Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 103 Aaron's Chosen One: Marumkaido!

“I’m not going to drag him into that future, you know that.”

The emperor's voice did not seem to emanate from beneath his armor, but rather from beyond countless worlds.

In a vision that transcends the real world and the subspace, a black giant and a golden giant are approaching each other.

Even though the outcome was already predetermined, this war was destined to last for an immeasurably long time, until the ritual was truly completed and the Dark Lord was born, at which point it would not end.

Olpeson chuckled a few times. He was practically the epitome of a tough guy in pure human culture at some point in the future; all that was missing was a soldier's shirt and trousers, a bullet belt slung over his shoulder, and a cigar in his mouth.

"Hehehe, you've finally said something sensible. I hope this is your true wish, and not part of some bigger plan. We, your friends, are all driven to the brink of nervous breakdown by your plans, and even doubt whether we're living forever or if it's a curse you've placed on us."

"However, old friend, I will always be there for you when you need me most."

He pulled on the horse's reins, and the entire legion obeyed without question, coming to a stop.

They saw the Pharaoh's army ahead.

"War was inevitable, but when did they come up with the catapult?"

Olperson spotted the terrifying war beasts at a glance; Thebes' defenses were utterly powerless to stop them.

Even if they take the initiative and fight a positional war, they will have to pay a heavy price to get close to the other side.

"That filthy gear has joined in too. It doesn't matter. I'll fight my battle, and you fight yours."

"Let what is rightfully yours be rightfully yours, and let what is not rightfully yours be nothing."

The Emperor walked forward alone. Within the Pharaoh's ranks, chaos corrupted and eroded the world, surpassing the so-called stable period of warp in the history of time discontinuity. The Pharaoh, who had completely transformed into Horus, also emerged alone from the ranks.

Both sides' soldiers had descended into madness and lost their original sanity.

Roman soldiers were more vulnerable.

Olperson couldn't help but shout:

"You have to help them! Just like you've done so many times!"

The emperor reached out and tore open the battlefield, golden flames burst forth, and enormous lightning bolts gathered from the sky, forming a staircase, with a giant wolf's head descending from the clouds.

This perfectly matched the wolf banner of the Roman legions.

"This is it. You guided the establishment of this country for this moment. You need a real legion. You are the king of all armies!"

Olpeson shouted to cheer on his friend.

Marum, who was beside him, was taking notes on these words and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, please allow me to address you this way: Is the 'King of All Armies' the origin of the later 'Lord of All Armies'?"

Extreme warriors like to trace things back to their origins and find the source of all historical records.

If we could figure out the origin of one of the emperor's titles, it would be an extremely valuable historical record.

Whether the battle is won or lost is not his concern.

Olpesson tapped out a rhythm, estimating when the charge would begin, and casually remarked:

"I suppose so, but that was proposed hundreds of years later when the Old Testament was written. We're just using it."

Marum hurriedly reminded them, "All the catapults have been destroyed by us. Although they are covered in terrible curses and puzzles, with Aaron's help, the legion will not suffer too many losses."

Olperson laughed: "Alright, actually I'd prefer Dorne's offspring to come. We're not here to fight, but to protect."

He believed Marum's words without reservation, entrusting the lives of these legionary soldiers to him, and brandished his sword high:

"Soldiers, for victory!"

"charge!"

Marum then dismounted and unleashed his Ultra Warrior form:

"For the Emperor!"

He could have easily taken down all the humans present by himself, if it weren't for those space undead-like monsters that crawled out from the opposite side.

Sure enough, apart from the mechanical constructs that Vashtor had been working on, how could the powers of the other four Chaos Gods remain hidden?

These forces created the chaotic monsters that bred out. Clearly, if today's survivors, after regaining their senses, occasionally recall their physical reactions to these monsters, those myths and legends would find new inspiration.

"I will deal with these chaotic filths; mortals can handle the wars between mortals."

Marum ran faster and faster, almost exceeding the speed of a cavalry charge, and was the first to entangle with those abominable monsters.

The deafening roar of exploding bombs and the buzzing of chainsaws nearly drowned out the shouts from the entire battlefield.

The writhing movements of the mortals fighting on the surface of the earth made it impossible to observe the battle between the two sides that had entered the altar.

That was a fighting style they couldn't understand.

All they need to do is be enveloped in the light of chaos or golden flames to become the last survivors.

Marum finally felt like he was having some fun, with enough enemies to withstand the chainsaw sword and the slug gun to keep him entertained.

Then the problem arose: he was out of bullets.

He arrived just as he was to be presented to the Golden Throne, but at that time he only had one magazine left in his sidearm.

When I killed the Steelbone Hippo before, it was thanks to the Lord's blessing that I was given unlimited ammo.

Now that I've used up all my bullets, I'll have to engage in close combat.

"By the Emperor! You filth need to be purified!"

"Even if all that's left is my fists, I, the son of Guilliman, will annihilate you all!"

"Aaron, I will protect the peace of your era!"

Marum roared out the names of the three most important people in his life, and bullets began to regenerate from the magazine of his explosive pistol at his waist.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Lavist City, at the artisan camp.

Because the catapults broke down, all the craftsmen who were originally meant to be used as ammunition were thrown into confusion and confusion due to the chaos, and rushed towards the direction of war.

As a result, Aaron watched as everyone rushed towards the battlefield like madmen, while he himself felt nothing amiss.

Has the war already begun?

He sat listlessly in the artisan camp, staring blankly at the tools scattered all over the ground.

Until his father's words surfaced in his mind:

“This is the last thing I can tell you, Aaron. Now go and carve Marum, carve his bullets, his weapons, his armor.”

"If you meet my future self, remember to slap him. Hitting myself will only hurt my present self."

The father's words were initially quite serious, but they may have contained some hints of strange sacrificial practices.

Aaron understood that his carving of Marum would aid Marum in his battles.

And the following paragraph, um—

What's really interesting is that the father, 40,000 years from now, is still a bastard, and to the point that even the father who thinks he's a bastard now thinks he's an even bigger bastard.

He's almost forgotten what the word "bastard" means.

"Alright, Father, you said it yourself, I won't show any mercy."

Aaron quickly packed up his tools and began carving Marum, adding the heavy armor and weapons he had seen before, which resembled those of a celestial guard.

He carved more blades into the chainsaw sword and nearly countless magazines into the slug gun.

That's right. After working for a while, Aaron felt that carving bullets was too much trouble, so he decided to just carve the magazine directly!

So, bomb magazines began falling from the sky over Marum, perfectly suited to his weapon.

The chainsaw sword in his other hand would not become rusty or dull due to the enemy's special corrosion or curse.

This is divine grace!

He was being watched by His Majesty!

However, Marum felt something was off; the scent emanating from these magazines seemed more like Aaron's!

Could it be that Aaron can also demonstrate the ability to create things out of thin air in the real world?

Marum decided not to think too much for the time being. Once he entered the state of divine grace, he would focus on killing enemies. The more heads he cut off, the more loyal he would be to His Majesty!

The better the era, the more it protects Aaron!

Khorne was delighted by Marum's battle and blessed it once more, sending even more Chaos Creatures into a frenzy to attack.

Khorne even mobilized all the demons to attack Marum alone. Because of Khorne's distraction, Horus was unable to block the emperor's strikes during the battle and was forced to retreat step by step.

There's no way around it, Khorne is the most powerful among them, it's like the team's top player suddenly getting distracted during a team fight and going to practice their skills by soloing with the girl next door.

No wonder this team has no chance of winning!

Of all these gods, only Vashtor, who was participating for the first time, was very excited. Even if he failed in the end, it didn't matter. Completing one "End and Death" was equivalent to officially embarking on the path to godhood. If anyone wanted to compete with him for the godhood of evil arts, then their status would always be below his!

He grew bolder and actually tried to take over Khorne's position, starting to control Horus like a mech to fight the Emperor.

Jianqi watched all this with a sly smile, offering no warning.

When that red-skinned dog comes back, let's see if Vashtor will be torn to pieces.

Then they will be able to eat even more.

A malevolent voice began to whisper:

You stand firm, responding to the ancient call, and resolve to cast aside those claws and focus on fighting with a single weapon.

You know that your father is a master swordsman, unparalleled throughout history, and studied under countless masters.

Determined to overcome skill with brute force, you gaze upon the perfect mechanical stress formula revealed to you by the gods, transforming your body into a machine that perfectly executes commands, and launch your attack.

Your weapons appeared in all directions around your father, but these were just feints. Although they were deflected one by one, your heaviest attack had already reached your father's face.

You looked on with joy, wanting to see even the slightest hint of emotion on your father's face.

But you didn't see any expression on your face. Even when your father was attacked, his cold expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know you were his son.

Chapter 104 (Still 10,000 words a day!) I will win, I will become a god (36K)