Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Unfortunately, Marum was his father's servant.

So Aaron could only watch the donkey on Marum's back, awkwardly shifting his body to relieve the boredom of the journey.

The donkey's tongue was constantly trying to lick the Space Marine's ear, its dark brown tongue secreting saliva.

His limbs and thin legs were tied to Marum's arms and waist, and he occasionally let out a few braying sounds.

It must be an honor for this lowly creature to be carried by an Astartes.

But on the other hand, this is the emperor's property.

Therefore, Marum no longer felt offended, but instead became even more respectful.

Aaron kicked pebbles as he followed Marum, occasionally glancing back with a melancholy look at the receding city.

It wasn't that he missed the girls his companions wanted to introduce to him, but rather that he suddenly felt that the word "home" had taken on a new meaning for him.

Where exactly is his home? Is it with his mother or—

His gaze was drawn to the hunched figure walking silently ahead.

Marum always kept in mind his mission to maintain the relationship between father and son so that the Emperor could remain human. The cultural atmosphere of the Five Hundred Worlds allowed him to read the sadness in Aaron's eyes.

This is something many other Space Marines cannot do.

Astartes spoke slowly, his voice like that of a Macurag orator:

“Aaron, you are not homeless. Home is where your family is.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and whispered to himself:

"Actually, I don't like your serious tone of voice either. You were lying just now, weren't you?"

Marum said solemnly, "Guilliman's offspring, the Ultramarines, never use the power of lies!"

Aaron waved his hand, giving him a "you've got to be kidding me" look, and kicked the stone at his feet even further away:

“I guessed it all. That old man actually wanted to go to Egypt from the beginning. When I was about to make a choice, you gave me other options.”

"Thank you, but it's not necessary in the future. My desire to go to Egypt is also my own."

Luo Jia, my brother, wait for me!

"Oh, tell me something about the future. Fables say that Zeus will be overthrown by his son."

"The entire Mount Olympus will be set ablaze, and even the Milky Way, the constellations of countless heroes, and all the stars in the sky will fall."

"The magnificent palace was demolished, and the ruins were littered with the corpses of the Heavenly Palace Guards. The future master of the Heavenly Palace, a son, faced off against his father in the final showdown."

Aaron described the prophetic scenario with a slightly excited tone, all of which his mother had told him.

These myths, which were popular in the Athenian region, also circulated in Thebes, corroborating each other.

Marum seemed to have been triggered by some distant memory by these words, and he was unwilling to say more.

Even if he wanted to speak, the power of the emperor and fate made it difficult for him to talk about the future.

Because he knew that the prophecy was indeed true.

That mountain, that palace, the stars in the sky.

Everything that the father possesses will be destroyed by his son.

Primarchs who knew the future all met untimely deaths.

He's just an Astartes, not someone to be trifled with.

Seeing this, Aaron said disappointedly:

"Alright, alright, can I ask some other questions that don't involve those specific things?"

Marum recovered from his memories; he had not personally experienced the Great Rebellion.

But the genetic seeds passed down through generations, and the documents engraved in the internal library of the warband, can convey the feelings of that moment.

He finally nodded and said, "Please ask."

Aaron coughed twice, looked ahead, and saw that his father was quite far away and probably couldn't hear them.

This old man still has quite a thick head of hair.

But why are both of us bald?

Even Guilliman had a buzz cut.

Aaron asked in a low voice:

“When I was with my mother, I saw statues of the Olympian gods. To be honest, not many of them were bald.”

“But look at me,” Aaron patted his head, “Guilliman also has a buzz cut, and I just dreamt about another bald brother.”

"Do you think there's something wrong with this old man? Is that why all his children are bald or have difficulty getting thick hair?"

Marum stopped in his tracks, and the donkey on his back twisted its body in dissatisfaction.

The emperor's eldest son dreamed of his brother again?

He's bald, isn't he?

Father, I have no intention of offending your brother.

According to the records before the time travel, Shouzi's dream was vague.

It seems that he only remembered the obvious feature of being bald.

Marum organized his thoughts, then glanced cautiously at the Emperor hurrying on his way in the distance.

This father doesn't even look back. What if he loses his own son?

My God, Your Majesty, please forgive me, this was absolutely not my intention!

"Aaron, it's difficult for me to explain the concepts of hereditary traits and genes to you. Objectively speaking, the probability of your future brothers being bald is actually quite low, uh—"

"A quarter? Sorry, I was born after the Primarchs' time, and much of my knowledge has become obscured."

Aaron sighed:

"A quarter? That's quite high. Did that old man eat something wrong when he had those kids?"

It's definitely not possible that it's the mother's fault.

Haha~

As he walked, Aaron felt a little sleepy again. He rubbed his eyes and continued:

"By the way, Primarch, is that what you call my brothers?"

Marum nodded, straightened up, and handed all the items to his other hand to carry.

He then extended an invitation:

"Yes, Aaron."

"Please climb onto my back; there's still room for you to rest if you don't mind getting up close and personal with a donkey."

Aaron was already feeling sleepy, and he couldn't wait to meet his brother and explain things to him.

At least don't throw another punch and smash him into the sandpit.

He climbed up, put his arms around the donkey's neck, and laughed:

“It was there when I was born. My mother brought it from a temple in Macedonia when my parents got married.”

"Look at how old it looks, I even wonder if it is some kind of god."

After saying these words, Aaron fell into a deep sleep again.

When consciousness returned and eyes were opened, they were back in Colchis, the location Loka had described.

This is no longer the altar of fire I dreamed of, which means it is not where Vinicius is.

Instead, it was an ancient fortress located on a dark cliff, where huge stones were piled up everywhere and only torches provided light.

He was in a corridor of the fortress, and ahead of him was the square on the city wall.

There was a lot of noise coming from there, as if something was happening.

“I hope there’s no discrepancy in the timing,” Aaron muttered to himself, “and I don’t want to see an aging younger brother.”

He hurriedly ran towards the corner ahead, and when his view suddenly opened up, he saw his younger brother, Luo Jia, the big guy being torn apart by giant wolves that were howling all around.

Unlike the wolves he had ever seen, these wolves had twisted limbs and were enormous in size.

The wizards around them, dressed in black robes and clearly evil, were controlling these giant wolves.

These evil forces combined to inflict numerous serious damages even on his godlike younger brother.

"You damned beast, let go of my brother!"

Aaron roared and charged forward.

Chapter 10 Get off my brother!

Aaron howled, imagining himself as a guardian of the heavens like Marum, an Astartes.

He even had time to pick up the bronze swords scattered on the ground, as if the blades themselves were beginning to hum.

The dark followers turned around, and the leader grinned wickedly, chanting in the Athenian language that Aaron was familiar with:

“λκοθλασσα! Lexma! My children, devour this arrogant human!”

A huge wolf, its body engulfed in ghostly flames, strolled out from the pack, yet it didn't feel hot; instead, it looked as if it were burning on the seabed.

With each step it takes, its footprints leave traces of coral growth on the stone bricks, with a faint purple glow lurking within.

Lex Mael twisted his neck, the fiery mane on both sides of his neck swaying, and a tongue emerged from that foul-smelling giant mouth, splitting into more than a dozen segments, each with a sharp protrusion of a different shape growing from its tip.

Interestingly, dogs provide emotional support by licking their owners' bodies.

So, what owner would need these strange, grotesque tongues, whose structure clearly indicates they were designed to penetrate deep into some body tissue?

hiss~

This must hurt a lot.

Aaron instinctively tightened his waist and hips, quickening his pace in the charge.