Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

White Scar! White Scar! My horse! That donkey—

While others were still processing what they had witnessed that day, Angko Khan burst into laughter, thus defining the matter:

"Chagatai, I think he really is your brother. Alas, with two sons of gods calling me father, I really wonder if raising you was truly a mission bestowed upon me by heaven?"

"Hahaha, so be it, we've achieved our goal anyway. Gentlemen, go and take over the other tribes that have lost their leaders. We need to settle them down as soon as possible according to the plan, and then deal with the Baladin people."

"As for you, my son, go and rest! Today is the day for you brothers to reunite. I hope I can live until the day your father, that god, descends, and then thank Him."

Chagatai finally showed some semblance of himself in front of his family, throwing a tantrum: "What's there to thank Him for? A god high above can manipulate people's fates at will?"

Angge Khan shook his head and comforted him:

“Remember what I taught you? God is not always omnipotent; it is about how we, as human beings, achieve our goals. I imagine your true father must have had his reasons, even more risky than my own undertaking to unite all the grassland tribes. You must forgive Him, my child.”

Aaron, upon returning to Egypt, was completely unaware that the seed of "beating up their father" that he had painstakingly planted in his younger brother's heart had been nipped in the bud by Angko Khan.

He just felt hungry, looked at the sky, and realized it wasn't evening yet. It seemed his father must have gone out and had a great time.

Poor Marum, he has to be careful not to let his father cause a riot.

He quickly ate a few bites of the food he had at home, then went out to take his fifth child for a walk.

This donkey has been holding back for a while and is about to let loose and release its pent-up energy.

Fortunately, it was old and frail, but it looked radiant thanks to Marum's care, and its walking speed was not so slow that Aaron felt he couldn't keep up.

As soon as he stepped outside, wanting to join in the fun, he headed towards the place with the largest crowd.

Strangely enough, there were many people of similar age gathered there, exchanging information with each other.

It seems to be about some kind of performance; it was very exciting.

There's a show to watch!

Aaron patted the fifth brother's neck: "Come on, I'll take you to see a play. To be honest, I've never seen any plays from Egypt before, so I don't know if they're any different from plays in the Athenian cultural circle."

The fifth brother grunted a few times, which was considered an agreement.

He made his way into the crowd and saw the performance stage in the distance.

There was a man wearing only an apron and a woman's headdress, seemingly acting as the queen in Oedipus Rex.

Well, to be honest, the man's figure and physique are a perfect match.

If it weren't for the fact that you could tell at a glance that he was a man—no, even if he were a man!

It also makes people feel that this is what a beautiful woman tormented by a pitiful fate should look like!

Aaron suddenly stumbled; it turned out that the fifth donkey's rope had broken. He turned around and hurriedly found the fifth donkey, who had inexplicably gone mad and was licking his face and eyes all over.

Damn it, I was about to see who that person was!

My peers are already praising it, and some have even said that if they were to look for a partner, it would have to be someone like this!

"Hey, Fifth Brother, that's enough! I just wanted to go see a show and see which actor gave such a wonderful performance, don't spoil my fun!"

Meanwhile, backstage, Marum, stunned and holding His Majesty's clothes, had lost his mind; even Oglin's intelligence couldn't keep up.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty!

This is extremely indecent!

Chapter 71 Anda's Grand Escape

Rewind to half an hour earlier, and Anda, who had drunk quite a bit, showed no signs of being drunk and appeared to be perfectly conscious.

But for some reason, after seeing the stage of the performance, I had to go backstage to see the actors.

Marum could not disobey His Majesty's orders, so he had no choice but to protect him closely.

Then we saw His Majesty angrily rebuke:

"How can you cast a Black person as the queen! I don't have any racist tendencies, but the play should respect the original cultural background!"

His Majesty, enraged to the extreme, immediately intimidated the actors in the troupe, changed into the Queen's clothes in front of Marum, and rushed onto the stage.

He cannot tolerate the desecration of beautiful art and culture!

Indeed, His Majesty possesses many of the roots of the Vorgrim; no wonder that legion was named "Sons of the Emperor," a name that many envied.

However, His Majesty seems to possess traits that the Fallen Primarch exhibited!

I have never seen His Majesty so dignified and rational as a father.

Marum hardened his heart and decided to offend His Majesty once. If the situation got out of control, he would rush onto the stage, grab His Majesty, and start running.

This is all for the sake of the imperial family's reputation.

Humans are no match for his speed. At this moment, Aaron should still be dreaming of sharing brotherhood with the Khan.

If we change His Majesty back into his original attire before going home, we can pretend nothing happened.

Marum's eyes were cold; he was prepared to stop His Majesty from continuing the performance.

The emotions of the people below the stage were becoming increasingly erratic, much like the almost frenzied believers of the future state religion during prayers.

The difference is that future believers will never be able to touch His Majesty. But for the audience now, as long as even one person's heart is touched by His Majesty, they will rush onto the stage.

That would be the end of me! I would have no face to face my father, Guilliman!

After all, even Astartes could fall, let alone the power of His Majesty appearing before mortals in person.

Wait a minute, isn't this a bit heretical, comparing His Majesty to that...?

Marum shook his head, focused his attention, and froze the moment he took a step forward.

Because he saw an even more terrifying scene.

Aaron Weir appeared among the audience, trying to calm the restless Fifth Brother.

After all, the combination of a bald head and a donkey is rare, and it's easy to tell them apart at a glance.

It looks like the fifth brother won't be able to hold on much longer. In just a few seconds, Aaron will be able to see clearly who the actress on stage playing the sorrowful widow queen is.

Damn it, which heretic wrote this play?!

The plot unfolds at a point where Oedipus's biological father has passed away, and the prince, upon his return, is unknowingly mocked by the fate of the gods.

The ancient Terrans had such a vivid imagination! Marum even thought that the cries of the Slaanesh weren't entirely the Eldar's fault; humans were involved too!

Marum could no longer hesitate. He rushed onto the stage, and amidst the shouts and reprimands from the audience, he hoisted Anda onto his shoulders and started running.

"Master, Aaron has arrived, but he hasn't found you yet."

Still grieving for her deceased husband, Adachi took some time to snap out of her performance. Her eyeshadow was still on, and she bent over, looking back.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Marum felt like he was going crazy. Your Majesty, please don't make things worse!

He hadn't realized the kind of example his act of rushing onto the stage and snatching the actor set for the audience.

"Take back our queen!"

"Damn it, this villain beat me to it! How dare he touch the Queen's skin!"

"Queen, hehe, hehehe—"

The commotion among the crowd erupted completely, with countless strong young people charging forward, breaking through the barriers of the stage, and chasing after Marum.

So much so that when Aaron, who had just calmed down the fifth brother, turned around, he found that everyone around him had disappeared.

Strange, I think I just saw a very shocking scene. It seems that someone was attracted to the actress on stage and directly snatched "her" away.

Wow, the Egyptians were really something. The Athenians didn't do it that way; they preferred everyone to cry together when the play reached its climax.

We feel saddened by the tragic ends that befell the heroes in those stories.

It's as if all playwrights are aiming to hurt the audience's feelings; no one has ever thought of writing a happy ending drama.

Aaron suddenly felt less eager to see the actors from before; the excitement was over and the performance had been interrupted.

Let's check out the nearby market area and see if they have any fruit wines that you like.

"Let's go, Fifth Brother. Let's not get involved in this mess. It's just a pity to ruin such a wonderful performance."

Anda looked up, somewhat annoyed, and muttered:

"I'm having a great time performing, but Aaron might not even realize it. In his eyes, I'm just a grumpy old man, and he might not even be interested in watching a play. He only likes heroic epics and doesn't care about these mundane family dramas."

Marum ran quickly. As the first Astartes to be chased by a mortal, he felt no shame, only pride in having defended His Majesty's honor.

His tone was very firm:

“Sir, I believe that establishing a proper father figure is of utmost importance. Your image is already extremely poor in Aaron’s eyes, and if these things are exposed, it could have immeasurable consequences for the future.”

More importantly, Marum did not mention how much of an impact this Slaanesh influence would have on the people of the Empire if it were to spread to the future Empire!

Adachi was quite dissatisfied and slightly lowered his fingers:

"To be honest, it's been a long time since I've felt this kind of adulation. I've been just an ordinary craftsman for too long. Let's try something new."

"Now, your speed will be strictly maintained at a standard level that an ordinary person can sustain. Let's see if anyone can catch up with us."

This decree from His Majesty is utterly absurd, it's like Fogrim himself has been resurrected! Marum's eyelids twitched like the wildly flashing curves on the screens of those server skulls, he wished he could immediately press a bomb gun to His Majesty's forehead and berate him:

"Damn demon, get off my lord!"

However, Marum, whose pace was slowing down, soon realized that no one in this universe could corrupt it except His Majesty himself.

Tragic! It's His Majesty who has rebelled!

As Marum slowed down, the revelers behind him gradually caught up.

He regarded that pitiful "beauty" as a queen who needed to be saved.

If I hadn't sworn an oath to give everything for His Majesty...

At the same time, we also need to take care of Aaron's emotional reactions.

Otherwise, Marum would really like to try throwing His Majesty to the ground right now and see what the reaction would be.

Your Majesty, you are no human being!

Let us observe a few seconds of silence for the Primarchs, even though we have no right to do so, and such an act would be utterly rebellious.