said yesterday, that he should learn from his younger brothers in his dreams, might not have been nonsense, but rather something that is actually feasible.

But first, we need to appease Chagatai!

Aaron lay on the table, tapping his fingers on it.

It seems I should make a gift for Chagatai to ease the tension between the brothers.

While his son was deep in thought, the father was dancing at a disco.

Perhaps the term doesn't exist in this era, but the behavior is similar.

At the Temple of Helios in Yunu, the statue of the sun god Helios (Apollo is not the sun god in the traditional sense) still stands, but the locals have begun to display the banner of Ra.

The priests of the local Dionysian festival, dedicated to the god Iserlis, are still debating whether to go all out or be more refined when everyone is dancing.

After all, turning the Dionysian festival into that kind of strange party is a custom of the North, and it is much more restrained here.

Sometimes the reasons for rejecting cultural invasion are not so worldly. If my god becomes the son of your god-king, then wouldn't we become his grandsons?

With the encouragement of Pharaoh Sais, the people here have come to believe that it is their duty to restore the glory of Amun-Ra.

It's time to expel that strangely eccentric god-king system!

At this moment, the god-king was holding a large wooden cup filled with wine, moving among the crowd preparing for the Dionysian festival.

He wore a veil to cover his face in order to prevent any gatherings.

Marum dutifully guarded His Majesty's side, but still harbored concerns:

"Sir, weren't we out here to gather intelligence?"

Adachi gulped down a large mouthful of wine:

"What's wrong with me coming out to enjoy the good life while Aaron's not around? I can check the intelligence stuff while I'm at it. Anyway, I reckon I could crush that demon with one hand. Didn't you want me to retain my humanity?"

"I think this is fine."

Anda would occasionally jump around with the passing temple maids, showing that his mental age wasn't much older than Yaron's.

Marum took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions.

Whether such a ruler can maintain his humanity forty thousand years from now, he doesn't know.

All he knew was that, as an Astartes, an angel in the eyes of the mortals of the Empire, he was becoming more and more like a human being.

In truth, he even felt an urge to protect the current emperor's smile.

After all, in Marum's previous memories, he had never even heard of the emperor smiling in official records.

"By the way, Marum, you should come too. Your bodies can break down alcohol directly, right? In theory, as long as it's not Fenris or other alcoholic beverages, it shouldn't be a big problem."

“I once planned for the Ultramarines to open a bar after they retired. But I never expected Guilliman to turn out like that, and it’s made you all so rigid.”

Anda casually grabbed a glass of beer from someone else's table: "Olpeson likes this, I guess you'll like it too."

He added, "This is the decree."

Marum took the beer and silently watched the liquid sloshing in the glass.

Yes, some of the Primarchs come from the Emperor. Objectively speaking, if the Emperor were to behave like Forgrim now, there wouldn't be any problem.

He was the most perfect human being in the world.

Seeing Marum's dazed expression, Anda looked at him like he was looking at a blockhead:

"Alright, alright, I'll make an exception and let you pray before you drink, either for me or for Guilliman."

Marum exhaled and sighed, "Long live the Emperor, and may the Regent be forever healthy."

Then he drank the whole glass of beer in one gulp.

Seeing this, Anda burst into laughter: "Hahaha! I can already imagine how Ruth will mock Guilliman when they first meet him and attend my banquet together!"

Marum thought to himself, "If Your Majesty were to hear these words from your sons, they would surely think you are deliberately provoking conflict."

His gaze evaded Anda's mockery, drifting towards the outer perimeter, towards the locations of the market vendors.

Just now, he instinctively sensed something was wrong. This was an intuition that even psychic abilities couldn't explain. Many Astartes predecessors were even able to escape from near-death situations by relying on these intuitions.

This ability also saved him countless times in that dangerous world of forging.

He absolutely cannot waver.

Marum decisively put down his glass and whispered:

"Master, I sense something amiss, and I must investigate!"

Anda looked dejected: "Alright, alright, Aaron will definitely ask if we found any clues when we get back today. I'll stay with you. Several girls tried to pull off my veil just now, so we can't stay here any longer."

He followed Marum to the outer market stall area. In fact, regardless of the culture, as long as a basic social organization is formed and an economic system develops, something like a market will inevitably appear.

In the early stages of civilization, it was often associated with religious festivals.

Even two thousand years from now, it will be the same.

Besides seasonal fruits, the roadside stalls also sell relatively expensive fabrics for the current market.

The rest are mostly handicrafts, household baskets, straw sandals, and occasionally a few oddly shaped gadgets.

It might seem a bit shabby to later generations, but Adachi still enjoyed it quite a bit.

For example, he really likes those oddly shaped things:

"The largest item in Aaron's luggage is the performance prop he was given when he almost got into the theater troupe in Thebes. I think we can buy him a toy, a local souvenir."

Anda pointed over there and saw several wooden shields bearing the symbols of Egyptian gods, as well as some scepters.

They're all for performance purposes, and ordinary people are allowed to make some to take home. As long as you don't make anything like metal shields or leather armor, no one will bother you.

Especially in Yunu, a city with a strong religious atmosphere, people are eager to have more of these things.

Marum said helplessly, "Sir, you keep watch for now. I'll go and search the whole street from the beginning."

Anda waved his hand: "Go ahead, let me see. Buy Aaron a shield, the one with the Eye of Horus is pretty good. Then there's a pillow for Guilliman, Aaron has been nagging about it for ages."

Marum suddenly stopped. Something was wrong, something was very wrong!

What did His Majesty just say? He wants to buy a pillow for Father!

Anda was still rambling on and on:

“There are quills and papyrus over there. Give them to Loka so he doesn’t keep writing on his body.”

"Finally, there's the Trojan horse toy, which is from over 500 years ago. Actually, that Trojan horse wasn't shaped like this. Hmm, this one is for Chagatai."

"By the way, Aaron has only seen these three younger brothers so far, right?"

"Damn it, don't look at me like that! Aren't I a good father?!"

Anda spoke righteously, thinking that this would make his younger brothers trust Aaron more.

He could then confidently use this to persuade Erda to cooperate in "producing" the next child.

Chapter 53 Where to get a motorcycle for Chagatai?

"Do I sound like a nag?"

Anda realized that he had been rambling on and on.

Marum was taken aback: "No, sir, this is fine. Sometimes I wonder if sending me here is a burden to you."

Anda laughed heartily:

"I'm curious why you extreme warriors are always worried about causing trouble? You should learn from those space wolves; they don't like wearing helmets. Just like those big wolf cubs, they don't have anything on their minds and are very carefree."

Marum listened attentively to the Emperor's instructions, head bowed, and followed closely behind His Majesty.

He whispered a reminder: "Sir, we didn't bring any money with us when we went out; we left it at home."

Adachi confidently declared, "Money? In your time, life was the only currency. What is money to me now!"

Half an hour later, Marum arrived carrying the things he had bought.

Neither the pillow nor the shield cost money; His Majesty paid for them by showing his face.

The only exception was the papyrus and quill pen sold by the Hebrew merchants, which could only be barely discounted even with His Majesty's personal connections.

With no other option, His Majesty turned around and went to find a wealthy young lady passing by to use his connections, only returning a few minutes later.

I heard that one of the descendants of these people was named Judas.

So much so that when they left the market, His Majesty's face was somewhat embarrassed, and he muttered to himself:

"I shouldn't have separated that sea from them more than 600 years ago."

Marum suggested, "You can directly modify their will."

Anda stared wide-eyed and shook his head rapidly, saying:

“That won’t do. It took me a lot of time just to accept my passive ability. Unless it’s to avoid large-scale mental pollution, I won’t actively touch mortals. That’s a two-way process for me, and I don’t want to study why they’re so obsessed with money.”

For someone who never spends money, this thing is indeed meaningless.

"Alright, we've taken a tour of the entire market. Have you found the source of the intuition you were wary of?"

Marum said in a low voice, “Sir, that feeling is a bit mysterious, and I’m not sure how to explain it. We often call it your guidance from the shadows, but you are clearly reluctant to talk about these things.”

"Please forgive me, sir, but the situation was extremely critical, and the evil has now been averted."

Anda burst into laughter: "Haha, does that mean there's no danger? When are you going to change that tone of your voice?"

He casually picked up two bananas from the fruit stand and ate them as he walked. The Astartes were all oblivious to his feelings; they had originally intended to break some for Marum.

This thing appeared in Egypt more than four thousand years ago, but thankfully no strange uses were discovered for it.

They circled the entire Temple of the Sun several times, but found nothing unusual.

Countless people come and go, and Adachi has always had a go-with-the-flow attitude. Who knows, if he stays home all the time, trouble might just find him, right?

As they were preparing to leave the market, they happened to see the Pharaoh's guards passing by.

The Pharaoh himself is in Sais, with his guards accompanying him on his travels through the cities. The priests are responsible for divine duties, while the guards ensure the stability of the regime.

Especially military and political power.