Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, which was a servant of Septon, but whose self-awareness had been infused with new consciousness.

Tara-Sin's usual tactic was to perhaps have already planted a clone within the Septton dynasty even before it fell into slumber.

I just don't know how he can share consciousness so quickly between his clones.

"Ah, thief."

Septon was slightly taken aback, then became very dissatisfied, though the murderous intent in his tone disappeared.

"Let me correct you. There have been countless rebellious emperors and overlords, just as there have been while we were alive, no different from other intelligent beings. The reason you are so concerned about Imotek's rebellion is only for one reason: the Silent King and the Triune Council failed to crush the rebels. This is a disgrace to the Triune Council, to the point that you are wary of any newly awakened emperor."

"You should all go eat shit instead of leading my people."

Septon was nothing like a newly awakened space necromancer. Within a dozen hours, he had completely taken control of his intelligence and expressed his opinion that the Triune Council was utterly worthless.

Chapter 508 The Necromancer's Grand Plan: "Murder" of Vashtor (3K)

"It seems I've missed quite a few things. Let me see what strange things have happened that would cause such a commotion and contact with what we consider to be lower life forms."

Tarasim's clone was confined to a necromancer body, but that did not prevent him from uploading data to the Emperor.

It contains all the encounters of the undead since M41.700.

Septon first gained a rough understanding of the general history of the Galactic Lords of the present era, which is the human empire.

Even though they are called Earth monkeys, they are still the galactic rulers of this era and should not be underestimated.

"So, among all the rulers of the galaxy throughout history, only the Eldar were the most incompetent, ultimately destroying themselves?"

Septton offered a sharp critique, stating that he disliked the Eldar more than Earth monkeys.

At least these monkeys are still resisting their fate.

Tarasin chuckled:

“My lord, human history is not important. You should be concerned with why the Silent King has returned to the galaxy. He destroyed the Master Control Protocol to give us freedom, but now he wants to take control of us again.”

Septon scoffed, “Imotek was an idiot, he was when he was alive. As for Szalak, he used to be an idiot, but he isn’t anymore.”

The other servants, including the messengers of the Triune Council, were busy reminding the King to be careful with his words or kneeling in silence.

Only Tarachin's laughter was even more rampant:

"Hahaha—this sentence alone is already a rare treasure. I will record it and play it before going to bed, or share it with others."

Septon asked doubtfully, "You can simulate sleep? Never mind that. Let's explain what the Tyranids and the Messiah are. The Messiah—it's something that triggered Protocol 17. Is it a life form, or some kind of being? Or even a living, complete Celestial? You need to take notes on this."

Taracin's tone never strayed from its underlying humor, as if he were the one who had completely completed mechanical ascension, his soul successfully transforming into mechanical consciousness.

The other undead could all realize that they were already dead.

Tarachin replied, “According to human history, they call the Messiah the Savior, but interestingly, they themselves destroyed their own Savior. Now the Silent King and my people face the same choice.”

His movements became a kind of leisurely human dance, not even worthy of being called dancing, but rather a carefree stretching of legs and arms, facing the ancient murals on the empty walls surrounding the throne room:

"The only difference is that Imhotep chose to betray the Silent King. He no longer believes that the Silent King can save us, just like in the past or in the stories."

Septton nodded and made his judgment:

"I understand. It's a legend born during the development of a civilization. When intelligent life suffers from pain and cannot solve it, it will always fantasize about the existence of such a savior, and it can only appear in the future, not in the present."

Tarachin was somewhat displeased. This French emperor, known for his martial prowess, was remarkably clear-headed even upon waking. His discontent grew, and he began to express his grievances directly:

“I am different from these messengers. I have come to inquire about your stance. Which side do you intend to take?”

The messengers of the Triune Council wished they could roar and pounce on Tarasim, pinning him to the ground.

They came to convey the instructions of the Triune Council, and before they could even discuss any serious matters, you, Tarasin, started bringing up the issue of positions. How are they supposed to have a conversation like that!

Is this forcing a newly awakened and powerful Hierophant to take sides?

Indeed, political struggles are a life-or-death battle; the one who gains the upper hand is the one who will have the last laugh.

The prolonged silence was like death, or the slumber that each of the undead had endured on a scale of millions of years. It seemed that even their optical sensors could detect that the brightness of the surrounding environment had indeed decayed.

They are robots, so why can they feel fear in this situation?

Septton finally made his move, jumping off the throne and knocking Tarasin to his knees with a few punches and kicks. He then dismantled him into a mechanical pig and threw it to the other servants.

"Hanging behind my throne, I sometimes quite enjoy listening to his rambling. Alright, servants, I still obey the system of the Triune Council, tell me your true purpose."

The Emperor returned to his throne, still holding Tarachin's voice-generating device in his hand, intending to put it back in for future stories.

Now, the Cypress dynasty has finally returned to peace and tranquility.

"Let's get straight to the point. I suspect the Silent King is in trouble, and he can't seem to resolve it."

Septon gave a warning before the messengers could speak, while casually fiddling with his wrist.

He didn't get enough of a good fight just now.

The messengers dared not slacken their efforts and presented the summarized information, which had only one theme:

“The evil warp gods have poured their power into our mutilated bodies.”

Even though Septton had prepared himself for the emotional impact and adjusted his thinking to be on guard, he still couldn't help but sit up straight when he saw this sentence.

"This...this is impossible. My people have endured countless hardships to deserve this fate. Those decadent sounds from that false space are meaningless! We are the real ones!"

The data flowing within Septon's body was now so tangible, representing the current state of the undead.

This kind of real existence, which doesn't even possess genuine emotions, how could it possibly be tainted by the evil thoughts of the subspace?

Many space necromancers don't even believe that warp demons truly exist; they see them merely as weak, flesh-and-blood beings facing death, possessing the same fear of death and yearning for the existence of their souls as their own race once did.

This idea reveals that the Necromancers and the Fearful Ones are no longer the same race.

The higher the level of the undead, the more likely they are to remember their deeds in life, but most undead are arrogant and have transcended the suffering and weakness of flesh and blood.

They don't even have memories, so how can they identify with each other?

Unfortunately, Septton's roar could not stop the reality that had already occurred; two cases had already been presented to them.

One is a great demon under the command of the Lord of Pleasure, known to mortal beings, who is reborn from the metallic body of a space necromancer.

Another story is about witnessing firsthand the obelisk being tainted by the corrupting forces of the warp during the battle between the Silent King and the Storm King.

Another related piece of information is that Talazin's act of betrayal in providing humanity with a portion of Blackrock's technology.

Blackstone can be considered the material foundation of the Necromancers' technology. Its technology has been extended to the extreme, and it can even create the Necromancer's Domain of Exorcism, which completely suppresses the so-called natural phenomenon of the Warp. Wherever the Necromancer's Domain of Exorcism goes, even the self-righteous and firm will of intelligent life will be worn away.

As for demons that have no real basis in reality, the commotion they can cause is nothing more than whispers in one's ear.

The messengers endured their fear and patiently waited for Septon's rage to subside.

They even began to think that if they felt fear, the French emperor would be angry.

So perhaps the data flow within their electronic components could be called their soul.

Only after the King's anger subsided did the envoys dare to continue speaking:

"My lord, the Silent King has invited you to a meeting in person. This is a matter of life and death for our people."

"Our race will never allow the existence of a corresponding subspace deity."

Septon had learned from the history he had acquired about the relationship between the Lord of Pleasure and the Eldar, and the Silent King's concerns were not unfounded.

If there truly are any chaotic deities born from the cosmic undead, then they will be eternally their servants.

Having barely escaped the clutches of the Star God, they now face an even more cruel crisis.

It's even possible that the malevolent technique provided by the Star God, which allowed one to lose flesh and transform into an undead, triggered this being from the subspace.

“We want to kill that god. We’ve done it before, and we succeeded.”

The messenger conveyed the Silent King's last words.

Septton nodded, indicating that he needed to be alone for a while, and dismissed the messengers.

He sat alone on the throne, when a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He couldn't help but reach out and bring the red-robed figures he had captured to his front, trying to decipher the information they were most obsessed with.

What is the current Galactic Lord, the god corresponding to the human race?

"God of All Machines"

"Human God Emperor"

(The State Religion: This is intolerable! How dare they place the great God-Emperor behind your God of All Machines!)

Two most obvious and interpretable obsessions, almost like explicit textual compilation, clearly emerged in Septton's mind.

Humanity actually has two gods! And after these two concepts emerged, there was an extremely intense and devout will, and those souls even shone brightly because of it!

The disgusting, foul glow of the subspace!

Septon felt a sudden urge to vomit; a body of the Hierophant should not exhibit such a rudimentary biomimetic reaction.

Such devotion, even willing to pay a price greater than life itself, is to struggle alongside their gods in this disgusting world.

Aren't humans worried about repeating the mistakes of the Eldar?

Don't they understand that once humanity's god truly returns to its rightful place, all their fellow human beings will face annihilation?

"For Omnisiah!"

"God Emperor!"

Boom! The Mechanicus member in Septon's hand exploded into dust, sand, and crystallized fragments scattered all over the ground.

This is the Hierophant's protective force field, which appears to have identified the explosion as a suicide attack and thus activated.

"Neither human nor ghost, if there truly is a god of all machines, and he sees you burning incense, bathing, worshipping gears, and ringing bells to pray for the machines to run smoothly..."

Septton banished all surviving members of the Mechanicus, yet he still maintained his own assessment.

The Silent King is right. They succeeded in killing gods in the past, and they will succeed again this time. There is no need to care about the poor humans and their skeletons lying dead on the throne.

The King's decree quickly began to be relayed from the throne room:

"The dynasty is reviving! People, awaken!"

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