Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 484 Luther's investigation into soil erosion in Caliban and sending a lawyer's letter to the fourth brother (3K)

Anda only realized he had been abandoned after his sons, the steward, and the donkey had all disappeared and none of them thought to come back for him.

Since the sons are unreliable, let's talk to the brothers.

At the previous gathering of immortals, he had already obtained a method to infiltrate the communications of other immortals. Although he could not show his face, he could only monitor the group chat.

But it's enough to amuse myself.

This was largely thanks to Ares's help; in fact, the Black King was close to God and obtained information from Ares, who had met with Him.

Black King has been in a good mood lately, having dug these secrets out of that supposedly most stubborn mouth in the entire galaxy.

Anda closed his eyes, completely unaware that several men in black robes, as if afraid others wouldn't know they were bad guys, had climbed up their house wall and were pulling out daggers, lurking towards him.

The communication channel for psionicists was not lively; almost no one was talking.

It seems that even without the couple, these people have gradually lost their desire to share due to their long lives. It is estimated that in thousands of years, everyone will become like Hades in terms of personality.

However, there are still old chat logs to view, which are psychic energy ripples that were saved in the past. They need to be copied and played.

"We've set off. We only have a general direction to Australia, as Neos mentioned. Hopefully, we can get there safely."

"But Apollo wants to take me to Crete first, saying that there are real minotaurs for me to see."

"Strange, I really wanted to see the Australian monitor lizards. But I've never seen a person with a bull's head before. I hope it's interesting enough."

This is Shiva's message. As the only immortal being currently interested in conducting social experiments on human civilization, he is still quite active.

Scrolling up further, the most frequent message was actually from Li Dan. This guy seemed to treat this place like a library, constantly stuffing it with the classics he recorded when he was an official in the Zhou Dynasty, and even expending spiritual energy to maintain the existence of these ripples.

Sigh, scholars are just so inflexible.

The people here, including myself, are all idiots. Any principles you summarize in the current era may suddenly become irrelevant after a few hundred years of dynastic changes and productivity development.

Instead of starting your own school of thought, gather a large group of people to learn your ideas, and then pass them on. They will naturally progress with the times.

If I were to establish an idea in the future, I would be prepared to spread it as widely as possible, ideally making it known to all of humanity.

What if there are heretics?

Don't be afraid, I'll just destroy all other faiths and leave no trace, not even a single idol! Haha!

Like a plow sweeping through a field, it cultivates true truth on the soil of a brand-new human civilization!

The truth is that I can pin those four bastards to the ground and beat them senseless!

(National Education: Yes, that's exactly what we do.)

At this moment, several men in black robes raised their daggers and approached Anda. They exchanged cautious glances, and the leader nodded.

Alas, the unlucky one who was chosen turned to stone and became unusable.

They need to find a new head, and it has to be someone who is guilty and an adult.

They glanced at the family briefly. The bald young man was clean and tidy, while the other adult was covered in gold and looked like someone not to be trifled with.

Only this middle-aged man had a dark aura about him, suggesting he had done a lot of petty theft in his daily life.

Quickly cut off his head and offer his body to the god of chaos.

If that statue's head doesn't come into regular contact with headless human corpses, it will cause a lot of trouble.

The men in black robes surrounded Anda, who was sitting on a recliner, and brandished their daggers.

Thirty thousand years later, Caliban, the San Leviro Monastery.

To be honest, the monastery no longer has the responsibility of knighting people, exploring forests, and securing living space for the people of Caliban.

Since the Emperor arrived, bringing his heavenly warriors and taking away his son, Caliban's living conditions have improved considerably.

They even reserved some of the most terrifying forests from the past as trials.

The Caliban knights who are now being appointed are all entering the forest to become Astartes, the dark angels. Even the losers are carried out by a bunch of little green-robed men.

Or perhaps Adam helped carry it out.

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A young knight was thrown to the ground, his waist armor covered in saliva—Adam's.

This lion, whose forelimbs have been replaced with mechanical arms, is not actually as large as those terrifying beasts in the forest, but it has grown up with Ryan since it was a cub and possesses considerable strength.

"If there hadn't been a sandpit that suddenly appeared there and I hadn't fallen into it, I definitely would have been able to kill that monster."

The young knight Lorren complained that the Caliban had three chances in their lives to be selected for the Astartes, and this was his second failure.

The people around him burst into laughter, while Luther, who had undergone half of the transformation, helplessly touched his face, yet another loser.

But judging from his tone and the reactions around him, the locals saw it as an honor, but did not discriminate against the loser.

Even if one cannot become a Dark Angel, there are other ways to contribute to the Caliban, the Primarchs, and the Emperor.

Adam walked over to Luther and licked his face with his tongue, a gesture of courtesy that Ryan had mentioned between family and friends.

Of course, Ryan himself was embracing her as if he wanted to break her ribs.

Let Adam, the lion, just lick people instead. You'll find it hard to refuse, since you can't judge a lion by human standards.

After Adam finished licking, he lay down on the spot, head held high, waiting for something. His big eyes sparkled like a cub's, rather than the majestic look of an adult lion.

Luther had to bend down and stroke Adam's mane. Only after the big cat was satisfied did Adam get up and leave.

Sigh, if only Ryan the lion were as easily fooled as Adam.

After petting the cat, Luther helped Lorren, who was lying on the ground, to his feet and laughed:

“It’s a sand pit again. I remember the last time I encountered a sand pit in the forest was more than forty years ago. At that time, a sand worm appeared in the forest, and that thing turned the soil into a desert.”

"You're in luck. I'll personally take you into the forest."

This isn't to question whether Lorren was lying, but rather it's Luther's duty to confirm the sand's presence with his own eyes.

If those sandworms were to reappear, a team of dark angels would be needed to deal with them most efficiently.

Although Ryan told him that Luthor could command the dark angels stationed on Caliban at will, and that Luthor himself was one of them.

However, Luther still understood that his transformation was not thorough, and the Terrans were younger and stronger.

Even the way he was being looked at was strange. Luther had always thought he was a very sensitive person, but for some reason, just as some dark thoughts were beginning to form in his mind—

That wretched lion, Adam, would stick out his tongue and lick his own face.

Luther was convinced that it was just an ordinary lion, with no mutations or special features, and not even particularly high intelligence.

Although the saliva doesn't smell bad, it still takes time to wash off my face every day.

But it was this very action that gradually calmed Luther down, allowing him to examine his own heart and confirm that he should do something beneficial in Caliban instead of being consumed by dark emotions.

Perhaps everything changed when we encountered that campsite in the forest.

A few days later, the Caliban Knights, fully prepared, set off; they were even allowed to wear the emblem of the Dark Angel.

Alternatively, the emblem of the Dark Angels may have originated from the knightly culture of Caliban.

People from the monastery and the surrounding area came to see him off.

To their surprise, just one day later, Luther and his group rushed back, each covered in grit, yet no injuries were visible.

Only Luther hid in the deepest part of the monastery and began writing letters to Lane.

“Lane, we must stop the continued development of Iron Heart in Caliban.”

“During the selection process, we encountered a situation of severe water and soil loss. Near that camp, a large area of ​​trees had been cut down, and there were traces of burning on the ground. Even the surface plants were moved away.”

"This was definitely done by the Iron Hearts. Their machinery and factories are heavily polluting. Although they provide us with convenient tools, the environmental pollution they cause is immeasurable! This level is enough for now. You must personally come forward and tell the Lord of Steel!"

"Otherwise, when the entire city of Caliban becomes a factory, the soil turns into sand pits, and the sky is filled with pollution and dust, it will be too late to regret it!"

Luther finished writing his report on soil erosion in Caliban overnight and strongly reminded Lane that it was happening near their forest camp.

That's Caliban's holy land!

This letter will be carried to the front lines in the body of a dark angel, ensuring that Ryan reads it personally.

He doesn't dare to use the Star Speakers to transmit now, because Caliban's Star Speaker watchtowers were built by the Iron Heart.

I've heard that the Ironhearts are also planning to get involved in the Empire's training of Star Speakers and Navigators, claiming that their biological research can help create buffered bodies to allow psionicists to more efficiently realize their value.

What does it mean to "live up value"? This is blatant exploitation!

After Luther finished writing the letter, he still felt it wasn't enough. He had to take it to Terra and get the Imperial Ministry of Justice to issue an official letter with the force of a government decree to the Ironheart.

If necessary, the Caliban reserves the right to require Ironheart to compensate for environmental damage!

Such a large-scale undertaking was not because Luther was overly sensitive, but because he had witnessed firsthand that the ground modifications were simply beyond human capability.

It was clearly the work of a highly skilled faction, either Imperial Fist or Iron Warrior.

Only the Iron Warriors faction, the Iron Hearts, is dedicated to setting up factories on the homeworlds of the Primarchs and even on the worlds they conquer; naturally, it could only be them doing this.

If no one were to exercise restraint, Luther would worry that the entire Caliban would be hollowed out and transformed.

Chapter 485 Young Ryan and the Headless Stone Man (3K)

Luther's report was actually somewhat exaggerated; the area of ​​the excavated land was only a drop in the ocean compared to the total land area.

It's even about the same size as their monastery.

So much so that when Ryan received the letter, he was still wondering if Luther had lost his mind.

Many of the initial resources in that camp came from Peturabo. What's wrong with letting the fourth brother dig up some soil? He can't possibly empty the entire Caliban.

In the past, Ryan might have simply ignored Luther's idea and not responded to it.

But Ryan, who was on the front lines, calmed down and wrote a reply, explaining their brotherhood and at most asking Olympia to send more cattle.

It's best if they're roasted, because sending those creatures to Caliban while they're still alive can easily affect them. And the camp left by my brother isn't that big; it can't even house a company, so bringing in a few cows would be a waste.

After dealing with this matter, Ryan had more important frontline matters to attend to.

At least four companies of Dark Angels are gathering, representing half the strength of the entire legion.

To deal with this troublesome enemy, a stone alien named Marvin was created.