Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He really liked it when people took the initiative to talk to him. Most of the others he had saved had collapsed and were like living corpses.

Sometimes he even wondered if he had saved some simulation models.

Sigh, back in the day on the battlefield, some of my brothers were like that too. After fighting a few battles, they came back almost like wooden dolls, and when they died, they couldn't even utter a prayer.

I don’t know if they are truly qualified to return to the Golden Throne after death, but that’s what the people of the State Religion say. They’re getting more and more carried away as they fight, howling and screaming, their mouths filled with the name of the God Emperor.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were fighting the God Emperor.

As a result, Ovid eventually felt like an outcast. He simply followed the manual issued by the Ministry of War to fight and kill the enemy, prayed, and waited for the next battle to come.

He eventually received his retirement notice and was allowed to return to an agricultural world to have his own farm, while his home planet had been flooded by orcs seventeen years earlier.

The officials who sent themselves their retirement notices were bombarded by enemy artillery the next day and turned into a pile of phlegm-filled figures; they encountered the Death Guard.

Ovid escaped unharmed; his ship was hit before entering the warp, and when he awoke, he found himself in Argos, a world filled with floating megastructures.

This is a beautiful world that has not experienced war for a long time. Ovid's retirement papers, which he carried with him, won him a job guarding this weather satellite launch platform.

Every soldier who retires normally is undoubtedly a combat hero, and to make Ovid merely a security guard is even a humiliation.

However, Argos has been peaceful for too long, and the locals have not realized just how fierce the battles of the Empire have been.

They had little recollection of the great rebellion more than 10,000 years ago, let alone the existence of the traitorous Astartes.

If a normal-looking can of chaos stood in front of them, the people of Argos might instinctively perform the Eagle Salute.

Fortunately, Ovid was always easygoing, and he felt that this world might be the resting place that the God-Emperor had prepared for him.

Being a security guard isn't so bad, especially since you get access to the blueprints for all the megastructures, weather data from countless years, and even the communication keys for satellites in orbit.

This is why, when the swarm attacked the megastructures where most of the population lived, they overlooked this place, allowing Ovid to send out a distress signal and confirm the rocket launch schedule.

He even took some time to go out and rescue several groups of people.

No, did I just blurt out all these past experiences while I was thinking about them?

By the time he realized what was happening, he saw Aaron had already come to his side, untying the cables from his arm and helping to install the frisbee.

The young man was looking at him with a gentle smile:

"You can think of me as someone your God Emperor sent here to help you."

Ovid nearly loosened his grip: "'Your God-Emperor?' You...you're not human!"

These people from tens of thousands of years later are just mentally ill, insensitive to everything else. They immediately noticed something was wrong when they said something even slightly related to the "God Emperor".

Aaron could only stare wide-eyed in confusion, "What are you talking about? I'm talking about the God Emperor, not your God Emperor. How could I dare to say such disrespectful things?"

I'm just kidding. I not only dare to say it, I also dare to do it.

I'd love to just throw him into the latrine.

Ovid was somewhat dazed, but his body instincts made him quickly take a step back, assuming a defensive posture, and muttering to himself:

"By the Divine Emperor, there must be heretical servants who have come to bewitch your loyal soldiers."

"My mind has actually wavered! God Emperor, I have failed you!"

It can only be said that Ovid truly lived up to his reputation as someone honed on the interstellar battlefield; even when he was in a daze, his body could still react correctly.

Aaron was at a loss for words to comment on this behavior, which in his eyes seemed no different from that of a madman.

Aaron could understand that the extreme actions of the state religion or the inquisition were necessary to maintain a religion, at least the God-Emperor they spoke of was real.

Even if humans believe in gods whose existence is uncertain, religious figures will still commit appalling acts in order to maintain the purity of their religion.

Could it be that everyone in this era is an incredibly devout follower of the God Emperor? This is practically a religious nation!

In that case, the father only needs to say that he is the God Emperor and that it's no problem for him to eat a bite of food from your family, so he won't have to worry about being starving and having no one to take care of him in the future.

Damn it, is this what my father did after I died?

What have you done to humanity?!

Even Aaron was at a loss for how to continue playing when Coz, who was supposed to be wandering around, suddenly popped his head out and shouted:

"There is an enemy attack!"

The next moment, the radar at the launch site issued a warning.

Several familiar bombs exploded through the walls, and amidst the flying dust, the shadows of three tall Astartes approached with heavy footsteps.

Their shapes were not yet clear; only the outline of Astartes' power armor could be barely seen.

Ovid immediately jumped off the launch platform, shouting, "Angel of the Emperor, here is a heretic!"

But before he could run a few steps toward the three Space Marines, he slowly stopped, and finally, his voice trembled with doubt:

"My lords, your armor—"

Finally, the first Space Marine emerged from the smoke and dust, revealing his full form: brown spikes sprouted from the gaps in his black power armor, and grayish-white wolf-hair felt draped over a shoulder armor, the tail of which touched a huge power claw on his side arm.

An evil tone surged forth from the power armor:

"I am Nelson Fisher of the Black Legion! The Warlord's most loyal Grey Wolf!"

"Ovid, the Warmaster requests your presence. The Chaos Gods need your talent. Although your vision was once deceived by the False Emperor, you will eventually find the god most worthy of your faith."

These words may reveal why Ovid was able to survive and recognize the impact of Aaron's existence on him.

His talent seemed to benefit the Chaos Gods, and if this God-Emperor's followers turned to Chaos, he would become a major threat to the Empire, so much so that the Black Legion's Warmaster sent three Space Marines to meet him.

Chapter 517 The Primarchy's Era Yielded Abundant Fruit (3K)

“Nelson? I’ve heard that name before. It means: heir, son of the victor.”

Koz frowned, trying to discern the origins of these chaotic Astartes; clearly, they couldn't be the Space Wolves.

Moreover, they mentioned the War Commander, who is none other than Shadow Moon Wolf.

In this era, the great rebellion of the future has already occurred, and it was led by the Primarch of Shadowmoon Wolves.

Well, Horus, you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, it turns out you're the key to the problem.

I've been keeping an eye on Xiao Ma and Lao Si the whole time.

Which Primarch could have imagined that the Warmaster would betray them?

The emperor is still sitting on the throne; he's not dead yet!

Koz had already concealed himself, and the instant the incident occurred, he pulled the black tarpaulin covering the rocket parts over his body, while simultaneously hanging in the shadows of a high-altitude corner.

Logically speaking, even if the Chaos Space Marines had some sensory dulling due to being corrupted by Chaos for a long time, they should not have failed to notice the movement of such a large bat.

It can only be said that the Primarch completely overwhelms the Astartes in terms of life level; the two are not even on the same level.

As the wall crumbled ahead, Ovid's teeth began to chatter. He wasn't unfamiliar with facing Chaos Space Marines on the battlefield, and had even fired at them.

Although he failed to scratch the enemy's armor, and the kill was taken by an Ultramariner who arrived later, this does not diminish his courage.

But today, Nelson stood before him like a giant figurine, extending what he called an olive branch. Ovid's failure to kneel down immediately was already the limit of a mortal.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

He clenched his teeth, struggling to utter the word, but his eyes remained lifeless.

He knew they were all going to die here today, and he only hoped that the God Emperor would forgive his cowardice. He only dared to utter insults, but could not control his body to throw punches at the other party.

“Quiet, Ovid.” Nelson removed his helmet, revealing a calm and serene bald face, without any distortion, as if the spikes on his armor were merely decoration.

He had never spoken so calmly to a mortal, simply because Ovid was what the warlord Abaddon needed.

"When you see the true full picture of the gods, the true form of the False Emperor Corpse King, you will understand that we are nothing more than chips piled up on the table by the Chaos Gods. You may be the False Emperor's currency, but sooner or later you will lose to the Chaos Gods, and His defeat is inevitable."

Ovid was completely bewildered. Were these chaotic gods the heretics the state religion spoke of?

And for some reason, although Nelson's use of "false emperor" and "corpse emperor" to refer to the emperor sounded disdainful, Ovid could still sense the highest respect in it.

These traitorous Space Marines are still worshipping the God-Emperor! No, or rather, they are gazing upon the God-Emperor, who is comparable to the Chaos Gods.

But what exactly are the Chaos Gods?

He had only heard about the existence of demons from dying comrades during his travels through countless war zones.

It was only after seeing the Chaos Astartes in person that he learned of the existence of the rebel legions.

They were completely unaware of the true meaning of the word "chaos," simply believing it to be a disorder that contradicted the imperial order.

Until today, Nelson added "the gods" to the end, and Ovid, through his own talent, came to understand something incredibly cold and cruel.

The God Emperor is indeed a god, and the gods of the enemies also truly exist.

Therefore, the heresy that the state religion speaks of might actually be themselves, assuming that other gods truly exist.

This was Ovid's talent; he understood the problem from just a few words from Nelson.

This would be a catastrophe that shakes the very foundation of the empire. If the existence of other gods is confirmed, why can't the citizens of the empire, who have been suffering all this time, join the ranks of those chaotic gods?

Pfft!

Ovid, who was not frightened by the Chaos Space Marines, was instead so terrified by the scene that gradually unfolded in his mind that he fell backward to the ground, as if his tongue had curled back and was stuck in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

Nelson laughed heartily and gestured to his companions to clear away the bystanders:

"Hahaha—your talent is enough to prove that you are qualified to be one of our brothers. Although you are a bit old, the modification surgery can still be performed. You should be glad, Ovid, that you have found a goal to dedicate your life to!"

"How many foolish people go through their entire lives without knowing what rules them, while you have the right to accept the truth!"

Ovid sat on the ground, kicking his legs as he backed away. His anxiety was evident in the fact that he was powerless to protect his comrades when he saw the other two Chaos Space Marines raise their guns.

He is indeed a good man.

A hand braced against Ovid's back, and almost instantly, the warmth "eroded" the chaos in his body, calming him down.

That bald young man I was wary of before, bald, how come everyone who's challenging my worldview today is bald!

Maybe the God Emperor himself is bald!

No, it seems that the moment Aaron touched him, the fear that was about to touch the Chaos Gods vanished instantly, and he didn't even think that these three Chaos Astartes could kill everyone here today.

That can't be right. Could this bald young man really be able to kill bald Astartes?

He was still pondering when Aaron helped him to his feet.

"Leave the rest to me. You can maintain the launch vehicle as usual, or even evacuate people ahead of schedule."