Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron fed his younger brother dried fruit, who looked completely bewildered.

“Necklace? I need to think about it. Things from ten thousand years ago are too complicated. I have a department that manages personal items. They should have records.”

"These dried fruits taste good. Next time I will ask someone to prepare some local specialties from Macurag. Macurag is my hometown."

Guilliman was finally able to find some peace again, as if he were casually chatting with a brother he hadn't seen in a long time.

He sat down against the side wall of the passageway, no longer feeling so tense.

“Loga came to my aid once, and we completely destroyed a part of the corrupted Loga. I have always believed, brother, that you are fulfilling your promise.”

Guilliman expressed his sincere gratitude to Aaron.

This was the easiest and most fruitful exile of a Primarch in the history of the Empire over the past ten thousand years.

Even with zero casualties, the only damage was to a static force field that was attacked when it crashed down.

Those demons thought there was something terrible inside the stasis field that needed to be destroyed first.

Aaron scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly and said awkwardly, "I was just doing what I was supposed to do. It seems that Pepe can be of help to you in the future."

"He was a master of war machines, although he preferred sculpting statues, buildings, and other things that could showcase his artistic temperament."

Aaron began to recount their experiences over this period, including the skills they had learned from the Pharaoh's artisans.

There was also a meeting with my good uncle, Olpeson.

There are always beautiful and joyful details in life, as long as tomorrow isn't too bad.

Aaron remembered Marum's words and repeated them to Guilliman.

He needs some more powerful weapons.

Before Guilliman could say anything, Faubel, who represented the Imperial Guard's protection (supervision) role, was already ready to call the Imperial Guard Marshal to send something over.

Marum Kaido was just an ordinary Ultra Warrior, but in that era, he was the only one protecting His Majesty, which was extremely dangerous.

According to Aaron's account, the aftermath of the Horus Rebellion occurred during that era, and the traitor was still threatening their emperor.

We must strike hard and unlock those secret weapons for Marum Kaido!

Guilliman just smiled gently, leaned against the wall, chewed on dried fruit, and carefully picked up the sealed cup. He used the gaps in his armor to pry open the stopper; if he used even a little force, he would crush the cup into pieces.

In truth, the liquid volume inside is probably less than the amount of saliva one could muster by trying to accumulate.

As Guilliman thought this, his brain finally began to think about many things unrelated to responsibility, revealing a bit of humor.

He raised his glass, tilted the fruit wine down his throat, and swallowed it.

"It tastes good. I'll prepare some decent weaponry and ask my brother to deliver it to Kaido."

A sudden sound rang out, so loud that even Fobel didn't realize something was approaching:

"This wine is made from the best-sunlit fruit in Olympia, and you just say it tastes good?"

Xiao Pei had somehow appeared, carrying a large stack of blueprints, and casually stuffed them into Fauber's arms.

“Is this your bodyguard? It looks like a giant corncob,” Little Pei said, completely unaware of what Folber represented. “He’s so weak. He should be wary of me, but I’m right next to him and he still hasn’t noticed me.”

(Don't worry about why there's corn in Olympia; it was brought there during the colonial era.)

Faubel was furious, feeling that the reputation of the Imperial Guard had been damaged by him, and was extremely ashamed and angry.

Although the Primarch's silent approach was premeditated, the fact that he was unaware of it already constitutes a dereliction of duty.

Not to mention being mocked for being weak, is this an allusion to the shame of the Siege of Terra ten thousand years ago?

It's outrageous! More than 10,000 years ago, it was Peturabo who was clamoring to storm the palace.

Ten thousand years from now, it will be you again, mocking me in my face!

I challenge the Primarch to a duel!

Before Fobel could erupt, Guilliman had already gotten up and placed his hand on his shoulder:

“Petulabo, my brother, is the loyal protector of our father.”

"We need to maintain basic respect."

Guilliman's words clearly made Fobel even more unable to hold back.

Although the Primarch preaching to another Primarch demonstrates the high status of the Custodians, this is a good thing.

But what does "basic respect" mean?

Could it be that you, Regent, have only ever shown the most basic respect to His Majesty's Imperial Guards?

When did you become like this?!

Was it after Aaron Weir brought the news of "passing the throne to the regency"?

Folber was completely stunned until Aaron curiously tapped his golden armor, making a clanging sound, which brought him back to his senses.

To protect the dignity of the Guardians, at this point, the only option seems to be to coerce Aaron into ordering the two Primarchs to apologize.

The idea only lingered in Fobel's mind for a moment before being instantly discarded.

He wouldn't do something like that.

Despite being near the Regent, Forbel had heard of the fate of the last Inquisitor who had dealt with Aaron Well.

If I were to be watched by five imperial guards as I hopped like a frog on the palace steps, I might even be watched by His Majesty.

He will become a disgrace to the Imperial Guard!

Aaron seemed to sense Folber's emotional struggle, looked at Little Pei, and sighed:

“Xiao Pei, if this is Father’s personal guard, then you should at least respect him. Everyone who can take responsibility deserves respect. You can’t use your standards of judging strength and weakness to define people.”

"Does that mean that because humans are stronger than many animals, nature no longer needs these animals?"

Folber wanted to cover his face and run away. "Stop talking, Aaron. Your words imply even more than the Regent's that the Custodians are weak compared to the Primarchs."

Xiao Pei crossed her arms in front of her, smirked, and leaned against the wall like a delinquent youth, awkwardly saying:

"Okay, okay, I apologize. But when I see my father, I will still strongly suggest that he should seriously examine the level of his personal guards."

Faubel finally couldn't hold back anymore. What on earth were these three brothers doing?!

You two are truly a family.

He silently backed away: "Your Highness, I'm going to hand over the documents."

Then he fled this place that had caused him so much sorrow.

I'm outta here; I can't get along with His Majesty's sons.

Guilliman was taken aback. The Imperial Guards, who had promised to stay by his side and supervise him, had actually left on their own initiative, and both times they had left were because of Aaron's arrival.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "I think it's unnecessary. They're quite good. Father is actually very satisfied with the Imperial Guards."

Xiao Pei's expression grew even more unfriendly:

"What did that corn spirit call you? Regent? I cannot accept that! I am stronger and wiser than you! What important task should my father entrust to me?"

Little Pei stood up straight and stared intently at Guilliman:

"Then you should entrust it to me!"

Chapter 109 Naming the Primarch's Weapon and Arriving at the Aegean Port

Guilliman decided to skip the topic; now was not the time to talk about it.

He knew full well that Peturabo's transformation would not be as swift as Loga's.

He wouldn't mention anything about the rebellion until he was sure that Peturabo could be completely trusted.

Then Aaron spoke bluntly:

“Little Pei, actually, you made a mistake in your future. In the end, the only one who returned to your father's side was Guilliman. There is an entire kingdom in the starry sky that needs to be maintained, so we have no choice but to entrust it to Guilliman.”

"However, with me here, you won't make that mistake. If you want to compete with Guilliman for the position, then it's up to you to decide."

Perturabo forced his face away from Guilliman, focusing instead on his brother:

"Make a mistake? I'll find out, Guilliman. You just wait. When Father picks me up, I'll prove to him who the right son is!"

"By the way, Aaron, if you're the oldest, why haven't you been given important responsibilities? Is your job simply to keep searching for your brothers over time?"

Aaron found it difficult to explain. Could he tell his brother that their father had just told him that if he wanted, he could have the star that was pointed to in the sky?

Not to mention that by the time his brothers truly began to rule this starry sky, he would have been nothing but bones.

Aaron said helplessly, "I don't have the right time to be exposed to these grand futures; that's your future. I mainly lived in the peaceful tens of thousands of years ago."

Xiao Pei failed to realize the sadness in the tone. He always felt that since this brother could travel through time, time itself had no meaning for him.

The theory of lifespan doesn't exist.

At worst, he can go back tens of thousands of years to see his brother.

If there is no road to travel through time, then he will build one.

Since he was able to maintain consciousness during the time travel passage, he had indeed witnessed such an objective reality.

So as long as we can analyze the older brother's abilities, hahaha!

That way, I can be the only brother who actively seeks out my older brother!

They can also bring Katherine with them.

Wait a minute! The competition isn't even over yet, how could I have already made such preparations?

"I can feel it, I'm going back to my original world. Guilliman, if I could see the old you, hehe, I'd take over all your work!"

Little Pete's wicked speech gave Guilliman a headache.

This guy shouldn't do anything like eleven-draw kills to his Ultra Warrior.

Otherwise, he would have to tell his brother.

"Also, remember to name the weapons after me." Xiao Pei said with a smug look, although he would prefer that some artistic garden use his name to leave a lasting legacy.

However, any opportunity is an opportunity, and the thought of Guilliman fighting with his own weapons excited him.

Aaron and Little Pei's bodies began to blur and gradually faded away.