Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Now, driven by conspiracy, Egypt is about to launch another war, and these symbols of the pharaoh himself are appearing more and more frequently.

Some local artisans are being taken away, probably to build some kind of war machine. These skilled craftsmen would be highly sought after in any era, but they would be even more formidable more than 40,000 years from now.

"Aaron, we're back. We'll take care of you today, so we'll eat some vegetables and not buy much meat."

Anda used his knee to push the door open, calling out loudly to his son, his face beaming with smugness.

“Look, my son, I’m prepared to lose some hair. This pillow is for Guilliman, the papyrus for Loka, and the Trojan horse toy for Chagatai.”

"Although I am also very curious, since the Trojan Horse brought destruction to Troy, people still like to name these souvenirs after Troy."

This father is trying to make himself more human and carry out his plans.

"Oh, Marum, why does he look so sad? Is he not used to it?"

Marum looked at Aaron, who was slumped over the table, and at the fifth brother, whose mouth was covered in yellow bits of grass, and said warily:

"Your Majesty, Aaron may have just completed a substitution."

Only then did Aaron climb up from the stool, taking the things from Marum's arms with a pained expression:

"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first and talk while we eat."

He and Marum started cooking, and soon the three of them stared at each other, unsure how to start a conversation.

Anda became somewhat flustered and took out a shield engraved with the symbol of the Eye of Horus, indicating that he didn't need to personally give gifts to his other three sons.

The only thing he wasn't used to was having to give Aaron the gift in person.

"Um, Aaron, you've always lacked a shield. Here, take this. Although it's just a prop weapon like your wooden sword, I bless this sword and this shield. Nothing can withstand the attack of this sword, and nothing can break through the defense of this shield."

With the meticulousness expected of an Ultramariner, Marum asked, "Sir, what would happen if we attacked this shield with this sword?"

Anda's face darkened: "Nothing will happen. It depends on the strength of their materials and the user's strength. I'm just going through the motions and saying nice things. It's not like I can just say whatever I want and it will happen. So many people pray to the gods for blessings, but I haven't seen anyone succeed."

Marum realized he had made a slip of the tongue and quickly changed the subject:

"Aaron, it seems you've met with Lord Chagatai again? I'm sorry, but feeling sleepy during the day is a sign of poor health."

Aaron, with a bitter face, held the Trojan horse he had bought, wobbling it, and said:

“As I mentioned before, the only time he dreamed of Chagatai, he was only four years old, but he was taming a powerful wild horse to prove that he could take on the responsibilities of an adult in the tribe.”

“Today—” Aaron pointed at the fifth son, “I may have swapped the wild horse named White Scar with the donkey and let Chagatai ride it instead. I’m worried that if Chagatai happens to be leading the horse back at that time and people laugh at him, he’s only four years old, how upset he would be.”

"So I was thinking, is there any way to make amends to him, as an apology? Obviously, I don't think this Trojan horse will be very effective."

He shook the toy in his hand.

Anda chuckled and said, "That's my share. You'll have to figure out yours yourself."

He thought to himself, "So this is how troublesome it is to take care of a child's mental health. What kind of mental health pressure could a four-year-old have?"

It's best to leave everything to Aaron.

“By the way, Marum!” Aaron’s eyes lit up: “You know a lot, can you tell me what Chagatai liked in your historical records?”

Marum pondered seriously: "Lord Chagatai, whom we also call Khan, has a legion called White Scar, which must be because of this Chogoris wild horse named White Scar."

“I’m sorry, Aaron, the Empire has very few records about the White Scars; they didn’t participate in direct combat. I can only suggest that you try to build a powered motorcycle, a future riding vehicle. As long as it’s faster than that wild horse, it should soothe the young Khan’s heart.”

Chapter 54: The Choice of Two Gods!

Aaron became curious and sat up straight:

"Motorcycle? What's that? A vehicle that's faster than a horse? I have seen Guilliman's spaceships, but I was inside one and didn't know what the outside was like."

Marum picked up the papyrus and began to precisely control his hand muscles to draw.

Soon, a main body resembling a horse's torso was formed, with a saddle integrated directly into the central area, two handles extending from the front, and a barrel-shaped outlet at the rear.

Then a stable platform supports the entire structure.

Thanks to the fact that Ultra Warriors are jacks-of-all-trades, this motorized motorcycle is drawn quite well, making it easy to understand how to use it at a glance.

Aaron took the papyrus, marveling at it and exclaiming in amazement:

"It looks like they chopped off a horse's head, removed its legs, and then mounted them on a platform."

The fifth brother, who was dozing in the distance, suddenly woke up, looked around warily, and seeing that it was still the familiar environment, he fell asleep again.

Marum gasped, abruptly stood up, and looked around warily.

What evil spirit has come here to defile us?!

Anda chuckled as he watched this scene: "Sit down, Marum. In this era, there is still a sufficiently strong barrier between the demons and us."

"Aaron is just a human who happens to have reached this age, and he always has some unusual ideas in his mind. Our goal is that when humans have these ideas, no god will actually appear to grant them."

Marum then sat down respectfully, remaining motionless, and pressed on with the question:

"My lord, the great sage Caul once said that during this period you were actually—"

Anda laughed and said, "So what do you really think? Do you believe there are good things over there? Or do you think that in the future I've become so dictatorial that I want to control people's thoughts and will not allow any ideas that do not conform to my expectations?"

"What the hell is this? I've never done this before. It's all those bastards from the State Religion."

"Marum, wake up! Time is meaningless! This is not the past!"

Anda shouted, "This is after the battle between Horus and me!"

Aaron, standing to the side, just felt a headache coming on. Horus, that name again.

This younger brother is suspected of committing the biggest mistake.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about that later. Maybe the problem will be solved once I see Horus. Let's deal with Chagatai's motorcycle first. I heard him crying so pitifully. Kids need to be comforted quickly. Otherwise, they'll have psychological trauma when they grow up."

Aaron quickly steered the conversation back on track, saying that now was not the time to discuss Horus.

How are they going to build a motorcycle?!

"And this thing doesn't even have wheels?" He pointed to the drawing in his hand. "Is it floating in the air?"

Marum remained calm and focused, leaving the meaning of His Majesty's words "after the battle" to Caul to ponder.

His mind still couldn't grasp what it meant to say "this is not the past".

After all, neither his father nor he himself was skilled in psychic abilities. They didn't have much understanding of these abstract concepts.

He began by explaining, "Powered motorcycles typically use suspension systems paired with a power unit that reaches a certain energy level."

"You can simply think of energy levels as the difference in strength required to lift an egg versus a donkey. Then imagine throwing them."

Aaron clapped his hands and said, "I understand. If the eggs I throw are as fast as the donkey, then it means I have to use more energy to throw the donkey."

Old Wu wiggled his ears as he fell asleep again. Strange, why couldn't he get a good afternoon nap today?

Adachi picked at his ear, returning to his lazy state:

"Don't be so unrealistic. Current technology can't produce a powered motorcycle; even a steam engine struggles to boil water. Let me see, the only power source in the world is—"

Anda looked at Marum: "It's the core of your power armor."

Marum bowed his head and said, "If it is for Lord Chagatai, there is nothing wrong with offering my armor. I believe my father would not mind."

Anda laughed, "Yeah, I've been watching you. Actually, it doesn't matter whether you and Titus wear these power armors or not. Haha, just kidding, my influence isn't that strong. Too many people pray to me."

Aaron used a metaphor: "So, Father, are you giving me a solution?"

Adachi slapped his thigh and stood up:

“I’ve finished eating. Remember to wash the dishes. After all, Chagatai is the most clear-headed of you rebellious sons, and he’s caused me the least trouble.”

"I will help you get a working motorized motorcycle to send to Chagatai."

Aaron's eyes remained alert. Today, his father's behavior was not only anthropomorphic, but he was also an exceptionally good father!

When his father exhibited this unprecedented behavior, Aaron felt somewhat lost and it might even trigger a stress response.

Adachi tidied her long, flowing hair:

"I'm going to take a nap, and then I'll sign up to be a craftsman in the afternoon. We're short of metal materials, so we'll have to borrow some from the Pharaoh."

Ignoring his son's horrified look, he went into the house humming an unknown tune.

Oh, Marum also had a panicked look in his eyes, but he had good control over his expression and didn't reveal his panic.

Oh no! Of all the Primarchs, does the Emperor really like Chagatai the most?

While both Marum and Aaron suspected that Anda might be experiencing occasional bouts of epilepsy.

The interior of the Temple of Yunu.

Anliwen, an old man selling all sorts of haphazard handicrafts, was recruited into the Pharaoh's artisans because he at least possessed some craftsmanship skills.

In preparation for building that great war machine.

A chariot cast in bronze.

"Hey old man, if you dare to slack off, you'll get a whack with my whip!"

The fierce-looking Pharaoh's guards drove Enriwen into the workshop.

Below the Temple of the Sun is the furnace used to forge the main components of the bronze chariot, which is said to have been secretly created by the pharaoh using casting techniques he discovered in the heavens.

The workshop was filled with intense heat, and the most volatile temperature sources guided people to pour molten metal into it and wait for it to cool.

The heat brought on a numbing sweat, and the relentless, sweltering air stifled the vitality of every worker.

Amway, however, became increasingly fascinated by it, captivated by the process of piecing together the already completed parts.

Rather than creating something from metal, this process is more like a womb, nurturing a vibrant life.

And this life is by no means a benevolent thing.

Almost the instant they stepped into the heart of the workshop, two artisans accidentally fell into the furnace, their cries of agony barely audible.

In that instant, the words that had been haunting Anliwen's mind for days finally became clear:

"I will bless you as you forge this engine of war, which will mercilessly crush all the high walls and fortresses of your time."

"And you will be its forger!"

"Obey me, Vashtor's art!"

Driven by urge, Anliwen shouted, "Tell your superiors that I know how to do it! I can create it completely!"