Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Or we could just temporarily deafen these Imperial Guards.

But in the end, the emperor did not do so, and simply waited patiently for Ares to come to his senses.

This old friend was someone He hadn't seen for tens of thousands of years, but in Ares's memory, they had only been separated for a month.

Chapter 458 Black King Guilliman, Daddy Has a Gift for You (3K)

"What is this place?"

Ares finally looked up at the skeleton sitting high on the throne, but his eyes showed little reaction to the massive temple-like structure.

He just felt that the person on the throne looked familiar.

Fortunately, the Imperial Guards had no desire to perform at this moment and didn't insist on talking about etiquette.

His Majesty has already given the order that they only need to pretend to be deaf and blind.

Neos struggled to squeeze out some hoarse sounds from his already damaged lungs, rather than the earth-shattering psychic echo:

"Your most trusted brother—"

Ares quickly realized what was happening: "Alright, stop talking. My most trusted brother is Hades."

Neos grew dissatisfied and reverted to his psionic voice: "Give me some face, at least. Those below are my creations, my other sons."

Upon hearing this, all the Imperial Guards present were trembling and unable to control themselves.

It may even require forcibly commanding one's body to remain calm, suppressing the excited consciousness deep within the soul.

If Slaanesh were to come and corrupt at this time, he might just take away several souls who are indulging in this kind of bliss.

The great God-Emperor actually mentioned that the Imperial Guard was another kind of son of His.

Even if Terra were to be destroyed in the next moment, they would stand guard by His Majesty's side with deep reverence!

Of course, it would be better if Terra were not destroyed. Let them stay by His Majesty's side forever, dedicating their lives to this one goal and ignoring the current state of the Empire outside Terra. They would be willing to do that!

This sentiment even made the Imperial Guards, who thought that Ares, the one who could elicit such words from His Majesty, appear kind and benevolent.

Until Ares said the following:

"Another kind of son? You cheated on me? Does Erda know?"

Neos hadn't understood his old friend's thought process for tens of thousands of years, and was taken aback. He hurriedly said, "There is no such behavior. They do not reproduce in the way you understand it."

Ares breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's what Erda mentioned before. She said she wanted you to try to get pregnant. It seems the plan worked."

Nios roared angrily, "Enough! You just need to listen to what I say and do what I say. No need for further explanation."

It's not about having children as you understand it. It refers to the fact that the Imperial Guards are genetically modified humans whom he carefully selected and nurtured, each one of whom he treated like his own child.

He still thought the slightly slow-witted Ares was quite good. This Ares, perhaps because of his contact with Tzeentch, had a rather unpredictable way of thinking and a worryingly poor ability to understand.

Fortunately, Ares was new to the place, and it was quite good that he was able to quickly accept that the skeleton sitting high on the throne was his brother.

At present, there are only some drawbacks to proactive thinking, which can be ignored.

When Neos asked himself to follow the will of the outside world, Ares returned to peace.

However, he was still somewhat curious about this so-called non-traditional concept of procreation. If it wasn't women who gave birth, then it could only be men, right? That made sense.

Neos pondered the words and then described it for the time being:

"This is the era you know, more than 40,000 years later, my brother. Humanity's territory spans across the stars, but the great enemy of chaos and many alien enemies lurk in the darkness, plotting to destroy human civilization."

"Nearly one in ten of my sons are gone. Although a considerable military force remains, humanity lacks a military commander."

Ares immediately shook his head and said, "My wisdom is limited to my personal survival; I am not good at commanding an army."

(Immortals don't need much intelligence to ensure their personal survival.)

The Imperial Guards were all disappointed, for His Majesty's words were tantamount to appointing you as the Imperial War General!

They desperately wanted this to happen, because they couldn't allow His Majesty the Regent Robert Guilliman to hold absolute power.

Secondly, His Majesty Guilliman himself is also in a state of being unable to attend to both ends.

Having a Primarch-level entity to share the military burden would be beneficial to the Empire.

Unexpectedly, this fellow directly rejected His Majesty's kindness, which is truly ungrateful!

Neos burst into laughter:

"It's just a mismatch in intelligence, not a problem with ability. It seems you're very confident in yourself."

Ares's expression was resolute as he truthfully stated:

"Aaron once mentioned the problem of Chaos Contamination and described the existence of the Four Ancient Ones. When I was finally able to fight that ancient being even for just one move, I felt that I was much stronger than before."

Aaron? The emperor's eldest son, the most closely guarded secret within the entire empire.

The Imperial Guards turned their backs in unison, signifying their solemn commitment to maintaining secrecy.

Neos scoffed, “That was because I helped you. Even if you can’t command an army, my God of War, you can at least be a valiant warrior, fighting on the front lines or carrying out secret missions. You are immortal, so there’s no need to send my precious warriors to sacrifice themselves for many missions involving guiding beacon bombing.”

The Imperial Guards, who had turned their backs, felt that His Majesty was completely different today; his language and words were more like those of a conversation with an old friend.

It can even be witnessed that His Majesty's humanity is returning in abundance, rather than being in a cassette tape-like state when he first met the Primarch.

Perhaps in the near future, even if the God Emperor is unable to stand, he will be able to assist in handling some imperial affairs by regaining his sanity.

At least some major errors can be corrected.

Ares did not object to Neos's request after his demotion, and nodded in agreement:

"That's fine. Anyway, I don't need to think. Just tell me who to kill and how to do it, that's enough."

Neos laughed with satisfaction. Look, this is the best war god, the best "son".

The previous sons were all too free-willed, insisting on doing something big, which ruined their plans.

If only I hadn't created the Primarch back then, or had only restrained myself from creating the Astartes at the most basic genetic seed stage.

Then they will find their brothers and sisters to return as commanders of the legion. Judging from the fact that Athena showed no signs of corruption even after being directly taken over by Tzeentch, this should be a sure thing.

But where did all the immortals go? Why didn't they come to help me?

Neos could not recall the true reason. The time ten thousand years ago had become increasingly dark, turning into a misty realm within the actual river of time, and even the flowing time itself had become what is known as the Black Domain.

Anyway, Guilliman was stuck inside for nine hours, so it's not a big problem.

The Black King regained his seriousness:

"Take my best friend to confirm the current state of the Empire, forge the most suitable power armor, and discard the weapons. Soon, I will see the name of a hero resound throughout the Empire's borders."

Guilliman, your father has brought you something good this time. I hope you're as ruthless as I am.

Ares hurriedly clutched his stomach and said:

"Is there any food? That last move exhausted all my strength, and I'm really starving now."

The voice from the throne grew increasingly serious, eventually culminating in simple statements:

"To provide hospitality."

The guards approached respectfully and guided the way. Ares hurriedly followed, too lazy to continue catching up with his good brother.

In his eyes, they had only been apart for a little over a month. Although his younger brother's current state was somewhat frightening, his tone of voice didn't seem to indicate any serious problem. He guessed it was just a decorative style.

It's like how Egyptian pharaohs liked to mummify themselves after they died.

When silence returned before the throne, one of the royal guards spoke up:

“Your Majesty, Folber has conveyed the Regent's wish that His Majesty still has a son. If you are of sound mind, you need his assistance—”

boom!

The massive psionic storm was impressive, but it didn't cause any real damage. It only blocked the Imperial Guard's throat and trachea, and the blockage wouldn't be lifted for three hours.

Holding their breath for three hours is not surprising for a force of the Imperial Guard.

However, it does silence them, preventing the Black King from becoming unhappy.

Isn't He doing his job while sitting on the golden throne?

Why does he have to review documents while squatting on the toilet? If there were such a torturous job in the world, a Chaos God in charge of overwork and exhaustion should have appeared in the Warp long ago.

Unfortunately, the four gods' retinues were all so engrossed in their own desires that they did not feel tired from their work.

Only within the warp-space black factory of Vashtor do some similar emotions exist, but they are not enough to give rise to any existence.

Unfortunately, all the efforts of the Imperial Guards to push His Majesty to re-engage in imperial affairs ended in failure.

Perhaps this also shows that the human element still remains in this god-emperor.

People tend to slide down the part of the mountain that is laziest and where things are easiest to manage.

However, these may be the arguments the Imperial Guards used to convince themselves.

Meanwhile, the dark side of the empire.

Ryan, who was curled up in a giant tree trunk in a desolate world, did not look as tired as before.

Perhaps the mental comforting effect of the Warlord's appointment he carried was too significant, because Ryan no longer needed to return to his Shadow Forest to sleep and rest during his travels.

After scavenging the surrounding wild creatures, the old lion dug a hole in a tree and climbed inside.

The old man no longer values ​​face as much as he did when he was young, and lying in a tree hole is no longer a shameful thing.

The Primarch opened his eyes. There was no danger around. He had just had a dream. He dreamt that a figure he had never seen before was sitting in the seat of the Imperial Warmaster. Judging from the size of the figure, it was a human.

He was aware that his father had other war generals before Horus.

However, the scene in his dream was not the ancient past, but a future.

Is a new War Commander returning?

Is it because he has been staying in the dark side of the Empire collecting fallen angels without making it public?

Is the old man using such dreams to urge himself on?

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, blaming everything on the emperor.