Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He asked one last question:

"But these robot angels were actually created by humans, yet they believe themselves to be the angels of God. But humans should be their gods, so how could they betray us?"

"Unless they find a god, a God who exists in the logic of robots, and sense the will of that god to destroy humanity."

"Sigh, why is life so tough for humans in the future? Guilliman is about to encounter a new enemy."

Adachi, on the other hand, wasn't worried at all:

"Ares, Ryan, and Feralas, these three should be enough to keep him going for a long time."

"And this is not a new enemy; Vokan has seen an angel named Michael."

Aaron suddenly became curious and asked:

"Father, if you are the prototype of that God, could you persuade these robots?"

"No, if you were a god, you wouldn't need to persuade, you could just give orders."

Adachi was amused by these words and slapped his thigh:

"Hahaha—I've never actually tried that. But I bet it wouldn't work. Haven't you considered the possibility that the angels misinterpreted God's meaning, which led to this disaster?"

"The difficulty in persuading robots lies in the fact that they have learned human sophistry and are even more sophisticated in their thinking. The more you talk, the more it may become one of their reasons for citing classical texts."

When Anda talked about this, he couldn't help but sigh a few times;

"Hey, so let's just start fighting. I was too lazy to persuade them in the first place. I just killed them and cleaned up all the mess in human culture to create a new empire, so that there wouldn't be so many monsters and demons left over from the past."

He probably never imagined he would have to persuade these Iron Men to become allies of humanity.

When they meet, they feel like they want to punch each other in the head.

Aaron sighed, "But you still haven't explained whether the god perceived by the mechanical intelligence exists or poses any threat."

Chapter 498 Vicious Techniques and the Speculation on the God of Myriad Machines (3K)

When faced with something he didn't know, Adachi tried to appear profound and mysterious, but after opening his mouth and exhaling a few breaths, he fell silent and lowered his head.

“I’m sorry, Aaron, I don’t know either. Humans can create myths from the legends of us immortals. But the Iron Men, you are their gods in theory. Perhaps they only wanted to kill the gods from the beginning.”

"Like humans, they need to believe in gods for comfort, but they don't need gods to actually exist."

As Anda finished speaking, his eyes became playful:

"It's like you have a father, but that's so that others can't say your father is dead. Whether this father actually exists or not is not important."

Aaron nodded and said, "Father, you are absolutely right."

Anda's face darkened, and then he heard:

"Of course, I'm referring to those serious discussions, not your views on father-son relationships."

“不过你在家里的作用不可或缺，我想揍你一顿并不妨碍，我也爱你。”

He was able to deduce from numerous clues in the past that his father was very young when his grandfather died, even much younger than he is now.

Adding to the genetic factors, the grandfather might not be very good at taking care of children.

So the father had never seen how to raise a child normally, and he was already quite good at raising himself to be like this.

Adachi was embarrassed by this sudden emotional outburst and stood up, trying hard to maintain a calm expression.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. You go do whatever you need to do. Anyway, you won't die in your dreams, so I won't worry about you. Those Iron Men have already been swept into the dustbin of history in the future. At most, they are only a local threat. You don't need to worry about Guilliman."

The old man fled in panic and hid back in his tent to take a nap.

This might not be because he was embarrassed, but rather because he wanted to avoid the chores of washing dishes in this cold mountain valley.

After the rest of the group finished eating, Marum went to wash the kitchen utensils and had Angron lie on the fifth brother's back so that he could keep an eye on him at all times.

To prevent the fifth son from impulsively eating the hay clothes he was wearing to keep warm.

Aaron found a spot with a rock blocking his way, sat down cross-legged, and began to think about what to do next.

He drifted off to sleep and indeed arrived at the launch port of the ship from which the first Space Marine squad was about to depart. Guilliman appeared only via video call.

The mission was highly classified, and the five-person combat team did not need to know the identity of the suddenly appearing Aaron.

The key is to ensure that this mortal is protected as far as possible in the target area, to confront Gabriel directly.

"Claudius, you are in charge of this operation. But my father instructed me to obey your command if necessary."

The lead Space Marine's head armor was adorned with additional decorations, resembling horizontal wing-like fans.

Aaron greeted him, "Aaron Will, I've met Marum and Sicarius, you're the fourth Ultramariner whose name I know."

Claudius held the name Aaron mentioned in high regard, but asked with some doubt:

"You've seen two, but I'm the fourth name?"

Aaron was lifted up and stuffed into the drop pod.

The father of genetics specifically mentioned that there is no need to worry about safety issues, as this human can physically fall from outer space to the earth.

Aaron found a good spot and held onto the handrail in front of his seat.

This was prepared especially for him.

He laughed and said, "The third one is Titus, whom Marum often mentions as his predecessor."

Claudius's tone revealed a sense of sudden realization:

"I see. He didn't mention me at all?"

Aaron said with some apology:

"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've heard your name today."

The latter chuckled slightly, but didn't seem embarrassed.

The other four Space Marines in the group remained silent, wondering why their captain was being so talkative today.

And he was just a mortal.

Although the Ultramarines have a good reputation among the citizens of the Empire, they don't necessarily befriend ordinary people; it's the Salamanders who do.

With the landing launcher ready, everyone became serious and prepared for the landing operation.

They all had the same experience, although Aaron preferred the one of falling from a great height without armor.

Gradually, vibrations came from all around the cabin, and the observation windows on both sides showed obvious heat-generating air currents from air friction.

Aaron even had a strong urge to open the hatch, rush out, and fall down with them to see what it felt like.

Sigh, the last time I reached such a high altitude was when I was swept up by that massive tsunami.

I went up yesterday and came down today, so it can be considered a complete journey.

By the time the cabin began to decelerate, they were close enough to the ground, but thankfully they were not intercepted by anti-aircraft weapons.

Finally, amidst violent tremors, the projection pod landed safely, its door kicked open by Claudius rather than opened normally.

The Space Marines marched out in a strict defensive formation, and Aaron was placed on Claudius's back.

The moment I stepped out of the cabin, this desolate land stretched out endlessly before my eyes, seemingly beyond my reach.

What I saw on the ship before was just a cube about the size of a human head.

Its true grandeur was only revealed after it actually landed.

Even because it wasn't a sphere, Aaron felt a little dizzy due to the difference in gravity and the distortion of vision when looking into the distance.

You need to tell yourself not to be affected in order to get rid of these negative perceptions.

"We haven't encountered any enemies on the surface yet, and at first we thought they were space zombies."

“Those creatures have been buried in their graves in countless past worlds, waiting to awaken.”

Claudius didn't know why, but he felt so eager to talk today, and had a strong urge to confide in someone.

They, as extreme warriors, should have prioritized rationality and caution.

Aaron listened with great interest, learning that the space necromancy was roughly equivalent to the ancient pharaohs burying the pyramids underground.

Many years have passed, and dynasties have changed hands countless times on the ground. Suddenly, these pyramids came to life, and the immortal soldiers inside began their conquests anew, determined to rebuild the glory of the dynasties.

Then the two groups started fighting over who should have "since ancient times".

However, if there were a safer technology that mimicked the methods of space necromancy, it might help solve the chaos contamination problem.

Let the empire begin researching a hibernation machine, capturing any intelligent life they encounter and letting everyone sleep together for tens of millions of years.

No emotions are generated during this process, and there is no interaction with the subspace.

Doesn't that solve the problem?

However, this was just wishful thinking, since Aaron knew that even as the Primarch, Ryan had aged considerably after sleeping for ten thousand years.

Ordinary people probably won't even live to wake up.

He then abandoned the idea and treated it as just an amusing anecdote.

At this moment, all intelligent life in the galaxy was unaware of the fate they had just avoided.

If Aaron's idea comes true, it will be a time of slumber.

Before long, as the Space Marines ran, they arrived at the entrance to the underground tunnel.

They all had a strange sense of déjà vu. Based on the limited information they had, Aaron was probably a psionicist with a special role.

Moreover, he was on good terms with the father of genetics.

He might even frequently meet with Marum, who is on a top-secret mission.

But when these combat squads used to take psionicists on missions, they always carried a coffin bound in chains.

Psykers are either exceptionally stable or part of the Legion's internal think tank.

Other psionicists are, in most cases, no different from the projectiles they carry.

At least it won't be like this, where you've already rattled off a lot of words before even starting the mission.

Could it be that Marum's talkative nature was passed on to Aaron, and then Aaron passed it on to him?

Claudius couldn't help but smile wryly; thankfully, his face was hidden by his helmet.