Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 459 Ares's 40K Bizarre Adventure Begins (3K)

It seems I need to speed things up; there's no need for the Dark Angel to pursue his original peak strength.

Forcing people into things is one of the best-performing scenarios in the entire human empire.

After all, most of the time, those who manage to catch up end up with nothing.

Ryan turned away, and after thinking it over, decided to go back to sleep.

Any important matters can wait until you wake up.

He vaguely remembered his brother mentioning that eating well and sleeping well were the best preparation stages for resolving issues.

While Ryan at least had the idea of ​​making a public return to help take care of the mess.

Guilliman had not yet felt the help his father was offering with "good intentions," but had become accustomed to the countless cacophony of voices accumulating inside his brain.

He felt he was about to become that old man.

Before I returned, people were always talking about the God Emperor.

After taking on the heavy responsibility himself, people may realize that it is meaningless to mention the bones on the throne, but it is not illegal to add "Your Majesty the Regent" afterward.

Even the state religion cannot punish such blasphemy that places the regency after prayers to His Majesty.

People talk about their fathers and then their sons, what right do you servants of God have to chime in?

Even if you croak a few words, the Corpse Emperor might not care, as the Imperial Guards are all staying comfortably in the palace.

But if you croak a few words about Guilliman, a large number of Ultra Warriors, spread across a wide area, might just show up at your doorstep tonight.

Guilliman needed to use that wooden box as a pillow to dispel these distracting thoughts and make himself more comfortable.

Although the box hasn't been opened yet, the members of the Mechanicus have already seen it; inside there is only a stone tablet and a necklace.

The inscriptions on the stone tablet have become somewhat blurred over time, but some sentences remain clear, foreshadowing Guilliman's rise to become the ruler of mankind.

Guilliman admitted that those fanatical Mechanicus members who said these things in front of him, or even in the presence of Fobel, were suicidal.

But he only erased those people's memories and deleted some files; they had almost programmed their brains into living computers.

During the interrogation before Fobel erased his memory, he came to understand the thoughts of these Mechanicus members.

Many of them believed that the emperor was the god of all things, but was trapped in the identity of the master of mankind and could not let go of it.

Once Guilliman becomes the new Lord of Mankind, he can fully regain his identity as the God of Machines as the Emperor of Gods, without any further hindrance.

Guilliman was quite helpless about this and didn't even know how to explain it to Fobel.

He could only turn the page and simply use the wooden box as a pillow.

More importantly, he needed his brother to come and ask Luo Jia how to deal with the "distractions" he was experiencing now, given that his brother from over ten thousand years ago was the one who would never fall into depravity.

If these distracting thoughts were to be nurtured and transformed into gods in the subspace, I would probably end up like my father.

However, the father was already very abstract before he became a god, and he didn't make much progress after becoming a god.

And if I were to become a god—

Will he become a completely irrational work machine?

Guilliman tossed and turned in his pillow, unable to fall asleep. Unlike Ryan, he couldn't calm down, shift the blame, and fall asleep instantly.

This is one of the areas where he is inferior to other Primarchs.

He only rested for half an hour, and the original body's bodily functions completely restored his physical body to a healthy state.

As for the weariness of the soul, one can only leave it to fate.

Ahead lies a battle that requires my personal command. Abaddon's Black Legion is hidden on some planets in the physical world, and has always identified itself as part of the Empire.

They were commended by the Imperial Tax Bureau for paying taxes so regularly, and the State Religion, upon hearing this, sent a bunch of people in to try and get a share of the profits.

Upon arriving here, I discovered that the local beliefs were off; these people only talked about humanity and rarely mentioned the great God-Emperor.

This is intolerable; it's not like this in other imperial worlds.

No matter how miserable people are, the first person they should thank is the great sun, the emperor of mankind!

Therefore, the State Religion secretly contacted the Inquisition to begin an investigation, discovering that this place had become the Black Legion's logistical world, and all that had happened before was just a disguise.

To make matters worse, they encountered the Dark Legion passing by, and the enemy was disguised as Ultra Warriors.

After all, this blue can is the most abundant in the entire galaxy, and with the Primarch's return, the Empire is unlikely to go and inspect it extensively.

After the battle broke out, Guilliman received news that the Ultramarines and the State Church were fighting.

When the final information was compiled, it was discovered that it was a Black Legion in disguise.

Guilliman was exasperated by the whole story, but since it involved the Black Legion's deployment, he had to personally step in to suppress it.

After all, the damage inflicted on the Empire by the Chaos Enemy and the many aliens over the past ten thousand years can only be described as minor. Some members of the Chaos Court even believe that the battles between the four ancient entities were far more brutal.

All of this combined does not amount to the damage caused by Abaddon tearing apart the entire empire's territory.

In addition to the unusual movements detected by the Ugly Phoenix and the Filthy Moth, especially the communication records between the Black Legion messengers and all of the above discovered during the post-battle reconnaissance of the previous campaign against Evil Steel.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the Black Legion under Abaddon's command is now plotting an even more terrible disaster.

The most likely scenario is that another huge rift will tear open, turning the large crack into a black cross.

Thus, three-quarters of the empire would be unable to receive the light of the Golden Throne and would fall into the Dark Realm.

Abaddon then entered the real universe head-on, declaring that the three-quarters of human territory he ruled was the human empire.

What should be done if the succession to the throne is followed in the order of Emperor-Horus-Abaddon?

As for the skeleton on the throne now, that thing is the Corpse King, the culprit behind the current suffering of countless humans, and is no longer the great human emperor.

This gives even the many Astartes who betrayed the cause but did not join the Chaos a reason to fight for the ideals of the Emperor of Man.

Resisting the current Corpse King's concept of a god of humanity.

They are the true inheritors of the Empire's truth!

Oh no! If the Fallen Loka fully recovers and comes out to see this scene, on one side is the God-Emperor created by the State Religion.

On one hand, Chaos has gone mad and begun to follow the Imperial Truth.

I imagine it will exhale in response to the stress.

Ugh, my head hurts—

After finally getting a half-hour break, Guilliman began to speculate about the future based on the existing conditions, and that's when he came to this terrible conclusion.

But in any case, chaos is always the greatest enemy; its beauty is merely the beginning of luring you to indulge yourself and step into hell.

Perhaps reality is too harsh to survive, but chaos is certainly something far more terrifying than reality.

Guilliman could only hope that his efforts would help those who remained in reality to one day live a better life.

Is this the responsibility that my father shouldered back then?

Guilliman concealed his fatigue and got back to work.

The voyage was still some time away from ending, and he was already preparing to deploy his troops, requiring each combat unit to correspond to a specific part of the Black Legion.

Ideally, we should capture the envoy and interrogate him to extract more information.

Footsteps approached from behind; the power armor of the Imperial Guard and the power armor of the Astartes operated differently.

"Your Majesty, news has come from Terra that a powerful warrior will be sent to our front lines."

Guilliman frowned: "At the front lines? Even via the warp, it takes two months to get here from Terra. Just to send one person?"

Fobel whispered, "Through the subspace, but not via any ships; it's a long-distance subspace teleportation."

Guilliman took a deep breath and sighed, "His Majesty's decree? Only he would be so unreasonable. How strong is that warrior? Is he capable of turning the tide of battle single-handedly? It would be better to send over a high-level psionicist who can tear planets apart with his bare hands."

Folber bowed his head and said, “His Majesty seems to have anticipated this question. His decree states that this warrior, in his full-power state, can easily wipe out surface enemies without harm. More importantly, he possesses at least Primarch-level combat strength, surpassing what you require—”

Guilliman asked in bewilderment, "What do you mean by 'more than me'? Have I become a combat unit?"

Folber said reluctantly, "That's what His Majesty said. He thought you were too weak in the Primarch and specially sent you a warrior who can be commanded at will without any pity, so that you don't have to participate in boarding operations."

He added, "That was an immortal being."

Guilliman leaned his neck back against the wide chair back and closed his eyes:

"Was it an ancient person dug out from some nook or cranny, or some kind of modified warrior? If there really were such immortal beings, possessing Primarch-level combat power, they would have already dominated a region, or at least wouldn't have appeared to be at His Majesty's beck and call."

Fobel said, "Perhaps that warrior will arrive before us. He was personally sent into the warp by His Majesty, so there's no need to worry about his safety."

Meanwhile, in Holy Terra, Ares, who may have been eating his last meal, was summoned to appear before the saints.

A modified version of the Inquisitor's Power Armor with weaponry was already in place, equipment that a mortal could use.

As Ares was helped by the mechanical priests to put on his armor, he asked doubtfully, "This thing isn't as strong as I thought. I can tear it apart easily."

Neos said with dissatisfaction, "It's just for show, so no one knows your true identity. By the way, has your food been digested? You might feel a little dizzy on the journey ahead."

He claimed to be asking a question, but in reality, he didn't give Ares a chance to answer at all. He used his psionic energy to lift Ares up and send him to the foot of the palace, which was the nearest entrance to the warp.

"Don't worry, this isn't a toilet flush or a latrine entrance."

The psionic hand made a throwing motion, giving a final reminder:

“My son at the front is the thirteenth, named Robert Guilliman. I’m entrusting him to your care. Tell him that his father loves him.”

Chapter 460 The Emperor's Dark History, the God of War Deployed to the Greenskin Battlefield (3K)

The Imperial Guards panicked and hurriedly warned, "Your Majesty, such a risky act could cause the node beneath the Golden Throne to shatter."

After all, the toilet is already clogged, and you're still stuffing things in it. It's unlikely to explode, but you're worried about a lot of dirty stuff splashing out.

Something's not right. His Majesty used to be the most cautious person, and he didn't even trust his own sons.

Why is the other immortal being so active today?

The Black King reluctantly pulled Ares up, and then heard the guy speak:

Does a father's love for his son need to be transferred to someone else?

Ares asked, puzzled.

The guards on both sides were no longer able to participate in this conceptual conversation; they preferred to immerse themselves in other emotions rather than have any memory of the conversation between the two immortals.