Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron looked up at the dome; the city was clearly built inside a cube-shaped planet.

However, judging from the depth they reached into the tunnel, they were far from having enough space to accommodate the city ruins.

Aaron couldn't help but remind him:

"There may be some kind of visual illusion at play; be careful."

Claudius nodded, while observing the city ruins that were getting closer and closer.

A massive structure, no less impressive than the Sacred Terra Starport Bridge, stands at the end of the road, beyond which lies the city.

A flaming holy sword hangs as an ornament on the structural support above the bridge.

The entire model is made of metal, with the edges designed to resemble flames using a special technique.

Before the two could even observe and reflect, Aaron sensed something was wrong. He grabbed Claudius by the shoulder and pulled him back, and the Astartes actually complied with Aaron's movement and dodged backward.

The enormous sword fell to the ground and pierced straight into the earth.

It was almost as huge as my father's Lightbringer, thankfully it was just decoration.

If such an enemy existed as a weapon, Aaron really didn't know how to deal with the Ultra Warriors who were as elusive as fleas.

Before the two could even dodge the impact of the giant object hitting the ground.

The next moment, the sound of wings flapping came from high in the distance, and the angel appeared.

From a distance, the angel's figure appeared small compared to the giant sword.

Three pairs of wings grew in a remarkably harmonious manner from the back of the metal humanoid body. Each wing could be controlled at a different frequency, giving it superb agility in the air, and landed steadily on the hilt of the sword.

This is Gabriel.

Aaron actually raised his head with some excitement, anticipating the sight of such a disparately large angel wielding a giant sword.

Let's see if it can be as spectacular as when my father parted the sea of ​​thunder in the sky.

Unfortunately, this sword was just an ornament and not Gabriel's weapon.

The latter manifested a statue-like face and hair, with a flowing white robe around its body.

The style is almost identical to that of Athenian culture, except that he does not wear a laurel wreath.

"Sinner, blasphemer."

"The Kingdom of Heaven is no longer open to you, and judgment is meaningless. The only way to atone for your sins is with your death."

Gabriel's voice was cold, seemingly because he had dismantled the Mechanicus members and was able to speak in a grammatical form that they could understand.

Chapter 501 The Steel Angel Dissects Aaron (3K)

"I don't like these riddle-makers."

Aaron fell off Claudius's back and hid behind the power armor.

He patted the former's powered backpack and said:

"Are you confident you can take down Gabriel? I've personally witnessed Marum slay countless demons, including some powerful ones."

“Marum has always said that all Astartes are roughly the same in terms of actual combat ability, and he is just an ordinary Ultramarines.”

Claudius was still catching his breath; he had mostly taken the brunt of the shockwave himself.

Hearing Aaron's words in an instant, he even had the urge to tear Marum apart.

Is this something a person can say?

Ultramarines never lie, but Marum can't he think about it properly? What Ultramarines could possibly accomplish the feat of cleaning up an entire Chaos World?

Titus?

Oh, you don't just remember one Titan and think that any other Ultra Warrior could do that?

He said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, but as things stand, the enemy is very strong. I can only do my best to delay them. You can take this opportunity to bypass the battlefield and enter the city ruins to gather as much intelligence as possible."

As Claudius spoke, he hurriedly got up and tried to figure out a suitable hiding spot.

The body instinctively moves forward to block.

Amidst the billowing dust, Gabriel's fist had already arrived.

Bang!

With a dull thud, a tremendous force struck, and Claudius was sent flying, landing on the ground a considerable distance before coming to a stop.

He probably won't be able to do what he just said, even after the delay.

The opponent's speed was at the level of the Imperial Guard; only Fober was capable of matching it.

Claudius quickly accepted the idea that he was just a normal Astartes and hurriedly got up to feel around behind him.

Fearing that Aaron might not have dodged the attack and that he might have crushed Aaron to death.

Fortunately, he didn't touch any wet, bloody flesh.

No one knows where Aaron has hidden.

Looking up, he braced himself for the next attack, only to find the steel angel still standing where it had attacked before, no longer moving.

Could it be that the God Emperor took pity on the other party, who was made of metal and whose city behind him had been reduced to ruins, and who had just run out of energy supplies?

out of battery?

Claudius couldn't help but chuckle at this absurd idea.

Since entering the mission—no, since meeting Aaron—every thought that has arisen within me has been that I am like a human being who has not undergone surgical modification.

It turns out that Astartes' thinking can be so active, almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.

They were originally the same kind of people.

Claudius eased the pain in his body and walked resolutely forward, only to catch a glimpse of Aaron standing unharmed in front of Gabriel.

Aaron was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but exclaim anxiously:

"Get out of the way! That thing could wake up at any moment!"

After saying that, he quickened his pace, hurriedly rushed to Aaron's side, grabbed him, and tried to run back.

Aaron said:

"Don't panic. This thing can communicate. I just asked it a question, and it started to think. It probably won't take any action until it can answer our questions."

Claudius was skeptical and stopped his escape attempt, but still placed Aaron behind him.

He will face Gabriel himself.

He asked in a low voice, "What did you ask?"

Aaron said, “I asked it who the guilty party is and what the sin is. If I am executed without even knowing that a certain act is a sin, wouldn’t I be dying without knowing why?”

Claudius found it absurd. If mechanical intelligence could be stumped by such a simple question, then the Empire would not be so wary of and restrict the development of mechanical intelligence.

Aaron chuckled and said, "Maybe no one has ever asked that before."

Just as the two finished their conversation, they heard a squeaking sound emanating from Gabriel's limbs, amplified dozens of times, like the sounds of a human torso moving. Only then did the other speak:

"what are you?"

What? As a machine intelligence, instead of answering my question, it turns around and asks me a question?

Aaron couldn't help but feel a chill. The old man had said that if you had a question that was difficult enough or that could make the machine think and start interacting with you, you could basically avoid the risk of being harmed by the machine for a short time.

For example, if you set a heating program for a bread machine, you don't have to worry about it spontaneously combusting before the bread comes out of the oven.

Unless you happen to have something within the bread machine's heating range.

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Aaron, who was then questioned by the mechanical intelligence, was somewhat helpless, but at least they had started communicating instead of the other side throwing a punch that would kill them all.

Aaron had no choice but to say, "I am not something, I am a person."

I thought Gabriel would take a while to react, but to my surprise, he answered instantly:

"No human signs were detected. Therefore, you are not a human being."

Now look what's happened! He's become a thing, but he's been stripped of his human status.

Aaron argued loudly:

"My father may not be a normal person, but I am indeed a person. Why don't you take a good look at how you distinguish between humans?"

Gabriel coldly replied:

"Without biological sample testing, preliminary identification alone is insufficient to determine human identity."

Aaron quickly took a hair from his father's waist. His belt was wrapped with many small items that wouldn't interfere with his daily life.

"I heard that biometric testing can identify people through hair. I'm bald, so I can't do anything about it. This is my father's hair. Would you like to try the test?"

Sure enough, a suitably sized metal arm flowed out from Gabriel's leg, carefully pinched the hair, and retracted into his body.

"Test complete. Non-Semitic and Indo-European Amorite-Kassit mixed race, standard pre-Genesis humans, approved."

"The sample was removed from the living organism within one month."

"Please tell me the sample name for my record. As an angel, I have a duty to protect every human being who is qualified to enter heaven."

Gabriel's tone changed, becoming sacred and sublime as he described his own mission.

Protecting humanity's entry into heaven?

People like my father are considered human, so why aren't people these days considered human?

Aaron felt like he had grasped some clues.

The mechanical angel doesn't seem to consider humans from over 40,000 years in the future to be human. Perhaps what appears before it is either the Cult of Machines or modified individuals like Astartes.

Or there's the even more terrifying possibility that Gabriel doesn't consider any ordinary humans to be human.

Gabriel believed that humanity could be protected and enter heaven, a place that sounds wonderful.

So, should non-human beings go to hell, which is the opposite of human beings?