Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Non-human beings, hey, that's quite an interesting term.

Aaron couldn't help but look up and sigh:

“If I bring you back, Father will be very unhappy.”

Who knows how much of my father's hair such a mechanical angel would cost him?

Claudius, who had been on high alert and ready to run away with Aaron at any moment, couldn't help but feel terrified.

You're already trying to communicate with this dangerous AI with just your mouth, and you actually think about taking it back with you?

Gabriel hasn't taken action yet because of the question you raised; you need to provide an answer.

What should we do when it realizes it's going to kill us both? By then it will be too late to run!

Aaron had no worries, but took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Heaven? Are you aware of the problem of warp contamination? Is Heaven some kind of means to avoid warp contamination?"

He understood what the greatest threat to all civilizations in the entire galaxy was: the murky ocean that loomed over all souls.

If the Iron Man represents the most advanced stage of a certain human civilization, then even if he were in a peaceful area of ​​the Warp, he would surely be aware of the risks of the Warp.

Gabriel said in a deep voice:

"The Kingdom of Heaven is beyond the reach of the living, and the filth of Hell is beyond our reach."

Its voice suddenly faltered, then shifted to a dangerous tone:

"Now, let's begin the dissection. Target: Aaron Welsh."

The flow of mechanical metal creates an operating table and appropriately sized blades, naturally concealing Aaron.

Claudius was about to stop him, but was knocked away again by a punch.

"You just met and you've already told it your name?"

His first reaction upon getting up was to complain aloud.

Aren't you worried about Aaron's safety?

After all, before the mission began, Guilliman had said that there was no need to focus too much energy on Aaron.

When Claudius ran back, he suddenly stopped.

Because Gabriel even had an extra fist ready, waiting there.

Claudius gritted his teeth and charged forward again, trying to snatch Aaron back, but was knocked away by a punch once more.

On the operating table, Gabriel, who had controlled his body shape, was already holding several arms with surgical instruments in hand. Platforms extended from both sides of his torso to hold other instruments, and his eyes were glowing with built-in illumination.

It originally looked like a human, and the three pairs of wings on its back didn't seem strange.

Instead, it looks rather terrifying and strange now. Can angels really turn into this?

Why are you dissecting me?

Aaron remained calm; he didn't even know if there was a human inside his body.

Gabriel explained;

"Your father was a standard human, but you are not, so there is no way to conduct biological testing on you. In our records, the degeneration of humanity into non-humans also happened suddenly in a certain generation."

"I think you have great anatomical value."

Aaron nodded repeatedly. Human unrest also occurs suddenly in a certain generation, rather than a person being born as a person and then ceasing to be one after some time.

Is there something that affects human reproduction?

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, he saw a scalpel begin to cut along the neck in a "+" shape. The center of the cross was close to the collarbone, which was just enough to peel the skin in all directions without damaging the chest and ribs.

Chapter 502 Aaron: I Ask, You Answer (3K)

Claudius, who was not far away, continued to charge forward, only to be knocked back time and time again.

He does not possess any so-called divine grace state, which allows him to overcome numerous enemies limited by material conditions.

Even Astartes' body became tired and sluggish.

But only his willpower allowed him to keep getting up, gripping the chainsaw sword tightly, and charging towards Aaron's position once more.

On his most recent approach, he saw that the knives had already cut Aaron open, and numerous mechanical arms were taking out his organs to examine and play with, as if disassembling parts.

"You know what? I've always thought the structure of the ribs and the surrounding muscles is strange."

Aaron smiled and closed his eyes as he spoke to himself.

Because the lights above were too bright, he felt more comfortable closing his eyes.

"My few dissections didn't involve much contact with the surrounding muscle groups, and my father's description of 'heart and lung removal' seemed to completely ignore the existence of the ribs. My father said that when the ribs are subjected to a strong impact, they are very easy to break, and the broken pieces can even pierce the heart. This is probably because humans are one of the few creatures that walk upright."

Gabriel remained silent, simply proceeding with the disassembly according to his own understanding, breaking open the thoracic vertebrae to reveal the internal organs that perfectly matched human perception.

Slide the blade down, and you'll find your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—nothing is missing.

The heart's vibrant beating seemed to disregard the barriers of the external space, surging and powerful.

"A perfect human template, an elaborate disguise—your designer must be incredibly talented. If I didn't know you weren't human, I would have mistaken you for our master."

Gabriel's face emerged from above the operating table, his expression one of deep emotion. It was rare for a machine to have such an expression; he hadn't seen such a standard human anatomical atlas in over four thousand years.

“Is it perfect? ​​I built it according to my memory.” Aaron chuckled. “I put the human organs back one by one by myself. My father taught me that. It’s one of the few things he taught me. He also puts the human brain back into the skull, or transplants a severed head back into the neck.”

Gabriel wasn't surprised that Aaron remained conscious after being disemboweled; it was as if this had been entirely expected. Its tone was disdainful as it coldly stated:

"Demonic acts, biology is the initial starting point on the road to hell."

All the knives were reshaped to fit Aaron's needs and moved to his forehead.

"Your father may have been involved in creation, a time when humanity dreamed of creating its most perfect self, stronger in body and more determined in spirit. But these actions have created countless monsters."

Gabriel seemed to recall something. Although he was describing the initial scene of that changing era, which they believed was the beginning of the disaster, why did his expression have a sense of nostalgia?

Aaron's eyelids were the first to be cut open, and his eyeballs were completely sucked out and set aside.

Fortunately, he felt that his eyes could still see, and regardless of the fact that it was actually the brain that processed the visual signals, Aaron saw the whole picture of himself being dissected.

Unfortunately, none of these are the real me; they are all just figments of my imagination based on my past experiences.

He had personally dissected human bodies and witnessed his father pry open other people's skulls and put their brains back in.

Does Gabriel still not realize what he is breaking down?

He couldn't help but remind her, "Now that you have so many biological samples that belong to me, aren't you going to analyze them?"

Aaron's tone even carried a hint of anticipation, like an old vampire who had been buried for many years, and after coming out to understand the real world, was placed on the dissection table but was not worried about his safety. Instead, he was eager to find out what his blood type was.

"No need. Judging by your tenacious life force, you are the first generation of fallen ones, the filth that never dies in the mud."

Aaron was somewhat surprised by Gabriel's tone. He hadn't expected that there really were humans who could survive after their bodies were dissected and their organs removed.

He couldn't help but ask, "You've seen him? Are you the Iron Man?"

Gabriel sneered, "We are not iron men. We destroyed the mud men ourselves. We crushed them into mud with our power and threw them into the stars. Humans even made an agreement with us not to create mud men anymore."

Aaron's skull is being cut open on both sides. This surgical procedure to remove the skull is much more reasonable than his father's, which shows that there are progress in medical procedures in the future.

His brain was exposed.

"By the way, why remove the eyes first? You could just cut open the skull."

Gabriel's actions did not stop; within his core, numerous logical chains seeking answers were being established, and he couldn't help but speak:

"The human body has many rejection reactions, even to its own organs, but in most cases it does not affect normal life. I need to cut off your optic nerve. The clay figure's life is extremely tenacious. It has repaired a lot of self-rejection. It should be a pure body, but it is also the most turbid."

Aaron's face was in the most gruesome state at this moment, with half of his head cut off and his brain tissue hanging forward naturally, still connected to his body by nerves.

He could still breathe through his nose, but because his lungs were also torn open, it looked like there was a windmill inside, whooshing and spinning.

A smile spread across his face as he asked earnestly:

"My understanding is that humans first created clay figures out of the need to create healthier and stronger bodies. However, clay figures had huge flaws, even flaws that could destroy humanity. You, as artificial intelligence created by humans, foresaw the crisis and reached an agreement with humans to destroy the clay figures. Explain in detail what the clay figures were all about? Since there were clay figures, were there iron figures, stone figures, wooden figures, or something like that?"

"Isn't there any human modification that has absolutely no side effects? I think Astartes is pretty good, it would be even better if it were a bit smaller."

Gabriel's internal logic began to explain itself logically, without even realizing that something was wrong:

"You Astartes are nothing but crudely modified toys. I don't know what kind of idiot cobbled together these things, creating something that is neither human nor ghost, without any of the beauty that humans should possess."

"Humans had already found the most perfect way of evolution, which was called the Golden Man. However, only the chosen ones could be promoted. Not everyone could bear the cost of becoming a Golden Man. Therefore, they needed to improve human quality on a large scale and iterate continuously to reduce the risk of becoming a Golden Man. Thus, the Mud Man was born."

Aaron retorted, "I think Astartes looks pretty good. Once you're in armor and draped in flags and gold decorations, you look like a guardian of the heavens. And what about these clay figures and gold figures? You say you're not an iron man, but you're not a gold man either, so what are you, a stone man?"

Claudius could only struggle to move his legs to continue his attack from a distance. When he looked up, his eyes were instantly filled with an explosive urge.

No, why are you guys chatting like this?!

Is this Aaron's terrifying method of intelligence gathering: I'll ask you directly to your face!

Even Gabriel didn't bother to knock Claudius away again, simply gently blocking him away.

Gabriel suddenly burst into laughter:

"Foolish fools, have you forgotten your history completely? The Jurchens created stone men to adapt to the harsh colonial environment, and some of these stone men developed artificial intelligence, which gave birth to iron men."

"The clay figures are merely some misguided steps taken in the preliminary stages of the stone figures. As for us, we are angels. Although we are also mechanical intelligence, we are not the same as the iron figures. We only appear in the form of iron figures, but we have been accompanying humanity, these messianic lambs, even before the golden figures were born."

Aaron listened patiently, constructing a future history in his mind. Currently, it was just an empty framework, with many historical details yet to be filled in.

He felt uncomfortable lying down, so he sat up as if he had risen from the dead and asked:

"How did we end up talking about supernatural phenomena again? Sigh, I knew that old man was right. For you, God and science can coexist. What exactly is this Messiah? He sounds like a shepherd, but why would you be the ones to accompany him? Are you sheepdogs?"

That's so irresponsible of them to leave the whole flock of sheep to the sheepdogs. I wonder if the shepherd has gone off somewhere to slack off.

Well, Father said that the prototype of that god was partly him. I guess that old man slacked off again at some point. He deserves a beating!

Gabriel merely examined Aaron's pale, white brain tissue and said coldly:

“You fallen people are not worthy to hear the gospel of the Messiah, nor are you qualified to be redeemed and enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Just before his brain was about to be ripped off, Aaron hurriedly asked:

"Wait a minute, you still haven't told me how you identify the Fallen?"

Gabriel blurted out, "Trapped in the heart, tormented by the body, unable to find liberation. Clay figures, in their stable phase after birth, do indeed possess powerful vitality. But as corruption breeds, both body and soul become distorted, and depravity is born. The bodies of clay figures resemble statues, yet they have never received the nourishment of water or the shaping of fire—"