Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"You World Eaters actually have cooks now. I just saw someone outside serving meat soup. I guess it's from the alien flesh you captured. If the Imperial authorities see this, they'll start questioning you again. While it's not a human rights crisis, people will worry about Astartes' image."

“You World Eaters can’t possibly fall to the level of the ghouls back then.”

"As for Lord Angron's offer to assign me a position, I'll pass. I don't wish to become a link between the World Eaters and the Imperial Fist; that's not my forte. I'll leave once I've won a hundred battles."

Kahn, naturally unable to mention the existence of Little Angron, sneered:

"We still have a few hours before we set off. Looking at your smug face, I really want to fight you right now."

The two locked eyes, but their gazes weren't intense enough to spark a lightning bolt.

Sigismund shrugged:

"Fine, I just won once anyway, so I won't interfere with your normal military affairs."

He glanced around and saw that there was still steam in the kitchen. He went in, scooped up a bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Didn't you put in any seasoning? Why does it taste like noodles made with reinforced concrete?"

The moment he put down the bowl and finished speaking, his perception as a top expert made this Imperial Fist realize that he seemed to have angered all the World Eaters around him.

Several brave soldiers from the Eighth Company had already walked forward and silently formed a circle.

Kahn put on his helmet, tossed a chainsaw sword to Sigismund, and gripped the power axe his teammate handed him.

Sigismund caught the chainsaw sword and hurriedly said:

"Should we fight? Right here? Right now?"

His response was Kahn's roar and a rapidly approaching axe.

More than 10,000 years later, the Holy Terra.

Wozki was standing on the table, acting like a madwoman, demanding from Euan the specific records of what appeared to be the Fire Dragon Lord's audience with the throne during the War of the Beasts.

Because of his height, the bishop had to stand directly on the table.

"If you don't let me see it today, I won't protect your flag!"

The bishop was practically disheveled and unkempt, looking like a resentful wife questioning her husband.

Euan, the warrior of the Black Temple, listened indifferently as the bishop finished shouting, without uttering a single word.

Human strength is limited, and besides, this bishop did not replace his own vocal organs with a mechanical megaphone.

For a time, imperial officials particularly liked to do this: they would press a switch, plug in a megaphone, and start shouting at each other, just to see who would go deaf first.

Only the majority of people within the state religion believe that only the doctrines spoken by themselves are the gospels that uphold the glory of the divine emperor.

The sound emitted by the mechanical loudspeaker lacks soul and is easily manipulated by the cult of mechanical gods, directed towards the god of all machines.

When Wozniak was almost ready to throw away his dignity and challenge a Black Templar champion to a duel, Euan simply reached out and tapped Wozniak's head, preventing the latter from making any further progress.

He finally spoke:

“Your Excellency, mind your manners. Do not be so rude under the watchful eye of the Divine Emperor.”

Wozniak was furious, his face contorted with rage.

Dignity? What dignity? The Divine Emperor is suffering from uncontrollable diarrhea. If this gets out, no one will have any dignity left!

"This is a duty personally bestowed upon me by the Grand Marshal, unless you wish to become His Majesty's enemies—"

Yu An moved his hand, the first such movement he made since entering the conference room and taking his grip on the hilt of the chainsaw sword.

Faced with the chainsaw sword, Wozniak finally calmed down a bit, remembering to tidy his clothes, jump off the table, and return to his chair.

"Let's have a peaceful discussion, why resort to violence?"

These canned goods with crosses aren't as polite as those blue canned goods; they're quick to threaten to kill someone's whole family.

The Divine Emperor never said that our state religion was an enemy; at most, it was something His Majesty might have said more than ten thousand years ago.

As a member of the state church, Wozniak was at least self-aware.

Many of these ancient warbands are still dreaming of the great expeditions of ten thousand years ago, living in the dream of the empire's rapid development, and have never woken up, which is truly pitiful.

For the Empire to keep running, we have to rely on that thing on the throne still being able to function. You Space Marines who go on all sorts of expeditions with various "affixes" are probably just playing cosplay.

It seems that as long as one is on some kind of expedition, the future of the empire will surely be bright, and one's past sins can be redeemed.

Actually, you are not guilty at all. It's just that humans are not happy, and this world is too demonic.

Of course, the State Religion can only think these things internally. If anyone dares to say them in front of any Space Marine, no one can protect him unless His Majesty himself comes.

"How about this, we'll exchange something for it."

Wozniak then sought other methods; they brought along cherubim, who could review the records in just three hours.

He now felt the same way as His Majesty on the throne. If he had diarrhea, he wouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes, let alone three hours.

Your Majesty has waited for over ten thousand years; this must be resolved immediately!

He wanted to reveal his true purpose, which he was so eager to achieve, but if he did, the Black Sanctuary might not immediately kill him, this heretic who had blasphemed His Majesty.

The God-Emperor himself would manifest himself to strike him dead.

Fortunately, the Black Templars were one of the chapters that valued relics the most. After Wozki proposed this method, they were finally moved, but said:

"We are Your Majesty's loyal warriors, and we earn our honors through our own merits, not by being abandoned by others."

Wozniak gave a mysterious smile: "It's related to Lord Roger Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist."

Yu'an immediately changed his tune: "Tell me about it."

In this era where living saints and divine emperors bestow blessings more and more frequently, any sacred object could become the key to destroying the enemies of the divine emperor.

They do not expect a response to every sacred object, but for these precious things to remain in the hands of the state religion is a desecration, a jewel obscured.

Wozniak feigned mystery, waving his hand to dismiss the others, who were actually all on his side, since there was only one person from the other side.

He waited until no one was around before whispering;

"It's a secret from before the Great Crusade, and the reason it can't be told to outsiders is because it involves the Fourth Primarch. It's a cross that imprisoned the Primarch for several nights before the sun rose on Terra."

"Be bold!"

With a furious shout, Yuan leaped up, his blade swung toward Wozniak.

Chapter 435 The Hand of Dorne (3K)

The current situation is clearly not what Wozniak had anticipated.

Logically speaking, once I mentioned that this relic was related to Lord Dorne, you mere Black Sanctuary members would immediately bow down and beg for the item.

But why is it a chainsaw sword that's being swung at?

Fortunately, Wozniak has always been a cautious person and carries a protective force field with him.

Even so, seeing the sparks flying everywhere, he knew that this guy had murderous intent.

"How dare you speak such nonsense! How dare the father of my genes align himself with the betrayed!"

Yu'an didn't care about anything else; all he knew was to accelerate, accelerate, and shred the thing in front of him into dust.

Just as the Blood Angels have PTSD about the name Horus, the Imperial Fist bloodline harbors the same hatred and rage towards Primarch IV.

Wozniak had no choice but to grit his teeth and immediately raise his hand to swear:

"I swear in the name of the God-Emperor that my words are true! Otherwise, may I be condemned to eternal damnation, and may my soul never again be illuminated by the Golden Throne!"

Generally speaking, you can question everything about the State Church, even whether it is planning to assassinate Guilliman to seize power.

But the one thing that cannot be questioned is their loyalty to the God-Emperor.

Not to mention they are currently in Holy Terra, not far from the Golden Throne.

Despite such a deadly oath, Yu'an snorted coldly, but still managed to break through the force field. He then kicked Wozki away without using much force, lest he kill him with a single kick.

The power armor gradually approached Wozniak, who had crashed into the wall and was coughing incessantly.

"Where is the thing?"

Wozniak, clutching his chest, got up, thinking he'd finally gotten through this ordeal, and hurriedly said:

“I’ll take you there now, but regarding the records of the Salamander Primarch—”

Yuan's helmet bent at a barely perceptible angle. Wozniak was overjoyed and hurriedly used the communication device to order his subordinates to go to Yuan's room to check.

He was then lifted up by the neck by Yu'an and carried in front of him, like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey to guide the way.

"lead the way."

Wozniak felt little panic; at least the Yuan before him had become someone he could interact with.

Unlike the divine emperor above them, who, after each ceremonial worship, finally gets a chance to meet His Majesty, only to find himself completely at a loss for words when he looks up.

Their prayers went unanswered, and they didn't even know if His Majesty had heard their piety.

Sigh, it might be lucky for their state religion to have such a god.

After all, God will not refute anything they do in the name of God.

Upon realizing this, Wozniak burst out laughing, and the large hand gripping his neck nearly twisted his head off.

"What were you thinking just now? How dare you insult our holy legion!"

Wojciech didn't dare to be negligent, nor did he answer the question; he simply kept pointing the way.

Before long, they arrived at a warehouse of the State Church nearby, where a large number of sacred relics, which were treasured by many mortal legions and even poorer warbands, were displayed.

It didn't appear scattered or dilapidated; everything was neatly arranged, much cleaner than many imperial archives.

Wozniak had already adopted a devout posture. He was placed on the ground by Yuan and bowed every three steps, paying homage to the state religious flag at the top of the gate.

When he reached the door, he had some scratches on his forehead before he pushed it open.

The interior rooms, which are not luxurious or grand, are simply furnished in the style of a normal warehouse.

Is this really one of the places where sacred objects of the state religion are kept?

You should know that any other warband treats sacred artifacts as their most prized possessions; they would never devalue them like this.

Yu An followed closely behind, looked around for a while, and then spoke in a cold voice:

"These relics, if I may be frank, seem to be of very low quality. If the relics you mentioned are related to our genetic fathers, they would certainly not be stored here."