Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

While saving his brothers, can he prevent his father from becoming like that in the future?

"Father, I will live a good life."

Aaron suddenly spoke, startling Anda, who was trying to remain calm, so much so that she almost jumped up.

He has never been good at expressing love to his family, and in the future, in order to pursue his goals, he may simply issue tasks and express some emotions according to the requirements.

This foolish son, seemingly oblivious to subtlety and tact, went straight to the heart.

"Alright, alright, I've told you so many times, the future has nothing to do with you. Marum, get Fifth Brother ready too, we're leaving for Athens tomorrow!"

Anda decisively ended the situation that was about to turn into a family drama, leaving these emotions for her future self to reminisce and regret.

His son is still alive and well right now, but that bastard won't have a son by his side in the future.

Guilliman said his father was the King of Connaught.

That brat needs to be taught a lesson sometime.

While one of the countless "ends and deaths" in the pre-Christian era ended peacefully and smoothly, the Holy Terra, more than 40,000 years later, was not so tranquil.

A terrifying voice was spreading throughout the palace via its public address system, conveying only one main message that could be clearly heard:

"We will never abandon you (the state religion considers it plural)."

The divine emperor has manifested!

This was a consensus, so much so that the Inquisition and the various factions within the State Church also held this view.

Then they began to interpret the sentence in their own ways.

Clearly, this is a call for us not to abandon the correct path we have adhered to in the past.

For example, there was the faction that planned to re-clone Horus to serve as a vessel for the Emperor, especially after Guilliman burned down Nurgle Gardens, which provided a real-life example of this, and the arrogance of this faction was at its zenith.

As for those who assassinated the God Emperor so that he could rise again, their eyes were filled with tears, and the daggers in their hands were gleaming.

The Imperial Guards had very strict controls, preventing them from entering the palace through normal means.

The only open reservation interface already has a waiting list stretching over 100,000 years.

No matter how chaotic the area outside the palace was, the Imperial Guards did not intervene.

They simply escorted Loiska, who had finally made it to the palace gates, inside the palace to prepare for her audience with His Majesty.

Then several Imperial Guard organizations gathered together to carefully analyze His Majesty's instructions.

Those ancient Terran songs and dances were certainly good; they were probably some of His Majesty's favorite tunes in his early years.

They simply couldn't understand what His Majesty was trying to do, jumping from "Ride of the Valkyries" to this pop song all of a sudden.

But it doesn't matter; the Imperial Guards will discuss every unusual leak of information about His Majesty from the Golden Throne.

They even went so far as to incorporate the findings of those outside creatures to ensure that His Majesty's needs could be met as quickly as possible.

After all the turmoil has subsided.

The Guardians' seminar concluded that the piece would be included in the morning broadcasts of the Holy Terra on weekdays.

Many documents were printed and disseminated, flowing to every corner of the world.

The next issue then came to the table: how to deal with His Majesty's eldest son, Aaron Wel.

The state religion kept this news a secret, pretending that the person did not exist.

Only those in the Tribunal who attempted to summon Aaron were punished by His Majesty himself.

Therefore, His Majesty's attitude is quite clear: like the state religion, they should simply pretend this person doesn't exist. Don't associate anything from this era with Aaron Well.

Given that most of His Majesty's sons, apart from Prince Guilliman, are disloyal and either cannot be found or have betrayed the Empire.

Therefore, a conservative approach to Aaron Weir may be the most appropriate.

They couldn't help but envy Marum Kaido, the son of the Ultra Warrior, for being able to serve His Majesty at his side. It was truly enviable.

None of this has anything to do with the emperor.

He sat alone on the throne, without even a pillow to lean on, unable to open his mouth to express his demands.

He didn't actually like that song that much, which means he'd been fooled too many times.

He needs a pillow more.

Marum, how could you forget this one thing?

Chapter 106 Bullfighting Peturabo

Anda sneaks out in the middle of the night to change people's perceptions.

He saw the cloak that Olpeson had given to Aaron and knew that his old friends in Rome would take care of things, so he didn't need to worry too much.

He turned history into a grand Dionysian festival, and the Pharaoh took the opportunity to observe the people's conditions, which is why he traveled so far.

It's a waste of resources and manpower to travel so far to have a party, isn't that a bit too radical? But slave owners and feudal rulers, as figures in their respective eras who were prone to creating scandals and being recorded in history, are precisely because of these scandals that they are more noteworthy than their actual achievements.

After all, it's difficult to understand these things without studying Egyptian history.

But if you go overboard with something, it might get picked up by those self-media creators and become known to millions of people.

Anda thought to himself that he was glad he had done a good job of handling the aftermath. Until the future Terra unification war, no one had discovered that there was an abstract version of himself in human history who was taking advantage of the chaos and lying on the wheels of history.

The next morning, the family set off, bidding farewell to the artisans who had inexplicably received the Pharaoh's fabric.

The three people and the donkey set off on the road heading north.

They didn't need to go to Thebes; they sailed directly along the nearest port to the Mediterranean to a port near Athens.

At this time, the ancient Greek city-states no longer had the influence they once had, and the Kingdom of Macedon was the regional hegemon.

It's true that the older and more complete a culture is, the more likely it is to be sought after.

As a result, the mainstream belief in Macedonia was still Greek mythology. For ordinary people, life didn't change much. They still celebrated the same holidays, and the girls they wanted to pursue didn't become any easier to win over just because of the change in ruling power.

In the future, when Rome transitioned from the monarchical era to the true Roman Empire, it would still need to use this mythological system.

“Father, it seems we can cross the Aegean Sea, but we can’t go to Crete, where the Minotaur is. That’s where the Minotaur are from mythology, and I really hope to see the mythical creatures alive.”

Aaron was leading the fifth donkey onto the boat. Fortunately, the old donkey didn't get seasick, so there was no need to worry about it suddenly vomiting something disgusting.

Marum was tidying up the cabin for lodging, while only Aaron and Anda leaned against the railing of the oarsman, gazing at the beautiful seaside scenery.

Anda wondered if his immortal friend, who had escaped to the sea, had found those strangely shaped creatures in the deep ocean that could further stimulate his desires.

Sigh, compared to his friends, he was the most human.

Otherwise, Erda wouldn't have accepted him.

But why do people in the future believe that the immortals couldn't bear to leave?

Can't they be more perverted than me?

Anda, busy considering these issues, didn't have time to answer Aaron's question, and simply said casually:

"Crete is at the southernmost tip of the Aegean Sea. We're not going that way. If you want to see the minotaurs, I'll throw you into the sea."

"Hey kid, why do you like watching these weird things so much? Is it just the morbid curiosity that's typical of teenagers?"

Anda was being perfunctory with his son.

After a [Termination and Death] ends, there will be no signs of chaotic corruption and erosion for a long time.

Where is he going to catch a minotaur for his son? Is he going to start making genetically modified crops right now?

We can't exactly send a message to the Imperial Guards from the future, asking them to find a horned, bull-looking demon, beat it half to death, and send it over.

It's difficult. It would be better if Aaron told him, "Father, I want the moon in the sky."

This thing could be taken down by Aaron; it's clearly feasible.

"Why don't you look up at the sky and see which star interests you tonight? I'll just sign a piece of paper and declare that star belongs to you."

Anda teased his son, saying that he really did possess such legal principles.

Son, look, this is the empire your father has built for you!

Aaron leaned against the railing, bored, feeling the wind and waves and the wetness of the seawater hitting his face.

It would have been even better if Father hadn't stood on the bow of the boat and peed three feet into the wind.

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to act like a little kid and ask you for the stars in the sky."

Aaron decided to ignore the bad impressions and began to plan how he would recount the story of the past years if he met his mother.

How else can we explain those unborn brothers?

Brothers, yes, brothers, the sea voyage will take a few more days. He needs to get some sleep and go see Guilliman.

It's been so long since I've seen you.

As for Chagatai, that child seems to be the least worrisome of all his younger brothers.

When it's time to race against Pete, we can just borrow White Scar and Scarab.

Horse racing requires a carriage to truly test the rider's skills. I hope my brother won't be too surprised when the scarab starts flaming up while it's running.

(Khan: Imperial power, brother.)

Aaron greeted Marum, made his bed, and lay down.

Just before falling asleep, he suddenly sat up and looked at Marum:

"Marum, I'm going to see Guilliman. Is there anything you want to say to him?"

Marum's movements became unsteady:

"Then, then, there's no need to specifically pass on a message for me. Father is very busy, so I won't bother you."

Aaron shook his head and said, "No, you have to say something. We're all family, after all."

Marum hesitated, but in the end, he couldn't resist Aaron's expectant gaze.

Sure enough, one can now begin to imagine how Aaron's Primarch brothers, those legends in the eyes of the Astartes, were captured.

Perhaps His Majesty is indeed a perfect being in the eyes of the world, but Aaron, there is only Aaron, there is only one.

"Thank you, Aaron. Please tell my father that I will definitely complete the mission!"