Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum believed that His Majesty must be an excellent role model who was good at harnessing human curiosity and personally putting what he observed into practice.

Of course, this is the official description of an Ultra Warrior.

If Adachi were to sit down in the ready-to-launch catapult right now, like a tourist sitting in a dangerous spot at a scenic spot where climbing is strictly prohibited, posing for a photo, it would be quite risky.

Anda was sitting inside the catapult, touching and tapping around, and even discovered that his body fit the catapult's container perfectly.

This size design is indeed intended for throwing corpses; even a living person could lie comfortably inside.

Anda lay there with his arms outstretched, looking as relaxed as a middle-aged man on a beach vacation, except he was wearing sunglasses and sipping coconut juice.

He muttered, "Does that bastard Vashtor even consider ergonomics?"

Marum, somewhat wary, couldn't help but remind him:

“Sir, we haven’t solved the puzzle the way the model shows. If anyone unties the rope, you will be thrown into the air and land hundreds of meters away.”

Adachi became excited and even bounced around inside the special jig to feel the elasticity of the mechanical stress, exclaiming in admiration:

"In about ten thousand years, there will be a kind of entertainment called reverse bungee jumping, which launches people into the sky. Erda and I have tried it. When we fall, there is an artificial force field to protect us. It's pretty good."

"Sigh, it's a pity Aaron can't play this—"

Anda had just finished speaking with a slightly dejected air when a sudden inspiration struck him, and he was about to say what he was about to say next, but was stopped by the perceptive Marum:

"Your Majesty, do not think about throwing Aaron inside and then projecting him out. His body is just a healthy, ordinary human being, and it is difficult for him to withstand such an overload."

Adachi stubbornly persisted, like a bull, and calculated earnestly:

"The overload caused by the projectile force of this catapult is not even comparable to that of early aircraft from the late 20th century, and its climb altitude does not reach areas with thin air. There will be no problem even without wearing protective clothing!"

"After everyone's gone tonight, before we destroy these puzzles, I'll personally demonstrate it to you! In this world, whatever I say goes!"

Alright, it seems the two emperors have passed the early adjustment period and are now in a period of very smooth switching between each other.

Marum could only make a climbing motion with one hand, then slap it down with a "smack" on his other hand, stammering:

"Your Majesty, Aaron will probably turn into a puddle when he lands."

Anda froze on the spot. His son was capable of lifting Titans, and for a moment he didn't realize that Aaron was about to fall.

He's definitely not a good father; he's too carefree when it comes to taking care of his child.

However, he is no longer the emperor of the future who would turn dark and say nothing, making no attempt to make amends.

As the patriarch, he coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment and explained:

"Don't worry, I'll use psionic energy to create an artificial force field, and all its specifications will perfectly meet the safety standards of that future amusement park. How could I not consider my son's safety? Marum, you need to change your stereotypes about me!"

Marum was powerless to argue with His Majesty; whatever he said was right, and this time at least he was willing to offer an explanation.

This method is indeed safe, but he sincerely believed that His Majesty had absolutely not considered this point before he raised the issue of implementation.

If no one had brought this up, he felt Aaron would definitely not have agreed to be sent to the catapult as a test subject tonight.

Then His Majesty would take advantage of Aaron's sleep, throw him up there, and start the process.

Only then did she begin to wonder why her son had fallen so fast, and then she started frantically trying to figure out how to save him as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, when Erda comes back and sees that her disabled son is alright, she can just say that he had an accident while growing up and cover Aaron's mouth.

Future technology can still save us.

Marum didn't even want to think about what would happen if it were a box of Aaron.

Adachi, who had planned to take his son to experience the futuristic amusement park, had to leave this terrifying experiment for tonight, as a final act before destroying the machine.

But when his resentful gaze occasionally drifted over, it sent a chill down Marum's spine.

I seem to have disobeyed His Majesty of this era far too many times. No, this is just honest advice that's hard to hear!

Marum quickly tried to mentally prepare himself.

Finally, he had to take the initiative to suggest, "Sir, if the situation allows, and you want to play with—no, I mean, test the power of this catapult, you can throw me out."

Let the Emperor's angel Astartes bear the burden of everything in the Empire!

Anda simply kicked him: "Get out of here. I want to see my son screaming in terror in the air. When you're thrown out, all you'll remember is being launched directly onto the battlefield by rail."

"Forget it, I'll go and kill the author of Starship Troopers when the 20th century comes."

"You come up here and find a place to lie down. I have to say, when Vashtor started considering ergonomics, his weird stuff actually turned out to be quite useful. Why didn't they take that into account when the Golden Throne was built?"

Anda was very dissatisfied. The thought of sitting in such an uncomfortable position for more than 10,000 years made him want to put a pillow under his back.

Marum patiently noted down His Majesty's complaints and relayed them back.

The Cult of Mechanics has a dedicated department that maintains the Golden Throne. They don't need to jump into the furnace (although they have tried to do so), and they may not have actually made any adjustments to the Golden Throne's settings for many years.

But simply adding a cushion behind the waist, or moving the back of the throne back a little, won't suddenly cause the entire throne to collapse and His Majesty to die, right?

Marum was stunned, but his body obediently jumped up and found a catapult hole nearby to lie down in.

“I’ll take you to Hawaii to sunbathe sometime. You can teach Aaron to swim then. He’s still a terrible swimmer. I threw him in the river when he was a kid so he could learn to swim, but he thought I was just ignoring him. It’s awful.”

His Majesty continued speaking in ways that Marum could not understand.

Fortunately, the Pharaoh's servants shouted at them from the side, and the two of them fled in panic, like tourists sneaking into a restricted area of ​​a tourist attraction.

By noon, all the craftsmen were gathered together. The body of the Vashtor, Anriwen, had been fitted with a metal-cast back support and leg brace so that he would appear taller when he stood up.

Adachi glanced coldly at the arrogant Anliwen standing on the platform and couldn't help but complain:

"I think those Martians want to turn themselves into huge, deformed hunchbacks on the ground, so why are they pursuing a complete human form when they come to the demons?"

Marum respectfully replied, "My lord, it's probably because the current technology is inadequate. If we were to perform any modification surgery on the vessel of a demon, it would lead to infection or massive bleeding and death due to the medical and sanitary conditions of this era."

Anda smacked his lips and pondered:

“Marum, report to this guy as a craftsman, and subtly suggest that he chop off his hands or legs and replace them with metal ones, as they would be more efficient.”

"If he can be persuaded to break his own head, things will be much easier later on. In this era, demons can't bring a person back to life after physical death. Nurgle is an exception, but I don't think he'll remind Vashtor, hahaha!"

His Majesty is always so optimistic. Marum always felt that if there weren't so many restrictions, he could just go up and use his chainsaw sword to chop the living person who was the demon's vessel into a human pig, and all the problems would be solved.

The leader's speech took up a lot of time; it should have been a technical exchange meeting, teaching how to use a catapult.

However, this demonic vessel boasted for almost an hour about the Pharaoh's favor and the blessings of the gods.

Finally, they quickly began explaining how the catapult worked and the maintenance tasks the craftsmen needed to complete each day.

To ensure that catapults can be deployed immediately during battle.

(This also ensures that you guys can be crammed in as soon as possible).

Anda's forehead throbbed with embarrassment: 'What? You called everyone together just to talk about these trivial things? Marum, tell me, will giving a speech in the future be this cumbersome?'

Marum said with deep respect, “My lord, if you had been able to give a speech back then, I think the entire empire would have stood tall with pride and listened attentively to your words.”

Adachi slapped his forehead:

"Then forget it. At least in this era, people can make fun of Zeus in private. As long as it doesn't go too far, blasphemy isn't so easy to get killed for. But from what you're saying, in the future, you won't make blasphemy even more disgusting than we ancient people do, will you?"

Marum had absolutely no qualms about this; it was all the work of the State Church and the Inquisition.

However, to protect His Majesty's blood pressure, he used his usual Macuragian sentence structure to deflect the question.

[The specific text content is omitted here as it cannot be included. Please visit the Ultra Warrior Archives and request access to the famous "Imperial Chronicles" compiled by Marum Kaido. Note: If you find any discrepancies between the records of His Majesty the Emperor and those in the Imperial Historian's official history, please upload this evidence to the nearest court of judgment.]

The boring conference didn't end until sunset. It wasn't like a Dionysian festival where everyone was having a party. What fun could a bunch of grown men have together?

Enriwen eagerly returned to the Pharaoh's side, and his consciousness switched to Vashtor.

Although he is still standing on the edge of the table, he has already been in such close contact with the others who are sitting at the table!

If circumstances allowed, he would even be willing to sit close to Nurgle and squeeze onto the same stool temporarily.

Anyway, if Tzeentch can make electronic viruses, why can't my brother N work with me to make them too!

Inside the Pharaoh's palace, in the deepest part, only the Pharaoh and his four elder brothers (sisters) were present.

The old soldier was still sharpening his knife; he was almost finished processing the rusty blade that was covered in blood.

The wise man and the dancer were absent today, leaving two seats empty. Vashtor looked at the veteran, who gave him a look of heroic encouragement.

Vashtor responded to the courageous gaze, nodded, and sat in the seat of the wise man.

"Lord of Life, I have a few small questions for you to answer. Are you sure that those who will be used as cannon fodder in the future are already sick?"

"I feel like they are too energetic. A few days ago they were at least sneezing, but these days they don't look sick at all."

The doctor simply sipped his tea in silence; it was not a relic of this era, but something He had brought from the garden himself.

The doctor took a sip, his tone cheerful, yet a sense of death seemed to emanate from him:

Are you doubting us? Doubting the position you're vying for?

Vashtor had never realized that this kind-hearted doctor could possess such a terrifying, deathly stillness even when he was all smiles.

"No, no."

Brother, you should just use flies to spell words and talk to me, or maggots will do if all else fails.

Chapter 93 Fallen Loga: What do you mean Titus came looking for me? (36K)

"To us, you are still just an ordinary person, Vashtor. Know your place."

Nurgle loves everyone, but he also ranks his favorites.

Otherwise, those top-tier subordinates wouldn't have the motivation to achieve their KPIs.

Vashtor dared not say more; the fact that he was allowed to sit at the table to eat while Tzeentch was away was already the greatest mercy Nurgle could show.

The veteran's gaze gradually turned disdainful; he had thought this man might actually stand up for himself.

It turns out it was all just a showpiece.

"Rumble--"

Countless hot breaths emanated from the veteran's nostrils, representing the fury of His breath.

Now look what's happened! He finally got to sit down at the table for dinner, only to find that the other two people there were unhappy with him.

He got straight to the point and focused on resolving the issue quickly.

According to Tzeentch's plan, as long as he can get the Black King to move his backside and then create a technological chaos that covers the entire galaxy, he can build a ladder to godhood for himself.