Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“I really want to know what happened in your time, but Father is tight-lipped and Marum won’t tell me either.”

Guilliman took the pillow and hugged it to his chest, comforting his brother:

“Everyone is facing their own destiny, brother. I think that more than us brothers, you should also have your own time to enjoy and accomplish the things you want to do in your life.”

"I believe you can keep that promise, but you also need to have your own life."

Aaron suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly concerned about how I'm doing? Well, everything's fine here, and I've even started running into my father's sworn brothers. Although those uncles seem a bit off, they're all very concerned about me."

Guilliman shook his head and said seriously:

“What I mean is, brother, you don’t have to take other people’s opinions as the meaning of your existence. There’s an old saying in Terra: ‘No one is perfect.’ If you crave to change everything, that mindset will become a burden.”

“I’m worried that you might break down when you realize there are things you can’t change.”

Guilliman had already understood Aaron's promise, but he still hoped that his brother would not get entangled in it.

In reality, with his rational thinking, having Loka and Peturabo to help him was enough.

He also hoped that his brother would change the fate of all his brothers, and that Aaron would not have to completely sacrifice his life for this goal.

Guilliman turned around and looked intently at his brother.

He believes that feelings need to be expressed in a mutual way; since the older brother cares so much about his younger brothers, he must reciprocate.

Aaron firmly stated, "My life goal is to have a harmonious family and for my brothers to be on the right path. That would make me very happy."

Guilliman covered his eyes and brows, looking troubled.

"That's true, but it always sounds a bit sad. I've never thought of myself as sentimental before; I'm usually very straightforward."

Aaron burst into laughter, patting Guilliman's knee:

"Haha, a person is only truly alive when they have feelings. By the way, I also have something else to discuss with you this time."

"First, there's the weapon upgrade for Marum. If I'm not ready yet, I'll come back another time."

"The second thing is more important. We discovered a place in the Aegean Sea where the Titans were sealed. My father and Uncle Poseidon said it was a demon. For the proper direction of civilization's development, we need to construct a battle between giants. This will make it easier to evolve into a myth or legend, rather than some kind of demonic contamination incident."

"So my father sent me to find you and ask for a Titan that is 30 meters tall."

Guilliman stroked his chin, pondering:

"The weapons adapted for Marum are ready. As for the Titans, I'm curious, did my father in the past possess Titan piloting skills?"

Aaron asked curiously, "Drive? So the Titans of our time were sealed demonic giants, while the Titans of your time were machines that needed to be operated by humans? That's really interesting."

Guilliman nodded and said, "Understood. I will now notify Fobel to send the weapons over, and then send messages to Terra and Mars. The Titan you requested will be ready soon."

Upon hearing the name Folber, Aaron knew it was the Custodian who disliked him and the Primarchs but couldn't do anything about them. He asked:

"The weapons that Fobel prepared for Marum? I thought he would hate me."

Guilliman chuckled at this thought: "Hahaha, the Imperial Guard has protected my father for over ten thousand years, and they are particularly concerned about his safety. They believe these weapons are for Marum to better protect my father from tens of thousands of years ago, so they are especially concerned about this matter and have taken this job from me."

Aaron shrugged: "It doesn't sound so bad. Since we're all working together towards a common goal, why do we seem so disunited and wary of each other?"

Guilliman also had his worries about this issue, which had nothing to do with whether he was the Primarch or not.

Even if the father were to stand up today, the people below would probably assume it was the result of their special "rituals," and would kill those "heretics" before the father could speak.

"Just do your best; trying to be perfect is a curse."

"But I have been cursed by fate."

Guilliman, unusually, became a bit pretentious for a moment, leaving Aaron stunned.

His body also began to dissipate, as if something was happening in his time.

"Goodbye, Guilliman. I'll come get the weapons and the Titan later!"

His body burst open like a bubble, a dreamlike illusion that had just appeared before our eyes, reflecting countless beautiful things.

It has now completely vanished.

Guilliman rubbed his face and prepared his work log.

Kaul should also be able to receive the message through the connection with Marum; it shouldn't be a problem for the Empire to squeeze out a Titan for his father.

As for this pillow, since I can't go back to Terra for the time being, I can ask Fobel to send it back.

He arranged his work methodically; his meeting with his brother earlier was already a break for him.

Aaron woke up from his bed and felt something tugging at his clothes.

Looking over in horror, I was relieved to see not Poseidon's face, but the panting face of a lion cub.

It turned out to be Adam.

It was already daylight outside the window. Marum was making breakfast, and the nails on the front door had been removed.

After Adam woke up in the donkey's den, he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, no one dared to approach him. He limped along and eventually came to Aaron, who seemed to be the least dangerous person in the building.

It still remembers that this person rescued it.

Aaron smiled, reached out and lifted Adam up, holding him in his arms.

Stepping out of the yard, I saw Marum, who had just finished making breakfast, washing the fifth son's hooves with a brush.

The little lion peed on the fifth lion's leg as soon as it woke up this morning.

Aaron held Adam and swayed him, saying regretfully:

"You will become a lion king, Adam, but first you must learn not to pee everywhere."

Adam made a few soft "hmphs." It didn't know how to bark yet, or perhaps its previous way of life made it believe that barking would bring misfortune.

Aaron teased Adam's nose and suddenly understood why his father liked to toss him up and catch him when he was a child.

Because at that moment he also had the urge to throw Adam up.

No, no, I have to be patient.

Adam already has a limp left front leg. If he accidentally falls and breaks his other front leg, the little lion will have to rely on his hind legs to walk.

Then he stared at himself with a resentful look in his eyes.

It was as if I had just climbed out of the river and was staring at my father.

Parent-child abuse needs to be stopped by oneself!

More than 40,000 years after Aaron held the lion cub, in the Holy Terra.

A top-secret intelligence document was written in a special way to avoid corruption and information loss before being sent to the palace.

At the same time the Imperial Guards received this intelligence, they also received a package from His Highness the Regent.

A pillow that Folber personally delivered?

The guards listened to Fauber's account and immediately realized what this pillow was meant for His Majesty on the throne.

They began to draw lots to decide who would personally place the pillow behind His Majesty's waist.

Until the maintenance personnel of the Mechanicus joined the battle, they all agreed that any additions to the Golden Throne must be done by the Mechanicus personnel.

Even Kaur joined in, recounting the terrible consequences that could result from improper handling of the thrones.

Ultimately, the Imperial Guard had no choice but to hand over the opportunity to the Mechanicus.

They can't take any chances.

Then, they watched helplessly as a religious figure with several mechanical arms attached to his back began to burn incense, bathe, ring bells, and worship, while various unknown characters and symbols were burned.

Wait a minute, this looks like they're burning paper money in front of a tombstone.

Some of the older members of the Royal Guard were familiar with the customs of ancient Terra and could understand the cultist behavior of the Mechanicus, but this level of cultism was truly a bit off.

Fortunately, no accident occurred. The chosen member of the Mechanicus climbed onto the throne, adjusted the angle of the chair, and successfully placed the lumbar support behind His Majesty's back.

Then the people cheered and praised Omnesia, even overshadowing the Emperor's name.

The Imperial Guards clenched their fists, but for the time being, they held back.

It was only at this point that they remembered there was another message that was supposedly transmitted from the dark side of the Empire at a great cost.

They deciphered the intelligence, stared at the information on it, and were compelled to present it to their emperor.

"Lian Al Johnson," or "Leon," has awakened.

Chapter 114 Father, can you pilot a mecha? (34K)

The Imperial Guards couldn't reach a conclusion on whether the Primarch of the First Legion should be called Lyon or Lyon.

They even consulted numerous ancient texts before confirming the authenticity of this information.

This is because names are of paramount importance to the Imperial Guard, not to mention that the Primarch's name could very well be used by the demons.

Even a seemingly minor issue like whether "EL" should be pronounced together with "Lion" is a matter of the original and requires utmost care.

Those corrupted Eldar, or those who treat breaking through the palace to the throne as the ultimate challenge, are very likely to exploit these minor issues to distort everything.

(Note: This is a common pronunciation joke in Western humor, often featuring a scene where people are struggling with how to pronounce a name in the face of a major event.)

When the intelligence was presented to the God Emperor, the skeleton was slightly relaxed due to the comfortable lumbar support and the novel feeling brought about by the reclined seat angle.

He naturally knew that Ryan had woken up; after all, what secrets could there be in that grove of trees?

He personally sent a sword and a shield over, treating the two leaders almost the same.

His Majesty's mysterious instructions began to be transmitted along the newly commissioned golden throne, eventually culminating in a secret decree:

"Read."

At this point, the Imperial Guard began to deal with another request brought back by Folber: tens of thousands of years ago, His Majesty wanted a Titan, forty meters high.

They quickly sent someone to inform Mars that Mars' casting production line had received an urgent order.

What His Majesty wants is naturally a new one; how can it be as the Regent suggests, that any usable one from the inventory will suffice?

The Cult of Machines sent a sage to personally oversee the process, examining the order requirements: fifty meters.

With a wave of his hand: Build it to sixty meters!

He has received a communication from Kaul, which is a crucial juncture that could lead to the fact that the name of Omnisiah has a history even longer than that of the God-Emperor!

If successful, it is possible that the legend of the God of Machines has been passed down since the time of ancient Terra.