Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Midrod rolled his eyes under his helmet. "Of course I'm exhausted. Don't you have any idea how tired I am?"

But he could only calm himself down and say gently:

"This is a matter of great importance. If the Whisperers do not take some extreme measures, it will be difficult to deal with this situation. I have even started arranging a meeting between you and Lord Logar, the two Primarchs. Only when you meet in person can a decision be made."

Xiao Pei's expression became more serious; Midrod never exaggerated the seriousness of any problem.

His statement indicates that this incident is quite complicated.

"Go to the nearest meeting room immediately. Briefly describe the journey."

Little Pei started walking, and Midrod followed closely behind, then spoke:

"The world that encountered the problem is called Kepler. The Word Bearers discovered many relics of early human civilization's colonial expansion. It is said that the most famous astronomical telescope in ancient Terra was named Kepler."

Xiao Pei frowned and said:

"So, did the Word Bearers encounter a scourge left behind by early civilizations' colonization? Artificial intelligence, or some data that could shake the legitimacy of the current empire? Wasn't it supposed to be the Alien Temple?"

The Primarch was indeed intelligent, immediately considering the two most terrifying possible outcomes.

Even if you ask the old folks at home to come and see, the Emperor will only care about the first one and won't pay much attention to the second.

Information obtained from Vokhan indicates that human civilization once experienced a major intelligence crisis.

The specific information was no longer reliable, and Vokhan himself asked his father or Makado to erase these experiences.

All that remains is a brief memory of "an intelligent crisis that once occurred".

Based on Xiao Pei's deduction, an enemy that could inflict such heavy casualties on the Salamanders would be truly difficult to deal with.

Midrod quickly denied it:

"It's not artificial intelligence, at least not the main factor."

As they talked, they arrived at the nearest conference room. Midrod connected the documents in his hand to the presentation projector while comparing them with his own report.

In the projection, a broken stick, covered in rust and with a faint blue-gold base color, about 40 centimeters long and estimated to be of human size, was displayed.

“Kepler never experienced being invaded by aliens and should have been one of the lucky ones among countless others in the world,” Midrod began. “But a cult called Satan arose within them.”

Xiao Pei said coldly:

“No, in your initial briefing you said that the Word Bearers encountered trouble when they advanced to the Alien Temple. I already asked you about that just now, so please explain clearly.”

Midrod took a deep breath and said calmly:

"To ensure that the information is not lost, sir, I must begin the story in chronological order."

"The Satanic sect is the beginning of everything. Its original intention was simply to ask people not to pay too much attention to social rules and moral constraints, and to live as freely as possible while controlling their destructive power to society and family. Because if they destroy society, the mental freedom brought about by self-awakening will lose its value."

Peturabo retorted with discontent, "It sounds like an idea born out of boredom, from a society with no existential crisis and little motivation for progress. It's nothing more than an expedient measure for the development of civilization."

In his view, life requires constant struggle.

The people above Kepler who gave rise to these ideas are essentially giving up on the prospects of development and only pursuing the freedom of the present. Even if they exercised some restraint and did not cause any trouble, they knew that freedom would not be empty because of the existence of basic rules.

The Primarch may have been fully aware of these changes in thought and their limitations.

But for those worlds in special times where subspace travel has become difficult and dangerous, choosing such a system, which is like a slow poison, is already a stroke of luck.

"Continue."

Midrod nodded, pointing to the broken metal rod, his tone becoming heavy:

"The semantics of Satan corresponds to a type of demon in ancient Terran culture, but it is not a general term for all demons. It seems to represent a group of demons that meet a certain condition, and they can all be called Satan."

"Or perhaps, it's just an individual. It's just that we haven't figured it out yet. The implementation of the imperial truth has destroyed too much of the religious knowledge of the past."

"When the Word Bearers unearthed this broken stick in the temple of the aliens, some of them believed that they had seen Satan appear."

Before Peturabo could express his doubts about the "Alien" for the third time, Midrod hastily added:

"The aliens here refer to species that have undergone biological mutations under the influence of Satanism. Natural selection and survival of the fittest. The Word Bearers believe that the cultural atmosphere of Satanism triggered some evolutionary conditions, causing the humans of Kepler to transform into aliens, which were named Mammon."

Xiao Pei simply uttered one sentence:

"Nonsense! What exactly did the Word Bearers discover? What do you mean by 'cultural atmosphere can drive biological evolution'? Does that mean biology doesn't exist?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly recalled some clues about what Omega and Guilliman had experienced under their father's throne.

Demons within the warp.

Chapter 424 Luo Jia: It's a Faith I Can't Solve (3K)

"Could you be even more concise, Midrod? I understand your point, but could you get to the point?"

Xiao Pei began to take initiative and gave a brief summary of the situation:

"The local humans created a new religion, which turned them into aliens. The Word Bearer found this half of the stick in the temple."

He slammed his hand on the table:

"That's why I don't just go and ask Lorgar directly why an entire Space Marine Legion would be interested in a stick, even at the cost of delaying the Great Crusade."

He first put the matter of the devil aside, since that was already a fait accompli.

He was even more curious as to why the Word Bearers, while making steady progress in the Great Crusade, would get stuck in such a small world, and what would happen if they encountered problems they couldn't solve?

Why not just blow it up!

Therefore, this thing must be very valuable, or there must be an uncontrollable risk if it is destroyed.

But Xiao Pei still apologized:

"Just do it your way, I just can't stop talking. We've already set the rules, we have to follow them."

His company commander couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, for their original counterpart was such a man who could admit his mistakes and correct them.

After the recap, he immediately zoomed in on the part of the stick in the demonstration.

"According to the preliminary measurements by the Word Bearers, the main body of this stick was cast 30,000 years ago. At that time, human civilization had not yet left its home planet Terra."

"But the psionic power and the connection to the subspace contained therein are completely new and seem to have been completed only recently."

"As for what we've guessed and what's related to it, well, forgive me, I don't know whether to call this thing a god or a demon, so let's just call it Satan for now."

"That thing may have reappeared; we are about to face a subspace entity."

As Midrod laid out all the intelligence he had gathered, the final outcome became clear.

Xiao Pei stroked her chin and murmured:

"A warp entity? What means do we have to capture them? As we all know, psionic energy and warp are one. Although our Legion's psionic talent is not as good as that of the Thousand Sons and the Word Bearers, we should still be able to use psionic energy to construct a cage."

The Primarch shared his thoughts, even sounding somewhat eager to try.

If you really want to get to the bottom of psychic powers, Peturabo does possess them too.

“Sir, all the early countermeasures you could think of have already been tried by the Whisperers,” his company commander always liked to speak the truth, which always made him seem a little foolish.

Midrod's voice lowered somewhat, and he continued:

"There have even been casualties. Several Word Bearers brothers with exceptional psychic abilities are trapped inside, their fates unknown."

"The subsequent extreme measures resulted in the name of the Word Bearer being engraved on the stick. We all agree that it may be some kind of curse. If this problem is not resolved, the entire Legion will be shrouded in its shadow."

Xiao Pei really wanted to slam his fist on the table again, but he knew he was wrong and could correct his mistake, so he changed his posture and put his legs on the table instead.

"Can the power of a single alien deity from just one world really curse an entire legion? If so, we've been cursed countless times along the way."

"Or rather, the real force behind this isn't Satan, but this stick. If that's the case, you might as well go home and ask your emperor if he made this stick."

The company commander thought to himself, "That's your father. Why don't you go and ask him? Instead, you're making us go."

You were only slightly injured after His Majesty gave you a good beating, but if it were us, we would have been beaten to death.

Everyone in the empire knows that His Majesty detests these monsters and demons the most, and they should be following the empire's truths.

Midrod finally concluded the consequences:

"The problem is that those who harbor words will be turned into those aliens."

Peturabo nodded in satisfaction, not out of schadenfreude, but because his company commander had finally gotten to the point.

“That Luo Jia, who always had such a confident and in control face, has had his eyes pecked out by a goose today. Now it’s time for me, the fourth brother, to step forward and see what this Satan really is.”

The idea of ​​turning people into aliens was actually a rather taboo topic during the vast expeditionary campaign.

This means that at least some of the aliens they eliminated were once human beings.

But if we really abandon those superstitious claims, any biological mutation will result in a change in its material form.

His biological laboratory was currently lacking this data, so he accepted all that came his way.

Midrod, being a caring and considerate daughter, advised:

"My lord, when you meet with the Whisperers tomorrow, I suggest you don't laugh so unrestrainedly, as it will affect the relationship between the two legions."

Xiao Pei questioned, "Luo Jia and I are brothers, who can break this bond!"

"Besides, the curse that Uncle Makado set on me hasn't been lifted yet. When I see Lo Jia, I'll definitely have a long face and won't be able to smile."

Midrod was overjoyed that his Primarch would actually call Lord Makado "uncle"!

This means that the relationship between the Primarch and the Handprinter may have reached a level akin to that of family!

And the one who holds the seal is His Majesty's most trusted companion—

Great joy! Great joy!

The meeting between the Word Bearer and the Iron Warriors was scheduled for the day after Peturabo returned to the front lines, also to allow the Primarch time to deal with the backlog of work.

Unexpectedly, after finishing his meeting with the company commander, Xiao Pei went to his room to continue studying his great cause of seizing the throne, while Midrod was still in charge of the army's military affairs.

Early the next morning, ships of the Word Bearers docked. Peturabo wasn't even wearing power armor today, just for the sake of lightness.

Could it be that Luo Jia could hit himself?

Several tens of minutes later, inside a makeshift space station, the Lord of Words and the Lord of Steel Warriors met.

The two tall figures felt somewhat crowded inside the space station, which wasn't even an informal meeting room, but rather the main passageway of the space station.

The personal guards of their respective legions stood on both sides, and they were well-equipped with weapons.

“I’m sorry, Loga, I’m glad to see the weariness in your eyes. But I can’t smile. Uncle Makado’s curse will take several more years to break.”