Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This was something neither the father nor the son could accept.

Oh, I won't mention Marum because Guilliman taught him so well that the obedient Ultra Warriors wouldn't associate this scene with anything.

"Outsiders, before you became spies, didn't you know anything about our country's customs?"

Dalette burst into laughter, her voice like that of a castrated entertainer, used to maintain a beautiful singing voice even after her body entered puberty.

He sat up from the bed and praised loudly:

"Sekhmet, the goddess with the lion's head!"

"You started the war! You started the plague! You started the fire!"

"Only the sweet brew of blood can quell your rage!"

Marum finally understood what he was saying. The Astartes' air chambers could precisely control the frequency and direction of sound production. He whispered:

"It sounds like a local cultural god who brings war, war leads to plague, and then the battlefield needs to be cleaned up with fire. To be honest, in my countless campaigns, I've rarely seen such a civilized god; generally, no one would associate war with plague."

Anda casually remarked, "Unless it's the early stages of civilization, when everything is still quite chaotic, beliefs can sometimes be mixed together."

The old man looked at Aaron, signaling him to ask more questions, perhaps they could find out who was the mastermind behind the outbreak of the war.

Aaron coughed a few times, cursing inwardly. This old man became extremely resistant to communicating with others when faced with problems, as if he had completely lost his social skills.

This family relies entirely on itself!

He tried to soften his tone and then asked:

"So, is there some prophecy coming from Sekhmet? We are not spies, but come from Thebes. Roman troops have already arrived there, and we have come to escape the chaos."

Dalette frowned, spread his arms, and looked around. The servants knelt on either side of him and draped a veil over him.

"Foolish! They can't even come up with a plausible reason. Or is this a trick by you Romans, deliberately sending over a few fools to lower our guard?"

"Let me be frank. We already knew that Rome was going to attack Thebes and would send messengers to inform us. Rome simply needs Thebes as a hub for trade with our country, and to make it more prosperous."

"Just like that, step by step—"

Dalette slowly walked down the steps, her gauze dress scraping against the ground, making a sound as if snake scales were scraping across it.

"They are encroaching on our territory step by step."

He had already passed Aaron, who had asked the question, and arrived in front of the silent Anda.

With just a slight turn of those outstretched fingers, one could lift Adachi's chin.

Aaron sighed helplessly, turned around, and hurriedly asked a question to attract Dalette's attention:

"So you want to retaliate? To drive Thebes back?"

Dalette turned around and said with a puzzled look:

"Of course, kid, don't try to get my attention with such low-IQ talk!"

He spoke righteously and refused:

“I’m not interested in someone like you. Compared to him,” Dalette turned and pointed at Anda, “you expose every flaw in the human body!”

"Don't even think about getting my attention in exchange for a chance to survive!"

"Guards! Drag this arrogant brat away!"

At this point, Anda could no longer ignore the situation and hurriedly shouted:

"Wait, that's my son."

Dalette froze for a moment, her hands clasped together in front of her, a meaningful smile on her face, her voice filled with a multitude of emotions:

"Oh~"

“I understand, I understand. You Romans call this relationship father and son to avoid the gaze of the world.”

"Alright then, spare his life. I am not a proponent of war; I prefer to follow God's will and contemplate life."

Aaron, however, sensed something sinister in Dalette's tone.

The old man became even more excited after learning about their father-son relationship! He even had to maintain a prayerful posture, which he had been practicing diligently, just to suppress the trembling in his body.

Damn it, why am I so observant!

"Well then, I don't really believe that Roman spies would be so naive and unprepared. What's your name?"

Dalette looked at Aaron.

"Aaron Will, what... what are you going to do?"

Dalette covered her mouth and chuckled: "Nothing much, just buy your father. Then the two of you will serve as my guards and attendants. Another priest will arrive the day after tomorrow, Crocodile Erst, a volatile fellow who's always thinking about war and plunder."

“I need to sort out the procedural issues before he arrives, so you don’t fall into his hands.”

“Oh dear, I won’t be able to spend these next few days with you. I need to focus on preparing for the ceremony so I don’t lose to Erst. He is the priest of Sekhmet. Every time we meet, he challenges my servant to a duel.”

"I don't want my real servants to get hurt."

“If you survive, it will be thanks to God’s blessing; if you die, it will be a worthy death. At least your father will not face death.”

Alright, it seems we've found a potential target.

Dalette gazed at Anda with lingering affection, her hands rising and falling, unable to bear touching his body.

Aaron could no longer suppress the urge to vomit; that look in his eyes was utterly despicable.

"Um—wait a minute!"

Dalette's eyes were cold:

"Hmm, are you going to refuse this only chance to live?"

Anda looked up, his eyes filled with emotion. "Good son!"

"No, give me the money first. It's a currency that can be used throughout Egypt, so I don't have to keep exchanging it."

Anda clenched his fists. What a rebellious son!

Chapter 22 requires the Seven Wolves' Anda

“Prepare 50 debenones of silver; his father is worth that price.”

Dalette gave the order expressionlessly, then looked at Anda with pity:

"Your son doesn't love you, but you don't need to worry about the future."

He hoped to see resentment, bitterness, and inner turmoil in Anda's eyes.

I made myself a new yellow hat with lion's mane, and I'll wear it on my head to pretend I'm a majestic lion.

Savor your charm.

As for the silver, it's not a big problem.

These Roman spies could not possibly have survived Erste's battle axe; that man was blessed by the gods and had once single-handedly killed a Nile crocodile and a hippopotamus.

So Dalette never intended to let these two go; she just gave them a more dignified way to die.

Erster would cut off their heads, and Dalette would beg to leave Aaron's head hanging above the bed, overlooking everything that was happening on the bed.

How wonderful that feeling must be.

At that time, Anda in my arms will surely be tearful and staggering, a sight to behold.

Dalette left leisurely, not minding waiting a little longer.

Anyway, I need to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony, and I can't let Erst cause me any more trouble. That bastard always likes to pick a fight over some pretext.

Then he killed several of his favorite servants and cut off their heads.

After Dalette left, everything fell into an eerie calm again.

Marum dared not look up at either of them, because he could not afford to offend either of them.

Dalette's servant brought over 50 debentos of silver and put it in a small box.

Marum was used to carrying luggage all the way, so when Aaron made a face, Marum took it without realizing that it was the Emperor's money for selling himself into servitude.

Approximately 4.5 kg of silver could save four serious criminals convicted of blasphemy.

Aaron opened the box, exclaimed in admiration, and secretly clenched his fist. "Good job, I sold my dad for a good price."

Moreover, this bald priest is busy with religious ceremonies and would not do anything to insult his father.

It sounds like that priest Erst is a warmonger, and might just be the war demon they're looking for!

Marum closed the box, and then another servant brought over Dalette's guards' armor and weapons.

After all, if you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.

The three were placed in the same tent, which, according to Dalette, was an act of kindness and mercy.

This gives Adachi the opportunity to say goodbye to the past.

"Marum, do you know what you're holding in your hand?"

Anda's face darkened. The Ultramarines' lack of tact was a bad thing. Although Dorn was also stubborn, at least he was clear-headed.

What about Guilliman? His behavior once led his other sons to suspect that the Ultramarines had launched a rebellion.

Marum said respectfully, "Sir, it's 50 debento silver. With current purchasing power, that's enough for you and Aaron to enjoy a good life in Egypt."

Adachi slammed his fist on the table:

"You swore allegiance to me! And you just sold me out like this!"

He now desperately needs Seven Wolves, an artifact that can repair the father-son relationship more than 2,600 years later.

Marum knelt down immediately, but did not utter a word.

He had figured it out; these verbal sparring sessions with the Emperor were best left to Aaron.

The conflict between my uncle and grandfather was a family matter.

His father was only the thirteenth son in line; what business is a grandson like him getting involved in?

Oh, he's not a real grandson yet.

Aaron begins to protect his nephew: