Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Wozniak had already walked straight to the edge of the front shelf, lay down on the ground, and crawled under the shelf.

I wonder how old this old man is, but he's quite agile.

After disappearing into the darkness under the shelf, it was nowhere to be seen for a long time.

Yu An frowned. Oh no, these swindlers from the state religion might be trying to run away!

This is where sacred objects are kept, and Yu'an dares not gamble on their authenticity, therefore he cannot rashly wage war here.

Strangely, even with his super hearing, he couldn't determine which direction Wozniak had crawled in, unless he stayed completely still once inside—

"Ouch, ouch! Help me out, I'm stuck!"

The next moment, Wozniak's voice drifted from under the shelf, accompanied by the gasps of breath from his chest.

It turns out the old man really was stuck inside.

He crouched down slightly, lifted the shelf in front of him with one hand, and grabbed Wozniak's leg with the other, pulling him out like a little chick.

"How can the sacred relic of our Father of Genetics be stored in such a lowly place!"

Yuan was very dissatisfied. He had just observed that many of the relics had descriptions of their origins, and most of them were entrusted to the state religion by Terran nobles to avoid the expensive relic maintenance tax.

These were all left behind by their ancestors more than 10,000 years ago, during the Great Crusade or even the Siege of Terra, when they fought against the great enemy of Chaos under His Majesty's glory.

But what does it mean when His Majesty stepped out of the palace with his left foot on the first brick?

What does this thing represent? Does it mean that His Majesty's dominant foot is his left foot?

Wozniak coughed a few times, signaling to Yuan to put him down.

Once they reached the ground, they said regretfully:

"The relics related to Lord Dorne are those metal pieces at the bottom of this shelf. Ten thousand years ago, they were two crosses, bound together by the God-Emperor's decree, and endured three cycles of the sun and moon."

“They were recast into these shelves for storing the relics at some unknown time. We can’t find any corresponding records, just as if the two crosses didn’t exist at all, as if they were something left over from another time.”

"Please come with me to remove these relics. You possess the great legacy of the Imperial Fist, the gene seed from the Primarch. You will surely be able to glean something from them."

Wozki took the lead in removing the sacred objects from the top, including what was said to be dead skin from His Majesty's heels. This was because, during the time when the imperial truth was being promoted, His Majesty had gone mad for a period of time, wanting to prove to others that he was indeed a human being, not a god, and that he too had metabolism.

However, these are all unofficial histories and not worth mentioning.

Once the creatures on the shelf were cleared away, the enormous metal shelf, after more than ten thousand years, still maintained its brand-new appearance.

Wozniak directed Yuan to flip through the shelves, searching for the location where the Primarch might have been bound when it was shaped like a cross.

"Stop! This is it!"

When one section was turned face up and displayed in front of the two, Wozniak hurriedly spoke, pointing to the barely perceptible marks, and loudly proclaimed:

"These are the marks left when Primarch IV and Lord Dorne were chained to the cross!"

"The Primarch's skin once touched it, and under the decree of the God-Emperor, it endured three days and months!"

Yu An clenched his fists, wishing he could smash the man's head into his chest with one punch.

"Don't compare traitors to our genetic fathers!"

His voice was filled with intense anger; this was the final warning.

In the past, such loud noises were only used to shout at the enemy.

Whether out of sheer audacity or a deliberate attempt to tease the Black Templar, Wozniak continued:

"You are welcome to come forward and experience it, but I cannot guarantee which one you will perceive."

"This side may be what we want, or it may not be."

Upon hearing these words, Yu An was ready to turn around and leave, but he couldn't help but hesitate.

Is this truly a memento of the suffering my father endured?

Before His Majesty the Regent returned, these Space Marines were all orphans.

Now that the Ultramarines have a father, they act much more arrogant when they go out. Before, when they met on the battlefield, the Ultramarines would always avoid his sharp edge.

What advantages do these ordinary blue cans have besides having a large number of people?

Now that she has a father, things are different now. Sigh, if only I could find even a trace of my father—

Yu An still couldn't resist his obsession and knelt down on one knee in front of the shelf.

It is said that the pure Imperial Fist Legion, and even the warbands that were split up and passed down, have been exhausted.

Only when the final High Wall Agreement is triggered will the many fragmented sub-clusters gather in the solar system and reorganize their legions.

Although the agreement on the surface stipulated that it would only take place when Terra faced an unprecedented crisis.

However, such behavior is also a blatant violation of the Astartes Codex.

It's all their fault for having a father. If their father were to return, the Black Temple would tear up your lousy holy book in no time and rename it the Fist of the Empire.

Although Sigismund, the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, was personally expelled from the ranks of the battle by Dorn, this is not important and need not be publicized or spread.

After an ancient prayer ended, Yuan finally raised his head and touched the spot where his father's skin had touched ten thousand years ago.

The moment the two came into contact, a sudden change occurred.

His hand seemed to reach into metal, only to be grasped by another large hand.

Yu'an dared not move, for the connection from the gene seed was unleashing a powerful surge of energy.

This is a fluctuation that cannot be compared to the connection between Astartes' peers or the inheritors of the gene seed; it can only be felt by being personally by the Father of Genes.

A surge of power and energy coursed through Yu'an's body, as if he could defeat even more enemies of the Emperor now that he was being held by this hand!

If he could carry this iron frame onto the battlefield, even if he only used one hand to hold the weapon, he would become the enemy's nightmare!

Yes, this is the sacred artifact that the Imperial Fist lineage has always dreamed of.

By touching this shelf, one can get the feeling of being held by the Primarch himself!

What Space Marine gets to fight hand-in-hand with their Primarch?

(World Eater: You don't know this, we were all holding the Primarch's hand.)

Chapter 436 First, take Coz's hand as a shield (3K)

"The Holy Terra Banner shall be maintained immediately; I will return tonight with this iron frame."

Yu An immediately pulled her hand back.

Although he missed the feeling of being held by that hand in the shelf, it was like his long-forgotten childhood, when his father would lead him home by the hand.

That is the happiest time.

But he would not succumb to it, knowing full well that the underlying tone of this galaxy was now darkness and turmoil.

The most urgent task is to bring this relic back to the Black Sanctum, as it may give rise to a powerful force that is second only to the Primarch!

Wojciech got up from the ground and hurriedly said:

"Then the records of the Beast Wars? I don't know why you're investigating these things, but are you just going to ignore that?"

Yu'an removed the part of the iron frame that originally belonged to the cross, carried it on his shoulder, and said:

"This is not a secret. We are searching for prophecies or other clues left by other lost Primarchs in order to trace our Gene Father."

“Those beings who were once demigods could never have died unless it was their destiny. If we can find clues about the Primarch’s return in other records, it may be possible to help our Father of Genetics return.”

"But now that we have this, those records are no longer important. With it, we can even believe that our father is standing beside us, assisting us in this battle."

He hoped that every fighting brother who inherited the fist of the Empire would be able to have his father hold his hand.

This experience will be one they will remember for the rest of their lives.

He even felt that even if there were brothers from the rebellious faction, once he reached out and made contact, they would surely weep with joy and return to the glory of the empire.

To put it blasphemously, even His Majesty might not be able to do this; only the Primarch could.

After all, the rebellion back then wasn't entirely due to chaos; there were also reasons related to dissent against the empire.

Yu An did not shy away from mentioning that there were individual rebels among the Imperial Fist warriors, unlike the First Legion, which was extremely sensitive about this topic.

He simply felt that they were close to finding their father, and that what they had encountered on their return to Terra was the first step toward a better tomorrow.

559 BC, on the southern coast of Greenland.

Koz's little hands were stealing food in the middle of the night. He was caught because Anglon happened to wake up from his dream, noticed the noise in the kitchen, and came over to see what was happening.

The two brothers were exceptionally enthusiastic when they met. Now that there were no adults to discipline them, Angron also showed his childlike nature.

Having failed to properly hold Coz's hand before, he was now eager to redeem himself and pounced on her.

The two brothers bustled about in the kitchen, making quite a racket, but they remembered not to break any pots or pans or spill any food on the floor.

Xiao An's body is larger than this small hand, so its dexterity is somewhat inferior.

In the end, I lost track of her at the kitchen door, watching as her little hand headed straight for the largest bedroom.

Based on Xiao Shou's deduction, the old father would live in the best house, which should be here.

He hurriedly said, "Hey, that's Aunt Athena's room, not where Dad sleeps!"

However, Xiao Shou mistook his words for Xiao An's plan to catch him, and instead of slowing down, he rushed into the bedroom. When he saw the bearskin bed, he knew that the old man was enjoying himself.

He jumped up and rammed into the heart of the person on the bed.

Dad, I need to talk to you about something. Wait, Dad, why are you cold?

There's a dead person in bed!

Dad is dead!

Upon touching the corpse, Coz's little hands were not puzzled as to why his father's pectoral muscles had shrunk and why his gender had changed.

Because when Coz himself founded the publication, he collected many interesting anecdotes about Primarchs and even human emperors.

Ask anyone in the empire, who wouldn't be excited to hear that the emperor had once dressed as a woman?

If men have such perfect physiques, imagine how beautiful a female emperor would be!

As Koz struggled to get up to call his brother over, the corpse's cold hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his left shoulder.

In an instant, he felt as if he had sunk into an endless, dizzying maze, and a clear, wise gaze was fixed on him, reaching out to grasp his hand.