Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Besides, what does it have to do with the face on the throne that randomly switches between Guilliman's and Aaron's appearances?

Poverty teaches people to be independent early. The future human empire won't have much to offer, so these two kids are in for a rough time.

The sun was quite strong today, and the material of this clothing wasn't very good either. It tended to get clogged when I sweated, so I had to tug at it every now and then.

Only a highly trained super soldier like Marum could endure the discomfort of hemorrhoids and complete the mission.

Anda thought to himself with ill intent.

As the sun gradually climbed to its highest point, the distant sound of horns echoed, and the Pharaoh's chariot was approaching from the far road.

Given this level of productivity, in order to create a grand spectacle, more manpower is needed.

The enormous chariot resembled a house being pushed around, surrounded by rustic landscaping.

A light veil hung down, concealing the scene inside. One could vaguely see a man with a dignified appearance, wearing a golden crescent crown, with metal plates adorning his neck and shoulders, sitting upright.

"Horus!"

"Horus!"

People knelt on the ground, shouting in unison. Anda pulled Marum down to his knees, trying to prevent the boy from going up and grinding the Pharaoh's face flat with his chainsaw sword.

"Don't feel guilty. I don't know how many lies and nonsense I've told, or how many cunning and deceitful things I've done. Marum, calm your mind."

"Even Guilliman knelt before the space wolf."

Anda handed over a banana that he had somehow gotten his hands on. Anyway, everyone's attention was on the Pharaoh, and nobody cared that they were stealing a banana.

He even pretended to shout "Horus" a few times, his voice hoarse and strained.

Then, looking at Marum, he chuckled softly, "Shout like me, vent your anger. Anyway, people will think you're just too excited. I'll let you chop him up into mincemeat yourself, how about that?"

Chapter 62 The contract with the Half-Immortal Wa, I, the Emperor, have signed!

"Your Majesty—"

Marum could only sigh softly; this was truly a disgrace to the Empire.

Forget it, he's too carefree right now. Let's calm down and check the data.

Marum raised his head slightly to look at the man behind the carriage curtain. He was unremarkable, just an ordinary ancient Terran.

His upper eyelids were painted black, and his expression was completely different from that of Horus in those secret records.

He looked to be in his forties, not old at all, but he gave off an awkward and unnatural feeling.

At the same time, Marum did not sense any trace of the filthy demons.

He whispered:

“My lord, there is nothing strange about Pharaoh. All the anomalies point to the craftsman named Enriwen.”

"Should I go up there and chop him up right now?"

Anda shifted into a more comfortable position, muttering:

"Why chop him up? We need to save him to send to Kaul. Our objective has never changed: to eliminate the reasons behind the war initiated by the Egyptian leadership. If the Pharaoh isn't possessed by demons, then where are these bastards?"

Marum asked in a low voice, "Sir, have you made contact with the Great Sage Kaul?"

He was somewhat worried that the message he and the Great Sage had exchanged might have reached His Majesty's ears. He could guarantee that it was all true, but he couldn't guarantee that his way of narrating the message wouldn't enrage His Majesty.

Anda said nonchalantly:

“I only saw Kaul last night while listening to music. He asked me if I wanted to activate more Primitive Space Marines, including the second one.”

"I'm not an emperor, I don't even know what my second son's name is!"

"So I agree on behalf of my future self, since this guy has definitely already done it anyway. The future is so bad, what's a little worse?"

"By the way, do you know what kind of mess the second brother got into?"

Marum decided he shouldn't ask anymore; his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know either. The Marksman, Macado, even erased the Primarchs’ memories. That’s all I knew before I set off.”

After finishing the banana, Anda casually hung it on the belt of the person in front of him, then wiped his hands with the man's robe before saying:

"I see. Old Ma did it. Oh well, he must have his reasons."

The two chattered on and on, but the Pharaoh's chariot didn't come up to them. Instead, it went directly around the square and into the viewing platform inside the temple.

After all, we can't let the leaders stand in the sun.

At this moment, Amway Wencai shouted loudly:

"Let us dedicate our skills to Horus!"

"Oh, you behemoth of war, with your majestic form and transcendent power!"

"You will be guided by the sun and destroy all of Horus's enemies!"

The devout praise echoed across the square, and he was tired of hearing it.

Anda muttered, "Did this old man eat the temple priest? How come he's so skilled at it?"

Finally, the long praise ended, and only the waving of the Pharaoh's servants' banners could be heard from the viewing platform, while people on both sides began to beat drums.

Thump! Thump—

The war behemoth was only just beginning to be pulled, slowly climbing out of the calculated underground tunnel. As the slaves crawled on all fours, its ferocious face gradually came into view.

Two enormous rams were placed in front, their sharp angles magnified to appear even more ferocious, and many town gates were not as tall as them.

If one has a materialistic worldview, then trying to do this kind of thing before the Common Era is truly insane.

After all, there were no steam engines in this era.

But in this universe, Adachi lowered his head, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

All the subspace imprints on this vehicle have been replaced by itself, which means that the vehicle's operation directly uses the "power of the God Emperor" that those state religion charlatans talk about in the future!

"You are the craftsmen of his creation; now I bestow upon you a lifelong duty to serve him for the rest of your lives!"

Anliwen began to infiltrate his own agenda, and according to the description of that deity, he began to rally the earliest believers in this era.

In the endless void of the warp, Vashtor felt his power incredibly abundant, incredibly close to that location!

It is about to touch one of the eight directions!

Yes, one certificate is valid forever!

His own power will intervene in the battle between Horus and the Emperor, symbolizing his becoming a member of the true gods.

Long before its own birth, followers of malevolent arts had already appeared in Ancient Terra.

Indeed, this is the right path; Tzeentch was right!

Vashtor began issuing contracts with his meager authority, just as he had cunningly used contracts to exploit the souls of demons.

He needs to hold onto these believers firmly.

Anriwen's brain was completely destroyed, leaving only his corrupted will, which arranged the contract signing ceremony.

Those were papyrus sheets bearing the symbol of the Eye of Horus, and the signatory would ensure two things.

First, they recognized the existence of Vashtor and wholeheartedly believed in such a deity.

The second is to destroy all civilizations in the name of Horus by driving a chariot.

After the contract is signed, one will have the ability to drive the war machine, and even the possibility of possessing the currently extremely weak power of the subspace, and manifesting miracles in the human world.

In this way, Horus's army will be unstoppable!

At this point, the emperor will definitely be found and severely damaged!

That old man couldn't stand seeing these Terra monkeys suffer.

For the local artisans, this meant becoming part of the Egyptian temple system, and they would no longer engage in production.

This will remain a dream for humanity tens of thousands of years from now.

Especially a dream that, after being realized, has fallen again.

They signed the contract with great enthusiasm, until the last two sheets of paper were delivered to Anda and Marum.

In Marum's vision, the sinister black gear mark was already faintly visible, his arm veins were bulging, and he clenched his fist.

Anda took the paper and smiled:

“He can’t read, so I’ll write his name.”

Under the watchful eyes of the temple servants, Anda picked up a pen and casually wrote down the names: "Nios" and "Robert Guilliman".

The moment the servant took away the contract, Adachi, using the war engine—the subject of the contract—as a medium, completed the true contract:

"The artisans and chariot users will recognize the existence of supreme skill." (The one surnamed Ou.)

"They will wage war in the name of the many legion commanders." Guilliman is the regent, ruling the legions of the empire, and is no different from Horus, perhaps even more powerful.

The underlying logic of your contract was personally injected by me, who comes to your house every day and hugs your mechanical wife. You even personally handed me the key card to your house.

Not to mention you haven't even become a god yet. You dare to come and fight me with wits and courage after just a few words of provocation from Tzeentch?

Anda let out a long sigh and said, "Alright, Marum, I believe that Guilliman will have an easier time in the future war. I have modified the contract, so don't worry, all the guidance is still on me. Consider it a small part of the responsibility that I can share for Guilliman in the future."

The latter's face was already filled with shock and disbelief.

His Majesty has actually gone to such lengths for his father! By the Emperor, no, by the Emperor! Marum was about to prostrate himself and chant the truth.

Anda patted Marum on the shoulder, and before the other could do anything, he said awkwardly:

"Stop crying. Speaking of which, the Eldar clowns are preparing to film a play about the death of the Primarch. The script says you cried a lot in front of the Stasis Field. Those clowns are the most annoying. The intelligence department said they even plan to stage the death of the angels in my palace. Those bastards, I'll slash their asses one by one with my dagger sooner or later."

Chapter 63 Wa Banxian: My brand new car was slammed on by Huang Mao.

Anda wiped his mouth clean and stood up with the crowd.

Marum could no longer contain his anger: "Your Majesty, shall we take action?"

Anda waved his hand and said, "Fight? What are you talking about? This car is already ours. What if we damage it in a fight?"

"Besides," Anda squinted at Pharaoh Horus, "that guy is really good at hiding his true intentions."