Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“We must be extra careful with every step from now on. Perhaps your father thinks you have some ability to resist danger, but I need you to obey my arrangements for the time being.”

Aaron nodded and said:

“I understand. Sicarius warned me before that I shouldn’t be too confident.”

Cooperation is a long-standing topic for humankind, even relating to our sense of identity as human beings.

In particular, those who have an advantage in this area tend to accommodate the weak.

(That's right, Aaron felt he was a strongman in his dreams.)

Otherwise, my father wouldn't have gone through so much hardship to save humanity.

Given his original personality, he would have long ago hidden away in some small place, protecting a small world and developing civilization in his own familiar style, without much sense of responsibility, and living a very comfortable life.

For the rest of the journey, Aaron strictly followed Claudius's instructions and never took an extra step.

He would also explain in advance if there were any actions that needed to be taken.

The two of them, having narrowly escaped danger, collected the probes ejected from the detection javelins, continuously recorded data, and finally reached the other side of the gap in the gate.

There was no light there, and the only way to determine its approximate shape was by observing the image constructed from the special light frequency of the probe javelin.

It was only vaguely visible that this was a city ruin, and it was possible to roughly discern the role of each area in city life, but it was unclear whether it was inhabited by people or robots.

If it was built for people to live in, it means that at least when the city was being built, the Iron Man had not yet rebelled.

"We have safely passed through the gate opening and have not encountered Gabriel so far. We have discovered the ruins of a city residential area inhabited by intelligent life."

"Proceed to the fourth phase of the mission: explore the edge of the ruins and simultaneously monitor Gabriel's location."

Claudius transmitted a message via communicator, and Aaron suddenly spoke:

"Have you noticed that this time when we went deep into this place, we didn't encounter the electronic interference that the Mechanicus encountered before? All communication methods are working normally?"

When the Cult of Machines was exploring, significant disturbances began to occur at the edges of the tunnel and plaza.

Is there some kind of cycle of change within this cube-shaped planet?

Do the internal robots operate according to this cycle?

Therefore, they did not encounter any danger during this expedition.

He had barely finished speaking when Claudius climbed down the gate, and the two of them froze in shock.

Because right in front of them, an Astartes power armor suit with indistinct Legion features was sitting back.

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In this world, even corpses cannot be trusted.

Claudius walked forward, gesturing for Aaron to stay behind him.

He knelt down on one knee in front of the power armor, carefully observing it. After a moment, he sighed and said:

"The logo is unfamiliar, and the power armor model is very old, it seems to be MKIII. The design of power armor from this period is even somewhat abstract, it looks like it's pieced together rather than fitting together seamlessly."

"Aside from the relics collected by certain warbands, I've basically never seen these old artifacts again."

The older the power armor, especially the one worn by legendary figures, the greater the performance gap between it and the current standard equipment. However, it is often given the name of "holy relic" and worn by a chosen successor, which can often turn the tide of battle.

Aaron noticed a rotten book in his hand and asked curiously:

"So, this warrior is a remnant from the era ten thousand years ago when the imperial truth was being promoted?"

Upon hearing this now quite unfamiliar word, Claudius couldn't help but think:

No one remembers the imperial truth anymore. After all, if you keep chanting about the God Emperor and hold these sacred objects, there's a real chance you can kill the enemy in front of you with a single blow.

However, reciting the truth of the Empire will not elicit a response, and may even attract attacks from the Word Bearers.

Those who have fallen from grace suffer from PTSD regarding both the imperial truth and the current state religion, leaving them torn between the two and unable to find guidance in life.

Claudius stood up, indicating that they should continue their exploration.

Aaron followed behind him and asked in a low voice:

"Can't you tell which legion this Astartes belongs to?"

Claudius shook his head and said:

"Logically, it should be simple. After all, ten thousand years ago there were only legions. Although there were differences between companies, the overall appearance wouldn't have changed much. Perhaps my understanding of the past history isn't deep enough, and with the passage of time and the decay of the markers, I don't know which Primarch's child this warrior belongs to—"

Bang!

Shila-

Before Claudius could finish speaking, an arc of electricity suddenly shot out from the corpse and rushed upwards, seemingly like a snake made of lightning, swaying its head from side to side to distinguish the two individuals below.

He then headed straight for Claudius.

Could this be the culprit who killed this warrior more than 10,000 years ago?

"Danger!"

Claudius shouted, but was startled. Why was this thing coming towards him?

He was even prepared to pounce on Aaron to protect him, as if it were his duty to do so, without needing an order from the Father of Genetics.

The electric arc was incredibly fast. By the time Claudius realized he should dodge, the tip of the arc was only an arm's length away from his armor.

Now he has no choice but to tough it out; he also has some accessories on him to protect against psionic attacks.

Judging from its size alone, this electric arc could even be considered a small-scale psionic shock; hopefully, it won't cause any major problems.

A Space Marine should not have such a lax attitude, but for the Astartes, any secret mission could lead to the downfall of those renowned heroes in their respective chapters.

However, the electric arc stopped abruptly just before it struck Claudius.

An incredible scene unfolded before Claudius's eyes.

Aaron had somehow leaped high into the air and reached out to grasp the electric arc, which then remained suspended in mid-air, like a railing holding Aaron up.

The seemingly incredibly dangerous solidified electric arc was like a glowing light bulb in Aaron's hands, without even a hint of heat, so hot that his hand didn't even feel it.

"They actually managed to stop us; I thought it was too late."

Aaron was suspended in the air, about knee-high. He had a little sweat on his face, but otherwise he was fine. The skin on his fingers that had actually come into contact with the electric arc showed no visible problems.

Claudius hurriedly asked:

"Do you have any other symptoms? For example, dizziness, discomfort, or hallucinations?"

Since there was no physical damage, perhaps this electric arc was a psychological attack.

However, Aaron merely frowned, pondered for a moment with a pained expression, and then spoke:

"My arms are a little sore. Hanging on the wires isn't tiring, and I can hold them up for a long time. But the angle of the electric arc is tilted, so I have to keep putting force into it."

Seeing Aaron's serious expression, Claudius couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Perhaps Aaron was the one whose father sent to protect the exploration team, rather than them protecting Aaron.

"I suggest you change your direction, then I'll let go and see what happens. Oh, and take a picture for me later, that's what you call it."

Aaron had already started giving orders without realizing it, and Claudius instantly forgot his earlier instruction to "follow my command" and moved to the side to take notes.

That's strange, he was clearly the one in charge of the mission.

"You can let go now."

Claudius stopped, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Aaron slowly release one hand, pull his body upward with one arm, and pose as if throwing a lightning javelin in the air.

"Hurry up and take the picture, I can't hold this pose for much longer."

After Aaron finished speaking, he tried to make his expression solemn.

He couldn't possibly replicate the magnificent light effects of the older generation of immortals in the real world. He didn't even have hair, so how could he change color based on his psionic attributes?

Therefore, the only way to reach the future is through dreams, and to satisfy that urge.

I can take this photo back and show it off to Xiao An.

As for his father, he won't show it to him. He'll put it in a box after he dies and let him find it himself.

Aaron even felt that he was a bit malicious, and that using this to kill someone might not be very effective.

How much of the long lives of my father and brothers does my own six hundred years amount to?

Even if I prepared these things myself, my father probably wouldn't bother to look for them at all.

"Are you done yet? I can't hold on much longer."

Aaron called out hastily.

Claudius recorded the footage and was about to nod when a surge of emotion welled up inside him. Damn it, this is not something you should be doing when carrying out a dangerous mission!

What on earth is he doing? This kind of behavior is serious and should be investigated and punished.

But the words that came out of his mouth were:

"Should we take some photos from other angles?"

Well, this is simply because an extreme warrior, deeply influenced by the culture of the Ultramar 500 Worlds, has the respect that photographic art should have.

After all, ever since their father awakened and became regent, all propaganda materials for the Empire had to be submitted to the Ultramarines for review. Over time, people got used to occasionally finding propaganda posters of their father on the roadside during battles.

Sticking to their power armor, they roared and charged back into battle.

Aaron immediately let go, rubbed his arm muscles, and said:

"There's no need for that. Can't you just build a 3D model based on the image? One image is enough."

"Alright, we still have to get down to business. We need to keep moving forward and see if we can run into Gabriel."

Claudius nodded, his attention focused on the electric arc fixed in that position.

Its quiet and peaceful state was like a light bulb, rather than the raging, surging electric snake from before.

He even speculated that the electric arc might be maintaining this posture for another ten thousand years because of Aaron.

There was no time to think; they had to move forward as quickly as possible, and so far, they had not gained anything of sufficient value.

Not far ahead lies the road leading directly to the city ruins. The road surface was not significantly affected and remained relatively smooth.

Claudius was able to run at top speed without worrying about Aaron bumping against him.