Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

If Astartes were to unleash his full form, he could conquer all of Terra in this era.

"You don't need to be so tense when you're protecting a donkey, Marum. Back when the Ultramarines managed to snatch Guilliman back from Vorgrim, it kept my eyes on the edge of my seat."

Anda had woken up at some point, completely deviating from Marum's recent observations and summaries of the Emperor's daily life, which noted his pattern of staying in bed too long.

"They didn't intend to eat my donkey. This hybrid creature may have its advantages, but its disadvantages are also obvious."

Anda had beautiful, long, flowing hair, and his handsome face, after a trimmed beard, shone brightly in the sunlight.

I was moving my left cheek a little uncomfortably. Was it because I bumped my head on the pillow last night, or because I suffered some kind of impact?

But this does not diminish her beauty.

The long robe, worn half-naked, draped gracefully, its individual folds fluttering in the breeze, creating a flattering silhouette without appearing bulky.

Anyone who sees this scene can't help but smile, even if they don't know what's so funny, they just feel happy.

The man, as if bathed in light, approached the donkey and reached out to stroke its cheek.

This is a scene of a hero and his steed that deserves to be painted as a mural.

However, the donkey was really ugly. When its dark purple, fat tongue scraped across Anda's arm, one couldn't help but worry that it might damage Anda's skin.

At this moment, the Pharaoh's servants were all impressed and understood why the priest had spared this imperial spy and taken him as a servant.

The cooks spontaneously gathered around Anda, reaching out their hands yearning for her touch, even becoming flustered, unsure where to put their cleavers, and bringing them to her side as well.

This is simply divine.

Marum also knelt down, until this beautiful scene ended with Aaron emerging from the tent yawning and uttering his first words:

"Father, have you finally decided to eat this donkey? Although the old thing can't pull the millstone anymore, it's not bad to sell it sooner rather than later."

"But now our family is rich! This donkey has been with us for so many years, let's keep it."

Anda glared angrily, "You unfilial son! Don't you even know where this money came from?!"

In your eyes, a father can be sold, but a donkey can't, right?

Chapter 26 Family misfortune

Anda suddenly sprang to his feet and charged at his son.

That money, my money! The money from selling me!

With his impact, Aaron was knocked into his arms, and the two of them fell into the tent together.

On the distant high platform, Dalette, who had just finished her daily prayers, panicked and looked toward the direction of the tent.

Are all Romans this rude, especially in broad daylight?

These northerners really don't hide their emotions; they're so passionate and intense.

It is because my beloved Anda will be parting from her young son in two days that I must seize every opportunity!

What a devoted person!

Dalette couldn't help but shed tears. These priests all had some empathy, which made the wealthy people who donated their fortunes believe that the priests truly understood their difficulties on behalf of the gods.

He instructed, "Record these scenes. I want to turn this story into a theatrical performance and let it be passed down forever."

He then leisurely returned to his magnificent tent, where officials who had prepared papyrus scrolls were already waiting to meet him.

Leading the group were Mordillo, the local lord of Las Vegas, and Gert, the captain of the security guards.

Modero was a slightly muscular, bald man in his fifties. Perhaps due to the climate, there were indeed many bald men here.

He was once a famous general who defeated rebels under the Pharaoh's command.

However, nowadays he indulges in a life of pleasure and debauchery, and his original physique is no longer quite up to par; he can still be considered a sturdy man.

Modrio knelt respectfully, extending his palm in supplication for the priest's touch:

“Dalette, messenger of Sekhmet, please allow me to approach your body.”

Dalette had changed into a black gauze dress, and with a light touch of her finger, she immediately withdrew.

“I know why you have come. Lasvet is the closest border town to Thebes. In an emergency march, we can reach it within seven days to respond to Rome’s provocation.”

"So, Modero, are you willing to give everything to defend the land of Horus? If the battle becomes too intense, your city will also become the front line."

Marum's eyelids twitched in the distance, as if something strange was stirring within him again.

Never mind that, his most pressing duty now is to guard the tent and protect the dignity of the emperor's royal family.

To prevent outsiders from knowing what is happening inside.

He even started to drift off, wondering if this was some kind of war between the emperor and his son, the fulfillment of a prophecy.

There's an old saying in Guterra: "A son's growth begins on the day he rebels against his father."

Judging from the commotion inside, Aaron probably couldn't beat the master.

Inside Dalette's tent, only the smoke from the burning flames and spices remained; there was no other movement.

The fragrances were actually quite pungent, as if they were meant to mask other smells.

The priest waited patiently for the city lord's reply, not in a hurry.

After a moment, Modrio raised his head and said dejectedly:

"Lasvist, I am willing to give everything for the Pharaoh."

The priests were clergy who called the Pharaoh Horus. Moderius did not need to do so.

Dalette nodded in satisfaction:

"Don't think about gaining any benefit from this. Your loyalty to Horus is the greatest reward. You're bringing your own city defense captain along, presumably to secure a future for him, or perhaps to keep abreast of the war situation and place your own people in the background."

When Modrio's thoughts were revealed, he stammered for a moment:

"It's entirely up to the High Priest."

Gert bowed his head and knelt on the ground. He wanted to become a vanguard officer, then a military noble of the empire, and eventually become the master of a city based on his military achievements.

“I’m afraid you’ve forgotten that Mad Crocodile Erst is coming. To quell the anger of me arriving a few days earlier than him, I’ll even have to sacrifice the lives of my guards to fight him.” Dalette said helplessly, his tone heavy with deep regret.

He now genuinely didn't want Aaron to die, otherwise the emotions his beloved Anda had entrusted to him would have no witness.

How could a dead man's head hanging on the bed be more exciting?

Dalette snapped out of her thoughts and put on a bitter face:

“We both know Erst’s temper; even Horus would tolerate him. If you try to compete with him for the duty of war, you risk being challenged by him. To date, Erst has won every battle and has never been defeated.”

"The consequence of failure is death."

There was no longer any chance for Modrio to fight for it. He suddenly felt that his choice to come here and fight for it, even though he had shamelessly done so, was a joke in itself.

He felt as if something was really standing behind Dalette, if that was God.

Why doesn't Horus, the god behind the pharaoh, unleash his divine power and destroy all those factors that threaten the empire?

Unable to answer most of his questions, Modelio could only reply:

"Thank you for the reminder, High Priest. I will prepare the arrangements for welcoming Lord Erst later."

Sigh, let's solve this most difficult problem first.

Crazy Crocodile Erst, the most notorious priest in Egypt.

Both Mingdalette and Erst are believers in Sekhmet.

But Dalette prefers the fiery, plague-like aspect of Sehmite.

Erst represents war and blood; every sacrifice requires irrigating oneself with the blood of the enemy.

I've heard that Erster would use a battle axe, more than half a man's height, to chop off an enemy's head, and before the arteries had finished gushing out, he would lift the body up and hoist it over his head.

Every city that welcomes Erst must build an arena for him to satisfy his thirst for battle.

According to Erster's servants, this is the battle authority of the god Sekhmet, tempering Erster's will and preparing him to protect Horus's empire at any time!

Modero left dejectedly and immediately began to organize his servants to build an arena. It didn't need to be grand; it just needed to meet the requirements of the main arena.

Of course, don't try any unconventional methods.

Once, a city lord set up the arena as his daughter's bed, so much so that Erster had to kill most of the guards in the lord's mansion before he could find an axe suitable for a woman.

Then, with a single stroke, he chopped off the head of the poor girl who was trembling as she gripped the axe.

That's right, Erster never fights unarmed people, but he will find suitable weapons for his opponents.

Aaron, who wasn't bruised or swollen, held Loka's pen and drew the story of Erster that he had heard on the ground.

About half an hour ago, around the time Modero left.

The battle in the tent behind Marum has ended.

Aaron, bruised and battered, lay on the ground, locked in a stalemate with Anda, who was suffering from a back injury.

Fortunately, the master had the upper hand.

Although His Majesty was far from being as powerful as he would be in the future, he was somewhat hindered by his son.

After Marum informed them that breakfast was ready, the father and son let go of each other's hands, straightened their robes, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"What a misfortune for our family." Anda rubbed his aching back. In truth, Aaron was no match for him at all; even twenty more of this unfilial sons wouldn't be enough.

He could pin him down with one hand.

However, his back was somewhat uncomfortable due to sitting for over ten thousand years.

Some projections from the future have influenced him in the present.

Anda glanced at his simple-minded son, who was sitting beside him intently drawing, and sighed:

"Alright, based on the current intelligence, it can be basically confirmed that Erster is a follower of Khorne. Before that great storm, the demons were not powerful enough, so they needed to accumulate faith through their physical bodies."

"My only concern now is whether the upper echelons of the Egyptian empire have all been corrupted."

He was deeply worried, pondering how to calmly guide humanity through this historical period.

Do they have to come up with another myth or heroic legend to fool human civilization?