Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

After all, the more something is lacking, the more it is emphasized.

Aaron rubbed his eyes, yawned, and got out of bed:

“Haa—my violin is still a little short of time, Marum said, and he’ll help me string it when it’s light. Father, you always do things on a whim, you say one thing and then forget the next.”

"I'm starting to wonder if you have Alzheimer's."

Upon hearing this, Anda, with a sour face, tossed the toy car in her hand to Aaron.

He seems to have a habit of rambling, which must be because the future will have a huge impact on him.

But it shouldn't turn you into an idiot from sitting for so long.

Adachi picked up the bucket and took a shower, saying as he did so:

"Then let's go to sleep first. Sigh, tomorrow is the start of the festival, a wonderful day, and I still need to set aside half a day to make handicrafts for you at home. I really want to go out drinking and dancing, sigh."

Marum helped Anda change his clothes and asked in a low voice:

“My lord, I have never heard of any record in the future imperial archives that you enjoy holding lavish banquets and balls.”

Anda's face darkened: "If you can't speak properly, then shut up. I know Kaul asked you to carefully analyze the differences between my behavior before and after. So what if I like to enjoy myself?"

Marum dared not speak rashly, and lowered his head, saying:

"No, it's just that, like when they played music, Sage Kaul hopes to recreate these actions before you in the future."

Anda sat on the bed and pondered:

"Making my old bones sit on the throne and listen to music is one thing, but does Kaul think he can come up with a way to make my future self dance?"

"Not bad, this old man is quick-witted."

Marum sighed, “Master, I’m afraid it’s not that the Great Sage is quick-witted; his oil change frequency is more than three times that of other mechanical sages.”

Anda lay down, settling into a comfortable sleeping position: "Speak like a human."

Marum said respectfully, "They have exhausted all other ways to awaken your humanity, and this is the only hope they can have."

Anda smacked his lips: "Something sounds off to me. It's like I have a terminal illness and am going to sleep forever, and you guys are making a big fuss outside, using all sorts of methods to keep me from falling asleep."

"I can sense that my psychic powers and mental projections will be undeniably powerful in the future, brimming with vitality. I wonder how bright they will be in the warp."

"Alright, alright, let's rest."

He turned over and covered Aaron with the blanket.

Marum didn't find this cozy, because the weather here was hot and dry; a light blanket or nothing at all was enough to avoid catching a cold. His Majesty's actions only made Aaron feel inexplicably sweaty at night.

Aaron, in his dream, did not appear at the time when his younger brother was, but rather on a strange altar.

The entire altar was very simple, located in an unknown space, surrounded by darkness, making it difficult to tell whether it was a room or some kind of claustrophobic cave.

The altar was surrounded by strange objects, such as fragments made up of metal rings of different sizes, or ancient, weathered pottery shards with reddish-brown Minotaur lacquer paintings on them.

"Aaron Will! Who are you to dare possess the son of the God-Emperor!"

A hoarse, mocking sound, like a lung tube being punctured, rang out.

Aaron looked around the altar, searching for the source of the sound, and then reached out to touch the barriers that seemed to be used to restrict his movement.

Then, it passed through them with ease, as if these barriers were completely useless to it.

Aaron shouted:

"Who are you? What is this place?"

The next moment, dozens of figures began to move. They took a step forward in the darkness, thus creating a difference from their surroundings and attracting Aaron's attention.

Five throne deputies (those who will soon become official judges) escorted a judge as he continued forward to the altar.

Only then did Aaron see what the newcomer looked like.

The five guard-like maids were tall, though not as tall as Astartes, but their exposed skin was covered with scars and their bodies were muscular.

Even though they were in human form, Aaron always had a subtle feeling that "these people" were not of the same kind.

The woman in the middle was slightly shorter, but she exuded a more imposing presence than those around her.

He wore a strange wide-brimmed triangular hat, a black undershirt, and a leather braided belt with tiny gold lettering engraved on it.

He was wearing a red woolen overcoat that appeared to have shoulder pads. When he looked up, his resolute face had an object with a gleaming red lens embedded in the left eye.

He drew the sword from his waist, a real one-handed metal sword, which made Aaron very envious.

Her voice rang out, still as unpleasant as ever, as if something had damaged her alveoli, but that couldn't stop her from speaking.

"My name is Loiska!"

“We are the most loyal servants of the God-Emperor. All heresy and aliens will be annihilated.”

"Aaron Weir! Kneel down! Accept the judgment of the court!"

Aaron just scratched his head and continued to look at the so-called altar's summoning ritual, and found the reason why he had come here.

A pen that Guilliman used.

Got it, I'll just close this interface next time.

"A bunch of idiots, Father. If your future subordinates are all this obsessed, I think there's no hope."

"Goodbye, is there anything I can tell my father?"

Aaron stretched his body, preparing to charge at Loiska. This wasn't a real body; he couldn't just play around with it.

He also wanted to see if he was qualified to compare himself to the soldiers more than 40,000 years later.

Author's note on the release of Chapter 65: The release will begin tomorrow!

I've saved up some chapters, and I'll be releasing a massive update on the 21st.

Thank you so much for reading this far. May the Emperor bless each of you to marry a battle nun in 40K.

Those who have a penchant for green-skinned meat and ribs, please turn left to Slaanesh.

The best performance I've ever achieved with a new book was over 2900 fake followers. I was truly terrified, wishing I could be in court with a whip behind me watching me write every day.

About the update:

Around 7 a.m. every morning, because I would write the next two days' worth in advance.

One chapter is added for every multiple of 100 monthly passes.

If there were a leader (let me indulge in a little fantasy), I could update 3-4 words within two days.

Finally, I will definitely make sandwiches/hamburgers/dumplings/coconut buns (to accommodate the different dietary habits of the original group).

I wish all my readers good health, wisdom, courage, and resourcefulness.

Thank you.

Chapter 66 The Old Father Concerned About His Sons' Marriages

"We must be wary of the corruption of heresy! Even if it is signed by the Imperial Guard and His Highness the Regent, we must still fulfill the duties of the Tribunal!"

"Anyone who touches upon the power of the God-Emperor must be judged!"

Loiska strode forward, sword in both hands, and skillfully flipped the blade to strike Aaron who was charging at her.

It's worth noting that even during the period of Primarch's return and the momentous events of Holy Terra, the Primarch himself was rather "polite" and symbolically accepted some of the Inquisition's inquiries.

Reforms to the court system should be carried out gradually.

Even when a high-ranking Ultramarines like Titus was removed by the Inquisition, although it turned out to be a minor operational error, the Ultramarines didn't seem to react very strongly!

This "first son of the God-Emperor," who was not certified by the state religion or the court, brazenly interfered with the two major forces of the Regent and the Mechanism Church!

Especially the Regent! His work efficiency has declined recently, and he's been taking significantly more breaks!

This might just be some evil plan by a slothful demon to hinder the empire's operation!

Then Loiska struck with her sword, and her body vanished into thin air.

The heavy sword slammed into the ground, kicking up dust.

The "first son of the divine emperor" has disappeared.

Alarms blared all around, and several technicians serving in the courtroom rushed over, their limbs intertwined with metal and flesh.

“Lord Loiska, our ritual has been completely severed, and we can no longer summon the First Son of the Divine Emperor. You should be more amiable and seek out the appropriate information before making a decision.”

Loiska simply sheathed her sword, turned around, and left, escorted by the guards representing the throne.

No judge will regret what they have done.

Of course, what happens to some radicals who are inexplicably killed by underhanded means? We can only hope that their souls return to the Golden Throne.

Before Christ, Juno.

Aaron got out of bed to wash his face and brushed his teeth with a reed stalk.

As for the father and Marum, they never brushed their teeth and never had to worry about hygiene.

God is good.

After breakfast was prepared, Anda and Marum were already hand-rubbing the strings, binding the thinner bow strings together to solidify them, and then attaching them to the instrument.

Ordinary people worry about cutting their hands, but these two are worried about accidentally breaking the bowstring.

"Let's eat first. I feel that Lao Wu has been listless lately and might need a free grassland for him to roam. But I don't dare to take him there."

Aaron called out, casually untied the fifth dog's reins, led it to the prepared hay, and poured out some water.

Taking care of this donkey is more troublesome than taking care of one's own father.

The three of them sat down at the table, and Marum remained as calm as ever.

Adachi, meanwhile, rubbed the miniature tank on the table with two fingers:

"I'm really reluctant to give this thing away."

Aaron snatched the car and tucked it into his belt:

"It was all agreed upon to be given to Chagatai, so we can't go back on our word. By the way, I had a strange dream last night."