Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Black King's posture on the recliner was relatively normal, unlike the old man's, which was all sorts of strange poses.

After all, He is trapped on the golden throne. If His physical body were to adapt to the changes in His soul and adopt a posture such as crossing His legs or something even more unseemly, that would be quite troublesome.

Ferrus respectfully recounted his other discoveries, saying:

"Your Majesty, it seems I have gained the ability to petrify."

"These heads are also hot-swappable. If I prepare more heads with various functions, I can replace them with the appropriate head that has the best capabilities when I need to deal with a particular enemy."

Black King nodded and said:

“Not bad, this is quite an unexpected bonus. I’ll have the Imperial Guards search down there to see if there are any stones with unusual materials and effects that we can carve into your head.”

The Black King looked around and saw that the divine kingdom was beginning to take shape. He was able to use more divine power without being reduced to a corner of chaos.

He is Him, a man of unwavering integrity.

Compared to those few self-degrading good-for-nothings, they naturally felt a great sense of superiority.

"Ferus, go assist Guilliman. An army of undead is threatening Guilliman's plans. Show those mechanical skeletons how the power of souls is used."

Outside the city of Mendis, in 599 BC.

Aaron's family rested for another day before preparing to set off.

The direction they were heading out of the city was right towards the merchants of Grenier, who were also preparing to take advantage of the passing of winter and the arrival of spring to make a trip to the southern ports to buy some goods.

Grenier liked Aaron very much. Perhaps because he usually had no one to chat with, he naturally regarded Aaron as a kindred spirit after meeting a young man who could patiently listen to his stories.

If the age gap is even greater, then it becomes a friendship that transcends age.

Grenier gave Aaron the new Phrygian hat that he had originally prepared for his eldest son.

"Although it's spring, it will still be cold where you're going for a while. Since you don't have hair, wear a hat to keep warm."

"May Mithras, the god of light, guide your way."

Xiao An jumped up to take the hat from her brother, climbed onto Aaron's back, and carefully put the hat on her brother.

He even turned his head to the side and asked in confusion:

"Uncle, isn't the god of light Apollo?"

Grenier laughed:

"When we get to the eastern region, we naturally follow the gods that the locals believe in. Their god of light is called Mithras."

Anda was too lazy to get off the donkey cart and didn't even say a few words to the people who came to see him off.

He already knew that his son could make friends wherever he went and have a place to stay when he was away from home.

After getting ready, the family set off, with Aaron shaking his hat.

This was the first time he hadn't felt his head get cold in such cold weather, and he couldn't help but wonder:

“Father, even though I was bald when I was a child, didn’t you ever think of giving me a hat to wear in winter?”

Chapter 495 Guilliman: On the matter of the Mechanicus finding an angel (3K)

Aaron's family got lost because the old man stubbornly believed that the path he had chosen was the right one.

Some people had suggested that they head south to the port, where there was a lot of trade between East and West. They were going to Chaldea, which was the Kingdom of Babylon, and could easily reach it by following any caravan heading east.

However, the old man remained stubborn, shouting that they had taken this very road when they came to Greece.

Even when the group walked into the cold mountain valley, where there wasn't even a blade of grass to be seen on the road, the old man was still being stubborn.

It's no problem. As long as Marum pulls out his chainsaw sword and digs a tunnel, they can reach Mesopotamia.

Anyway, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, so no one can say he's wrong.

Aaron simply didn't bother to say anything, set up his tent on the spot, and figured that since it was already dark, he would rest for the night and then look for a way out.

Fortunately, they brought enough food, which wouldn't spoil easily in the cold weather. They camped and made a fire in this desolate and lonely place, which could be considered as finding joy in hardship and had a unique charm.

Anyway, this area is sparsely populated, so it's unlikely that anyone would use it as a cemetery.

There's no need to worry about Xiao An and Marum encountering a corpse when they go to the mountainside to pick plants in the middle of the night.

Xiao An, for some reason, believed his father's nonsense and insisted that the plants growing on cliffs were the most precious and even had various wonderful uses.

Well, with Marum watching over him, he won't die from the fall, so let him be.

Aaron has gradually become familiar with some of the old man's ways of thinking without realizing it. If this subtle influence continues, he will eventually become the new Anda Will.

In other words, since I died young, I shouldn't have completely turned into that useless old man over the next six hundred years. What I'll leave for my future brothers is still a good image.

As he thought this, he felt sleepy, so he simply didn't take off the hat that had been given to him, but instead wore it even tighter.

Alas, neither my father nor my mother ever thought that in winter, with no hair on their heads, they would need to wear a hat to stay warm.

You have to rely on yourself for everything.

And so, Aaron, who felt warmth on his scalp for the first time in the cold season, drifted off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still on the command platform of Guilliman's warship, which he had visited several times before. The Imperial Guard, Fobel, was standing upright beside him.

Upon seeing me, they nodded and bowed, but did not move from their positions.

Aaron looked around and saw that the seats were empty and Guilliman was nowhere to be seen, so he asked:

"Folber, where is Guilliman?"

Fobel pointed down; the command platform they were on had been raised to a higher altitude.

Guilliman was directly below the platform, so Aaron did not find him.

Perhaps sensing his brother's arrival, Guilliman arrived shortly after by elevator, knelt down, and embraced Aaron.

Before Aaron could speak, Guilliman preemptively said:

“I just ran into some trouble. My people received a distress signal from the Cult of the Machine God. At first, we thought they had dug up another graveyard of space necromancers.”

"But when we arrived, we discovered something even stranger."

“We currently lack the means of detection, but its value is of paramount importance. Fortunately, your arrival, brother, can help us explore it.”

Guilliman already knew that Aaron's condition would not be affected in his timeline, and that he was even immune to fatal damage.

Therefore, the brain from Macurag began to rationally analyze, and the elder brother was able to be used as a means of exploration.

This had nothing to do with brotherly affection; it was just a thought that arose naturally in his mind.

Aaron didn't mind; he came to his brother's place to help solve the problem.

This is similar to Ryan obeying his father's orders.

When his younger brothers say they want to do something, the older brother just goes out and takes care of it.

"Tell me, Guilliman, what trouble have you encountered? What are the dangers of that place?"

Aaron habitually climbed onto the platforms with floating screens, and Folber even helped him up to prevent the emperor's son from falling.

All the interfaces obediently moved aside, relocating to a position that wouldn't interfere with the two brothers' conversation.

Guilliman took his seat, and the two were roughly at eye level, so that he didn't have to keep his head up to talk to Guilliman while bypassing Aaron.

Guilliman pulled over a screen, enlarged it, and revealed the image on it.

It was a cube floating in space, not a natural planetary structure, and clearly a creation of a civilization.

As my father mentioned before, if he wanted, he could divide the planets into latitude and longitude zones and treat them like a Rubik's Cube to be solved.

This celestial body was made into a cube, which must be a bit uncomfortable to twist.

Hmm, I've decided. I'll make a Rubik's Cube for my father that's covered in spikes, so he can twist it in front of me.

Guilliman is accustomed to explaining things from the beginning.

"Before the War for Terran unification, before the Mechanicus became an ally of the Imperium, they were accustomed to venturing into the dangerous Warp in search of precious technologies left behind by the remnants of the past."

"Even after the Empire and the Mechanicus reached an agreement, they continued to behave this way. In fact, because they have corresponding independent authority within the Empire, they even forcibly seize some of the worlds that the Empire has explored. This cube-shaped planet is one of them, currently codenamed Quart."

Faubel, standing beside the two, couldn't help but feel a surge of urge to complain. What were they even talking about? Did they really need to start from the beginning?

However, seeing Aaron's curious and seemingly engrossed expression, he refrained from offering any warnings.

Aaron instead asked:

"Logically speaking, if they come across something good, shouldn't they keep it to themselves as a means of future research or to secure more benefits from the Empire?"

"So they should only pass the message on to their own people, even if this time the casualties are heavy."

Faubel wondered, "Is the eldest son such a cold-blooded and rational person?"

The saying goes that sons resemble their fathers; Your Majesty was like that more than 40,000 years ago?

Guilliman nodded and said:

“You’re right. This kind of thing has happened many times before. Even when we received the distress signal from the Cult of the Machines, we were somewhat suspicious that it might be a trap set by the rebels.”

He never denied the problems within the empire, but these problems were not the main contradictions. For the time being, the disputes should be put aside, and everyone should first try to prevent the empire, this dilapidated city gate, from collapsing.

However, even after its collapse, the Mechanicus will surely find a way to survive, since the existence of the Dark Mechanicus was once considered a sign that the Mechanicus was hedging its bets during the Great Rebellion.

I seem to have some vague memories of it. Did I put on some kind of show back then? What conditions did I use to persuade Mars to help me land on Terra?

Oh no, it seems I haven't been resting enough after working for too long. How come I'm having these memories of the Ultramarines conquering Holy Terra?

Guilliman took a deep breath to calm himself, and then said:

"But the information that influenced my decision to provide assistance was a video clip sent by the Cult of the Machines."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen began to play:

The scene was somewhat dark, and the photographer was not at the front of the group, but rather two tall mechanical priests whose upper bodies had been replaced with motors.

Each of them held a heavy weapon that emitted energy blocks of various colors.

"Why are they all melee weapons? I see swords, spears, halberds, and all sorts of weapons. Apart from one part that glows and makes them look a bit big, there's nothing else that's appealing."

"Moreover, the mechanical bodies and the parts connected to flesh and blood under their robes look painful, as if they were forcibly assembled. Xiao Pei's metal prosthetics all know to put soft pads and sedative currents at the connection points for easy use."

Aaron offered a sharp critique, saying that the Mechanicus cult's many years of heritage have been wasted.

The scene continues, and occasionally, the view in front of the two people appears as they move.