Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

These mechanical monks were in the passageway, their internal structure also mechanically processed, but simpler and more integrated.

Although the light strips on both sides are damaged, you can still see that they are even embedded in the wall, so you can't see the seams between the sections.

If the lights were working properly, this would definitely be a clean and tidy area.

It's at least better than the indescribable, distorted industrial style exhibited by the Mechanicus.

Guilliman sped up the video playback, and soon the group arrived at the end of the tunnel, the entrance to a strange, spacious room.

Judging from the perspective of the video alone, it's almost as big as half the palace gate that Aaron saw before.

It's a bit scary to come out of such a small tunnel and then into such a wide-open area.

If you look at it from another angle, you'll feel like you're facing an abyss.

Although the main entrance gate was tightly closed, there were signs of attack damage above it, revealing a gap large enough for three or four Astartes to enter side by side.

Unfortunately, these people lacked aesthetic sense; they only glanced at the patterns on the door and didn't really see what they were.

I only noticed what appeared to be wing-like features.

The image then became blurry, with a lot of noise appearing, clearly indicating interference.

It couldn't even record completely, resulting in a distorted screen.

When a recognizable image reappeared in the picture, it was already at the edge of the gap above the gate.

There were no obstacles ahead, but the light from the lamps could only barely illuminate those around them.

If you look closely ahead, you can barely make out a creation that is almost the same size as the original and is moving.

It is not a living organism either. Guilliman's interpretation of the status bar on the recording shows that the Mechanicus did not detect any biological signals, at least not signals of the biological type they understood.

Next comes the most valuable part of the entire scene, the beginning of the recording.

As the enormous thing crawled closer, it revealed only a silver-gray but filthy arm, which sent the person recording flying.

What followed was a chaotic battle scene, where the powered weapons couldn't harm them in the slightest.

Many of the mechanical monks were unable to move their limbs, as if they could be controlled by the other party.

The first person who was thrown back seemed to receive some kind of order. After a brief pause, he hurriedly returned the way he came before his companions were all killed.

In a fleeting glimpse on camera, a tall, silver giant with six wings on its back is tearing apart the limbs of the trailing mechanical monks.

It's like playing with a toy.

Chapter 496 Iron Angel Gabriel (3K)

Winged beings are depicted in many myths.

The difference lies in whether the wings grow directly from the spine on the back, or whether the arms and upper limbs become part of the wings.

Growing on the back, with a human head, this is called an angel.

The upper arms are wings; this is a birdman.

Of course, they can all be called "birdmen," depending on whether the other party is valuable.

Just like the "old mudfish" and "old dragon king" in the mouth of a certain monkey.

But if you come across a metal shell that looks like this, is it an Iron Bird?

Aaron tried to reach out and move the playback progress of the screen to zoom in on the clearest scene.

The human form of this iron bird is similar to that of the statues in Athens, and they could even be considered to be in the same artistic style.

Therefore, this thing is most likely a human creation.

"Besides its combat capabilities, what value does it possess that warrants such a large-scale investigation?"

Aaron inquired, at least he couldn't see any value in this thing.

If it's something beyond the destructive power of matter, then he's even less sure, after all, there's a 40,000-year gap between him and Guilliman, who knows what strange cultures humanity has developed during that time.

It's possible that there was a period in time when people's ideas were completely opposite to those of their own time.

Before Guilliman could answer, Aaron continued:

"So you actually chose to come here because there's some deeper meaning behind this image and structure."

Guilliman nodded with a composed expression:

"If it's just about resolving the crisis, we'll pay a price, but destroying this cube world isn't something we need to focus on too much."

"The problem does indeed lie in its image and structure."

"At a certain stage of human civilization, there was a religious culture that flourished the most, even continuing until before the establishment of empires. The god of this religion was formless and intangible, and in fact, He was almost becoming a void concept. Rather than a religion, it was more of a profound cultural and ideological concept."

Guilliman also revealed a hint of doubt when describing what happened next:

"In the few records from that era that can be found, many people who should have represented reason and science were also impeccable in their piety toward this god. They did not seem to reject the idea of ​​equating science with God."

Aaron chuckled upon hearing this and said:

"Is it like asking a god to bless a scientific experiment to be successful? In fact, this should be the result they get after constantly summarizing the conditions and trying and failing."

Guilliman said helplessly, "It may have completely become a custom. Whether God exists or not is not important. As long as there is such a concept that can be recited casually, it is not important. This seems to be the inevitable path for polytheism to evolve into monotheism, where people combine all powers into one."

Upon hearing this, Aaron laughed and said, "That way, we won't have to prepare sacrifices to different gods for different things. If those gods have internal conflicts, mortals are more likely to suffer."

“Alas, I recall that my father did the same thing for a time. When people encountered matters where responsibilities were ambiguous, they would pray to Zeus. But my father was too lazy and didn’t respond at all, only caring about eating the offerings. In the end, people returned to their respective gods who had clear responsibilities.”

Guilliman could not comment on the old man's past glories, and it is estimated that even if Fobel were listening nearby, he would not tell the other guards.

The emperor's image can still be preserved.

He coughed a few times and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Ahem, let's get back to the main topic. We can put that God aside, since He has no physical form. But His angels do. Perhaps there are older descriptions, but most people's memories of angels are of this appearance."

Guilliman pointed to the Iron Bird in the picture, which was handsome, with muscles as if sculpted by a knife and axe, a cold and ruthless face, and pure white wings on its back.

"Astartes are called the Emperor's Angels, so are these angels soldiers who perform many duties for that God?"

Guilliman expressed his doubts, believing that these mechanical birdmen might be angels from Terra's ancient mythology.

If angels exist, does that mean God also exists?

After all, if future generations were to summarize their era, seeing Astartes would inevitably remind them of the emperors.

Aaron scrutinized the birdman and said with displeasure:

"This is clearly a technological creation; there's no sign of divinity in it. You haven't even gotten to the point yet. Don't tell me you've been looking for this just to feast your eyes?"

Ultramarines are particularly good at explaining things clearly, but they do so by going through everything step by step from beginning to end, explaining their logical thinking.

It's like feeding you pieces of food, like you're a three-year-old child.

After saying all that, I still haven't mentioned why I'm looking for this thing.

Guilliman was about to speak when Aaron interrupted him again:

"Forget it, I'll guess myself. I heard Dorn, uh, I heard Dorn talk about something ten thousand years ago, that the old man was cleaning up the religious culture of the past. I guess it's this thing."

"So the frequency with which humans in the past chanted that god's name was probably not much different from the frequency with which you chant 'The Emperor is above' now. That wretched old man, I knew he would do this so that he could be the only one."

"Ten thousand years ago, what the old man promoted was called 'Imperial Truth,' which was also science and reason. Now he has become your god, which is too ironic. And in the process of promoting it, it was obviously not smooth sailing. The empire destroyed all the remnants of the past belief, leaving only vague descriptions."

"So you're worried that the master of these angels really exists, whether it's a real god or some kind of more powerful machine."

As Aaron shared his guesses, he rotated the bird-like figures in the image around, noticing that these machine projections actually had the ability to scan two-dimensional images and transform them into three dimensions.

This is a great thing. I wonder if the Ray has one. If I can't find a model when I'm doing sculpting in the future, I can keep a model for reference in advance.

Guilliman nodded and said:

"You're only half right, brother. You can't be too confident in your own speculation. The most credible result is the one obtained after summarizing all the conditions."

"We speculate that there was a golden age in human history where people advanced mechanical intelligence to assist human development. They called intelligence angels, or perhaps they proclaimed themselves gods."

"But for some reason, a rebellion destroyed everything, and coupled with the effects of the warp storm, many colonized worlds were torn apart, and even Terra was divided up by warlords. This was the situation before my father established the Empire."

"I guess these angels don't think humans are qualified to be their gods, or that intelligent machines need to be treated equally."

Guilliman completed the final piece of the puzzle, containing the Empire's most confidential information.

"Your Majesty, the textual symbols from the tunnel exploration have been analyzed."

Faubel spoke up to remind everyone to bring in new data.

A name emerges: Gabriel.

There are also some uninterpreted passages in the middle:

"Pray and confess your sins."

"I have come under orders."

“I am Gabriel standing with God.”

“Lucifer’s will not be revealed in the kingdom of God.”

"I will sound the trumpet, and scatter the spirits and demons of the heavens, the earth, and the waters. Shout for joy, for the Messiah will come in your place."

“The spirits and authorities that belong to the air are not important. Come, come, I will guide you to the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Guilliman personally transcribed a copy of the written record and handed it to Aaron.

Don't ask why, in the interstellar era, even Primarchs need to write and copy by hand.

“You can interpret it yourself. We will conduct the exploration in three days. We will also have time to take it back to ask my father and see what he thinks.”

Guilliman believed his brother would arrive in three days; Aaron had never let him down.

Aaron also felt a little sleepy, so he rolled up the paper and said goodbye to Guilliman.

Based on his initial impressions alone, these writing habits were completely different from what Aaron knew, and seemed rather mystical.

It sounds like the words and tone that the temple priests designed to enhance their professional skills and better distinguish between divine and secular language.

This reminded Aaron of the job he had set up for Uncle Hades at the beach, where he pretended to be a member of the Hades cult so that he would have something to do and not end up lying in a place where hundreds of years would have passed when he woke up.

Aaron had considered similar statements at the time.

Hey, another charlatan. It seems that the way this so-called monotheistic religion spreads is still inseparable from the same old tricks it came up with long ago.