Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Look at what you're saying. I just want to finish my plan before Aaron finds a partner on his own, so that it will seem like my plan is useful, instead of the fact that this kid can find a partner without me at all."

When Anda mentioned this, his face suddenly contorted, and his voice became hoarse:

"Aaron, Aaron! Damn it, his life must be under my control!"

Marum shifted his feet slightly, moving a little further away.

It seems the anthropomorphic conservation law still holds true; His Majesty will still randomly generate classics.

These things should not be recorded in your prepared "Emperor's Daily Life Record," lest they have an unpleasant impact when circulated in the Ultra Warrior Archives later.

That's right, Marum's "The Emperor's Daily Life" is not intended for public release; it will simply be kept in the Chapter's archives, as is customary among Ultramarines.

Many siblings have similar behaviors, most of which are records of genuine encounters with some unknown alien planet or some strange and heretical events.

I heard there's a secret ranking of published books, and people anonymously go in and give their likes.

As long as my "Daily Records of the Emperor" is successfully uploaded, I'm sure I'll win first place and receive countless likes and praises!

In the future, when brothers and sisters are in the same terrible predicament as you, they can recite new scriptures to receive protection.

At this stage, His Majesty is not like he will be in the future, with countless people calling out to him; the pool of available resources is still relatively abundant.

Unaware of Marum's plans, Anda prepared to create a device for Aaron that would make it easier for him to face Peturabo.

In Anda's eyes, as long as these Space Marines didn't go berserk when they encountered Primarchs, their loyalty was quite secure.

He carefully reached out and grabbed Aaron by the neck.

Marum was taken aback:

"Sir, you don't want it!"

Oh no! His Majesty can't be thinking that Aaron got the chance to find a partner through a plan outside of his own, so he's decided to kill Aaron first!

If Macardo were to witness this scene, he would only remark that it would be a shame if this barbarian from Asia Minor could be so ruthless as to personally deal with these sons who had gone against his plans.

Instead of leaving all the bad cop roles to themselves.

Perhaps the Great Expedition will be even more successful.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not Saturn or Cronus, I'm just estimating the size of the Primarch's hand."

Anda glanced back at Marum's terrified expression, then said dismissively:

"I seem to vaguely remember that it was Peturabo who strangled his foster sister. I don't know what's wrong with that guy, why does he have to like strangling people?"

"Or is it that this idiot's brain simply can't get nutrients from his body through his neck, which is why he's such a moron!"

Adachi relentlessly criticized his future problem child, his hands twirling in various directions as he considered his future position.

Finally, a very good shape was settled on.

Ω.

“Perhaps I can just remove the insignia from your power armor. Look, it would fit perfectly around Aaron’s neck.”

Anda burst into laughter, delighted with his own extraordinary wisdom.

It seems that only Tzeentch could share in the joy of this plan.

Marum counted on his fingers how many inhuman things His Majesty had said today.

When exactly can we switch to anthropomorphic mode?

However, out of his oath to Astartes, Marum dutifully replied:

“Sir, I don’t think physical protection is necessary. After all, the Primarch may have psychological issues, but he’s certainly not blind. He saw something on Aaron’s neck and still tried to pinch it.”

Upon hearing this, Anda suddenly froze, then clapped his hands and burst into laughter:

“I understand. Make it invisible, or make it look like it would break if you squeezed it. That way, Peturabo will only use more force.”

"Then we'll add something to it, ahahaha! We'll add some neurotoxin and make that guy's fingers swell up for months. That way he won't be able to tinker with his gadgets."

Marum decided it was best to keep quiet if this actually happened.

If the future Perturabo knew that this was advice from an Ultramarines, his father Guilliman would probably not be very happy.

Lord Dorne might become the second thorn in Perturabo's side, while his father would rise to the first.

“My lord, what I mean is, psionic protection.” Marum decided to be more resolute. This was not to go against His Majesty’s will, but since His Majesty had said that his father, Guilliman, would be the next emperor, he had a responsibility to uphold his father’s reputation. “Psionic protection will suffice. It will not affect Aaron’s actions, nor will it leave him with a strange circle on his neck.”

He pondered for a moment, not forgetting to add:

"We must protect the dignity of teenagers."

Anda reluctantly let go, rubbing her fingers together with a hint of reluctance.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. We'll just set up some psionic protection. But Aaron doesn't have the kind of psionic power we're familiar with. This is a power inherited from Erda, so we still need to find a physical vessel for it."

"Just use this."

Anda plucked two strands of hair from her head and deftly twisted them into two loops with her fingers.

“One for Aaron, one for Katherine. I prefer to believe that Loka will change the future because of Aaron’s existence.”

"I don't think Perturabo will change so easily. That guy has such a sour face, like he's saying, 'I'm awesome, I've sacrificed so much, why don't you love me? You're just using me.'"

Marum thought His Majesty's analogy was very insightful, and wondered if His Majesty had finally switched to anthropomorphism.

But the next moment, Anda's words plunged Marum into an icy abyss:

"Could it be that he didn't realize that I treated all my sons the same way during the Great Expedition? I really don't have the energy to be a caring father and soothe the kids. He's so grown up, who knows he's just a giant baby."

Damn it, there's no conclusion at all about the duration of His Majesty's two forms!

The journey for the day was over, and Aaron finally got off his horse, looking at the two tiny hair rings hanging on his fingers.

"Hey, what is this?"

Marum, walking beside the fifth son, explained:

"The gift the master gave you and Katherine, as long as this hair is still wrapped around your fingers, no one can—"

Marum pointed to his neck and swayed it from side to side to indicate:

“Click! Aaron, the master really loves you. He's just not good at expressing it.”

After saying this, Marum unconsciously touched the tip of his nose.

Chapter 83 The Dual Gods' Choice Part 2: Vashtor's Adventure (3K)

For the next few days, Aaron was unable to enter his dreams and see Little Pei.

It seems that Katherine is trying to persuade her troubled younger brother. Once Xiao Pei has recovered psychologically, the two brothers might be able to sit down and have a good talk next time they meet.

But how should I give this hair ring to Katherine?

He has never given a girl a gift before.

Many boys and girls have given me gifts, but of course, the ultimate goal is to pass these things on to my father.

Oh well, things will work themselves out. It's just giving a girl a ring, what's so difficult about that?

After recovering his spirits, Aaron finally had time to experience this boring life, having already seen all the scenery along the way.

The people around me have also learned the techniques quite well.

But such a peaceful life was good, at least there was no danger, and they arrived in Thebes in this uneventful way.

Then the father kills the demons, and everyone packs up and goes home to continue their lives.

However, it's clear that the weather wasn't cooperating, if there really is a Heavenly Emperor.

When the first person started sneezing, everything began to go strange.

Aaron could see several people sneezing and having runny noses as he walked through the ranks of the craftsmen.

The symptoms appear mild, but the transmission rate is quite high.

On the second day, almost all the artisans began to show symptoms.

Even Adachi!

“Father, have you noticed that everyone around us seems to have caught a cold or fever? Although we’ve traveled quite a distance north, the climate change hasn’t been that noticeable; in fact, it’s even hotter. We shouldn’t be catching a cold at all.”

"By the way, why are you sneezing? You don't even have a runny nose!"

During his day off, Aaron brought back a few blankets and looked at his father, who was pretending to be sick, with great dissatisfaction.

This old man becomes unruly at crucial moments and is of no use whatsoever.

Marum was fanning himself with a small fan and tending a small stove nearby.

Ancient Egypt had a good technique for preparing medicine. In fact, several ancient civilizations had practices of collecting strange plants and consuming them in different ways to see if they had any effects.

This can be said to be an inevitable path in the development of human civilization.

This knowledge became the earliest medical experience, not counting the strange religious elements added later in tribal civilizations and even after the establishment of states.

Aaron believed that herbs are just herbs, and their effectiveness wouldn't increase just because someone was performing a shamanic ritual nearby.

"After it boils, let me spit some saliva into it."

Anda didn't answer Aaron's question, but instead went to Marum's side and carefully examined the small pot on the stove.

"Of all those old things, He was the only one who couldn't sit still. Before He even realized that the function of the wine glass had been tampered with, He started to come up with some new things."

Anda muttered curses under his breath, then coughed a few times, seeing the look in his son's eyes that seemed to regard him as a pervert.

"Ahem, I'm not some pervert who wants others to drink my saliva. It's just that the guy named Nurgle, well, anyway you all know Tzeentch's name, so it's not a big deal."

"However, the effects of that evil thing called Nurgle require at least an item of the same level to mark and counteract."

"I can't find anyone else to help me right now, so I can only make do with this. By the way, the Future of Medicine says that saliva has certain antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects. Whether it's a rumor or not, it probably does have some use."

Anda explained his actions without changing his expression, and even Marum was quite convinced by it.

After all, if the people of the state religion knew that some people only had a minor cold, they would need the Emperor's saliva to cure them.

They don't know how it will twist into something.

"Marum, you'll have to keep up the good work tonight, going to those command posts to gather information. I need to get some tea and water for my fellow workers first. Ah, this reminds me of the days when I was building the pyramids with my comrades."

Anda reminisced about the past; he had many companions, but none of them could stand him.