Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Then I just lay lazily on the bed and didn't want to move at all.

Life is so boring. After eating and drinking to your heart's content, if you don't have any lofty goals, you might as well just lie in bed.

The dancer was the first to sense the Emperor's arrival. He hurriedly and excitedly looked at Aaron. Whether this was a meal replacement or not, it was just that it could create more strange parent-child relationships, which was pretty... something.

He watched as Aaron began to eat and drink voraciously, a look of excitement on his face.

Then, her gaze faltered as she watched Aaron lie down to rest after eating very little (compared to the intake of other gluttons).

waste.

The dancer had another thought: laziness is fine too; the kind of enjoyment that comes from endless indolence is also wonderful.

Then the dancers saw Aaron tumbling around like he had lice on his body, none of his poses were right.

There's no sense of pleasure in lying flat at all.

Damn it, this guy, how come your son didn't inherit any of your charm!

He really doesn't like this brat.

You actually think you can use him to replace you for six hundred years? Don't even think about it! Neos, you're mine!

The veteran finally stopped sharpening his knife, stood up, and walked into your body.

The pharaoh's head spread out like armor forged from black gold, with a red eyeball opening from the center of the breastplate, with black vertical stripes in the center.

A jet-black claw and a hammer each extend from your arm.

At this point, He should be fighting the Emperor; the dancers even have time for revelry. Once back, He will launch a surprise attack on the Slaanesh's realm and chop those Slaanesh demons into mincemeat!

It is intolerable that those precious weapons, which represent honor and courage, are being used for such sordid purposes.

Step forward with your body, walk toward the dancer, embrace and kiss her, and merge into her.

The scholar closed the book, not in a good mood. The research had gone wrong many times, and the project had made no progress at all.

Although he was the project manager and didn't care whether the projects were profitable or not, he felt frustrated that these projects were stuck at 99% progress, never changing to the final step, and he couldn't cancel them halfway and start over.

The scholar felt as if he had eaten shit, and he walked into your body in a sullen mood.

You looked at the motionless healer, who then stood up, opened his arms, and transformed into a dark green gel that enveloped you and flowed into your senses.

You let out a long breath and were about to head to your battlefield when a voice sounded beside you:

"Wait, wait, me too! We agreed, this time I'm joining [The End and Death]!"

It was Anriwen, the vessel of Vashtor, who was rushing over in a great hurry, fearing that his predecessors would abandon him and go to the battlefield alone.

You looked at your body; you already had armor and weapons.

He simply stomped on it, crushing it to the ground. The flesh and blood were mechanically assembled into a powered skateboard.

The ancient 4.5 whispers beside you:

"Go forth, gather your army, and wage war. And we will go and kill your father, again and again."

The four voices were already familiar, like actors who had recited these lines countless times on stage.

Only the newly added 0.5 voices were so excited.

You felt Khorne devour his fighting spirit, Tzeentch devour his cunning, Nurgle devour his mechanical vitality, and Slaanesh devour his pride.

You think to yourself, perhaps the Fourth was never ready to accept a fifth person; this is just a new pleasure they've found in their eternal game.

You begin to issue orders, and your army unfolds in an orderly fashion, with chariots lined up and catapults positioned behind them.

The enemy army is already on the edge of your sight, and you still haven't found the person you so desperately want to see.

Those vicious voices urged: "The outcome is already decided, but we must still brandish our weapons and move forward. Don't overthink it."

You walked forward in silence.

On the front lines of the battlefield, Marum didn't know how to face His Majesty's old friend.

He patrolled several times, but couldn't find any chaotic energy here.

One can't help but wonder if His Majesty is mistaken. While the Roman attack has no historical basis, it may be part of something that has not been recorded in history.

His slug was pressed against the mortal general's helmet, but no demons appeared behind him, nor did any health bar or name show up (crossed out).

"Alright, son of Guilliman, Marum Kaido, put down your gun. Is this how you treat your master's best friend, as an Astartes?"

The middle-aged, ordinary-looking general raised his head. His unassuming face possessed a tough, masculine quality that rivaled that of the soldiers of Katachon.

Damn it, he really is a demon! He actually claims to be His Majesty's closest friend!

Marum instinctively wanted to fire, but then he saw the man in front of him take off his helmet, looking exhausted. Suddenly, he transformed from a high-ranking general into someone who had walked for a long time, crossing a terrible desert, and barely managed to reach an oasis where he could rest.

Worse still, this oasis is even more torturous than the desert.

“I am Olpeson, you should have heard that bastard mention me. More than 30,000 years later, Loken and I are here, so more than 30,000 years ago, which is now, my fate has to be dragged into this as well, becoming an eternal spectator of the End and Death.”

"As for my current identity, I am a marshal of the Roman monarchy."

At this time, he was leading the Roman army south.

Marum was shocked and could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Rome is fine! His Majesty's judgment was wrong!

How could Your Majesty make a mistake!

No, it's not His Majesty who's mistaken, it's Master who's mistaken. Master is His Majesty, but he's not yet His Majesty.

Marum's Ultramarines' power armor once again entered a glowing blue phase, searching for a reasonable explanation for their thoughts.

The person who propelled Rome to an early victory and into the battle for supremacy was none other than Olperson.

He sensed the impending end and death and prepared his army to deal with the enemies.

Due to the limitations of the era, even if the enemy's army were corrupted, it would not be as powerful as it would be 40,000 years later, and the overall combat strength of both sides would be balanced.

When he senses that [End and Death] is about to be triggered, Orpeson, His Majesty's old friend, will take action to help his Majesty.

Of course, when there's nothing going on, everyone does their own thing, and the two are still in one of the few periods of conflict.

The next period of conflict will simply last longer.

"Alright, that old bastard, or rather, that little bastard, should be nearby. Let's go greet His Majesty."

Olpeson, having learned the truth, led Marum to find the Emperor who had descended upon the camp outside.

Marum already knew that the golden-armored body before him was His Majesty, and that there was no longer any other master.

He couldn't help but silently mourn for the old man, hoping that the old man could adapt to forty thousand years later.

Marum knelt on one knee, recounting the outcome:

"Your Majesty, the Roman army is not corrupt or decadent."

The emperor merely nodded slightly and looked at his old friend:

"Olpeson, lead the army in my stead."

The emperor's words were cold and harsh, while the latter wanted nothing more than to slap the thing, but after thinking about it, decided against it.

Olpeson sighed, "Just like the future, I am your war commander, Your Majesty, fighting for you, fighting for humanity."

"By the way, why do you think Rome would be incited by the demons of war?"

"I first set up a presence in Thebes, monitoring the fluctuations in various locations. Then I sensed that my soldiers had turned into plague zombies, and that's when I rushed over."

The Emperor offered no explanation, so Marum could only say:

"It's the young master's idea. He's not omniscient about the future, so it's normal for him to make mistakes in his judgments. But His Majesty is definitely right."

Olperson couldn't help but laugh out loud; only he could laugh so freely in front of the Emperor.

"Hahahaha! That young bastard is more to my liking; at least he makes mistakes. That future bastard is cold as a ghost, and when he schemes against others, he's like a dim sun. At least the young bastard's scheming has a touch of wicked humor."

"Let's go. We're all fighting for this poor soul who's trying to piece this shattered cup back together."

Olperson's speech also incorporated metaphors commonly used by people of this era:

"It's like you're holding a beautiful cup upside down in an awkward position. If you fall, the cup will shatter, and once the shards hit the ground, countless people will die."

"So, we've become His Majesty's helpers in maintaining this strange posture?" Marum asked curiously.

Olperson sneered:

"No, the cup broke a long time ago, it's just that none of the shards have hit the ground yet."

"Forget about these discouraging things. How is Aaron, my good nephew?"

To Marum's surprise, Olpeson knew of Aaron's existence. He asked in a trembling voice:

“The master once mentioned that Aaron has never seen you.”

Olpeson had already mounted his horse and was gathering his troops to prepare for battle against Horus's army. He invited Marum to ride up as well, as the Emperor's power would be enough to prevent Marum from crushing his horse to death.

The emperor himself was regarded as a maverick marshal's bodyguard in fine armor. The soldiers of Orpeson obeyed orders without questioning the sudden appearance of these things, and only knew how to destroy their enemies.

“Nios, do you know, these legions are the precursors to the Roman legions, a system I started training during the monarchy. Hahaha, when that big liar Macardo came to you, you were still reluctant and asked for my opinion.”

"And then you actually created twenty legions according to the Roman legion system."

Perhaps because Olpeson's time was also beginning to become disordered, his words spanned a considerable distance, as if two people from different times were having a conversation.

"So, what kind of legion have you prepared for Aaron? He's not the Primarch, and he doesn't have any special abilities. At least, when we left you and Ilda, we didn't find any divine power in him."

The emperor remained silent, saying nothing.

He knew that Olpeson was using this method to remind himself of humanity and not to remain in the state of the Black King.

Without ascending to godhood, there's no way to defeat those four things.

Ascending to godhood would lead to the destruction of humanity.

Therefore, the emperor chose to cheat as always: "I will first become a god, and after I figure out a way, I will turn back into a human."

This was also what Olpeson told him a long time ago.

Therefore, Anda Will's anthropomorphic scoundrel-like behavior may have stemmed from a suggestion he heard from Olpeson at the beginning of time.

The emperor pondered this; he was never one to suffer from mental exhaustion, no matter the circumstances.

Great, I've found a reason to fool Aaron.