Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

You are puzzled, having witnessed your father's grief.

He reached out and grabbed your hammer handle, then started spinning it haphazardly, turning you into a spinning top.

The Horus mech pilot, Vasto, immediately felt dizzy. Good heavens, no wonder the seniors handed over control to him so easily; it turned out they had such a premeditated plan!

Okay, since no one has any faith in me, I have to prove myself!

The Vashtor builds the cockpit and control sticks, taking control of you, and the engine oil boils.

Witness the bond that exists when five people work together to control a carrot and fight the final boss!

While the battles in the heavens transcended the mundane, the battles on the ground had already become one-sided.

After all, with Marum around, a Space Marine with unlimited ammunition and durability would be a devastating blow to any civilization that hasn't yet entered the industrial age.

Examples of confused, polluted old farmers or green-skinned people piercing ceramic steel with pitchforks or wooden sticks are not included.

These demons, who barely managed to reach this era with the blessing of the four gods, all became part of Marum's kill record.

Whether it was the Emperor's blessing or Aaron's blessing, Marum, in his divine grace state, was certain that he had truly killed these demons, rather than banishing them back to the warp.

Whether it's the power of the God Emperor or the power of the God Son, he uses his mouth and teeth in the same way!

The smooth conclusion of the ground battle relieved Orpeson, who had prepared for a difficult battle.

In many wars, he was a spectator who could do nothing.

Loken was worse off than himself; he was completely lost.

He could only bring blessings to the emperor through such worldly victories, so that he could win more easily in each era.

Olperson looked up and saw Horus being played with by the Emperor, who was spinning a top on him.

That's right, the advantage is on my side.

I'm already thinking about how to give my good nephew a gift when I see him later, and then I'll make a quick getaway.

When not in a raid, standing next to the Emperor for even a second is torture.

Aside from its outward appearance, which barely resembled a human, that guy possessed an inner obsession purer than chaos itself, which no one could sway.

"Marum, do you have anything left behind by the Emperor?"

"I want to use this as an opportunity to launch a ritual to cleanse the Egyptian army of its chaotic corruption, so they won't remember what happened."

Olperson's heart tightened as he called out to Marum, who was kicking the last demon's head off.

Is this child really Guilliman's offspring?

That action just now didn't seem like defeating the enemy, but rather like executing the enemy after defeating them.

Extreme warriors don't have that kind of tradition.

He only felt a throbbing in his eyes and brows, and couldn't remember anything else about the future that he hadn't figured out.

"Let me think. Your Majesty's belongings and our luggage are all left at the artisan camp."

Marum kicked the last demon's head off, then obediently packed away his chainsaw sword and bomb gun like a good boy.

It's like kindergarten children tidying up their tableware and wiping their chopsticks after finishing their meals.

Then he walked up to Olpeson and led him toward the artisan camp.

Olpeson thought to himself, "It would be good to see my good nephew before the Emperor wins, and then I'll make a quick getaway."

He took off his cloak, which was the gift he was going to give to Aaron.

It was a relic left behind by an immortal companion when he fought the Bull of Heaven. That poor companion eventually went to the underwater world.

He challenged the Bull of Heaven not for the glory of conquering monsters, but to develop some strange relationship.

Although it's normal to have some weird thoughts occasionally after living for a long time and not wanting to be human, Olpeson still felt that he couldn't be too detached from humanity.

Thinking about it this way, it's not easy for Neos and Erda to get together.

Sigh, Poseidon's orientation is always so strange; he can't even control his lower body.

However, this cloak is indeed impervious to all magic and wards off water and fire, making it the perfect gift for my good nephew to protect himself.

The two arrived outside the camp, where magazines were still falling from the sky, indicating that the blessing was lasting a bit too long.

"Aaron, Aaron! That's enough, the battle on the ground is over!"

Marum pushed open the door and watched as Aaron, whose hands were practically rubbing together until sparks flew, was carving magazines in batches, almost like an assembly line machine.

Upon hearing Marum's words, Aaron stopped what he was doing and slumped back in his chair.

"Phew, phew—that's good. I was worried you wouldn't have enough ammo. By the way, you said the ground battle is over, so the other battle is in the air?"

Aaron looked up and saw a cloudless sky; the scenery was beautiful.

“No need to look up, Aaron. Apart from me and Loken, no one else can see that war.”

A gentle, kind voice came from behind him. Olpeson, having removed his cloak, was looking at his good nephew with a kind expression.

Aaron was Neos's first child, so his other childless immortal companions were all kind to him.

He's the only son in their family, but his way of expressing goodwill is a bit strange.

They wanted to take the newborn Aaron on an adventure to see if he was immortal.

Then Erda beat them up, and several who dared to steal the children were killed and thrown into the sea to wait for resurrection.

When Erda made the killing, Neos didn't participate. He mainly found it interesting that he was testing whether Aaron was truly immortal, but he didn't dare say it at the time.

When Neos became Anda, those acts of throwing him into the river and onto the trees were probably the resentment of this old father who couldn't play with his son.

For some reason, Aaron felt that this stranger was a good person the moment he saw him.

“I am Olpeson, you can call me Uncle, Aaron. I held you when you were born.”

Uncle Hao burst into laughter, then suddenly his eyes sharpened:

"Wait, has your father ever mentioned me or said anything bad about me?"

Aaron looked at the kind old man curiously and murmured:

“No bad things? No, he just mentioned that you like to drink beer, while our family prefers fruit wine. When Father mentioned you, he looked nostalgic. He probably felt a little sad because he thought we wouldn’t see each other for the next few hundred years.”

Olperson looked suspicious as he walked into the courtyard and handed the cloak to Aaron.

"This is a gift for you, which may help you avoid some dangers. It's not easy for you to grow up safely by your father's side."

"I have no intention of arguing about right and wrong regarding the debate between fruit wine and beer. When you were little, I wanted to feed you beer, but your mother rushed out and kicked me away."

Aaron's expression was turning from beautiful to distorted; the more he listened to these words, the more something seemed off.

A terrible thought was taking root in his mind: his father had occasionally mentioned that he had a group of immortal friends.

Mother is also one of these immortal beings.

Even Uncle Olpeson, who seems so serious, said something so strange.

What does it mean to feed your newborn self beer?

Therefore, the mother's personality—

No, according to Uncle, Mother stopped her immortal friends from doing things to her.

Aaron tried to mentally prepare himself: how could a good mother be so unconventional?

He then accepted the cloak, intending to see which of his younger brothers might find it useful in the future.

Olpeson glanced back at the sky, sensing the progress of the battle, then turned back and said:

"Alright, the battle is about to end. I'm willing to fight for your father, but I don't want to see him. That old man is just as arrogant as Peturabo when he gets cocky. The good thing about him is that he doesn't become twisted."

When Aaron heard his uncle say that his father had many of his future brothers' traits, he even felt a little heartwarming.

This means that the good younger brothers only have one flaw in their father, so once that flaw is improved, the rest are all good points!

Aaron, with a look of anticipation for his younger brothers' bright future, couldn't help but smile.

This led Olpeson to believe that his good nephew agreed with him and was also very satisfied with his gift.

"I'm leaving, Marum. Take good care of Aaron; I really can't leave that old man to raise the child alone. Judging from my judgment, he's probably never cooked a single meal."

Marum suddenly felt himself starting to sweat again. He remembered the first meal he had eaten when he arrived at this time: His Majesty's grilled fish.

He firmly replied, "No, His Majesty will cook the meal himself."

Olperson looked at Guilliman's son with suspicion. Was this really not the Thousand Sons?

Do you expect the guy who was climbing trees with you to raid bird nests hundreds of years ago, and who would eat the food raw instead of cooked because he found it too troublesome, to cook for you?

"Hahaha! This is hilarious, but I have no time to verify the truth of these words. I'm leaving with my legion; you can deal with this mess yourselves."

Olpeson gave Aaron a final hug; aside from being bald, his good nephew was quite handsome.

This exemplary middle-aged tough guy left gracefully, without leaving any regrets.

Damn it, that old bastard is about to land, I'd better get out of here.

Aaron was deeply moved by Olpeson's appearance; it turned out that there really were people in this world who hated their fathers.

He thought that everyone except his mother was fond of his father and completely ignored his inhuman behavior.

The proportion of such people is simply too small. Look at Astartes tens of thousands of years later, the brothers' legions also have an attitude of "I'll do whatever you say" towards their father, and they can flexibly interpret their father's behavior.

That old bastard is awful.

A few minutes ago, [the End and Death].

You face the fate of being cleaved and dismantled; this time, due to the wrong controller, you have lost too much power.

You see your father coldly and ruthlessly severing your limbs and cutting off your head, as silently as if breaking a mechanical doll.

"Father,"

You wanted to whisper it out, but in the end, you also chose silence.

That's fine too. Being able to see my father once in all these moments is enough.

There were no loud noises or grand scenes; Horus of this era was slain, and the four gods each dusted themselves off and went their separate ways.

Only Vashtor remained struggling.

"Cursed one, you've been occupying this spot for too long, move aside now!"