Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Such impatience is obviously more intimidating.

Erster entered the tent and walked to the highest bed, where he sat down.

"My friend, are the warriors I need ready?"

Dalette concealed the disgust in her eyes and calmly said:

“Every time you come, I have carefully selected warriors to fight you and offer them to Sekhmet. However, even my strongest warriors cannot last more than a few rounds against you. I wonder if Sekhmet will be satisfied with such a battle.”

Erster rubbed his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, and in his mind, "Sekhmet" Bileni was giving him a passionate lesson:

"Yes, yes, yes, we should use a scrutinizing gaze, and not open our mouths to answer questions."

"When those puppies open their mouths, all they do is chop, chop, chop, and they never explain what they're going to do."

But Erster felt incredibly foolish, like a complete idiot, but there was nothing he could do; it was a divine decree, and he had no choice but to do it.

Sure enough, Dalette couldn't bear Erster's gaze and became reserved in her words and actions:

“I have no intention of offending Sekhmet, my friend. Tomorrow, when Ra is in the sky, will be the time for battle. It would be my honor if you would like to rest on my bed.”

When Dalette was stared at by that merciless gaze, he couldn't say a word, as if it were a profound negotiation skill.

You must answer my questions, but I will not answer yours.

That way you won't be able to ask any further questions.

"Horus above, Sekhmet above, my friend, when I conquer Thebes, my war on behalf of Sekhmet will rage, and then the plague on behalf of you will rage."

As Erster uttered these words, Dalette folded his hand and vacated his tent.

This guy, you can't hear any respect for God in his tone.

When Dalette came outside the tent, there were other beds prepared by the servants, which were set up on a three-story wooden structure, so that Anda's tent could be seen at a glance.

His beauty caught quite a few fish today, but in reality, it was all because his servants had prepared the bait in advance.

I put fish in that hadn't been fed for two days, and that's how I caught them every time.

(Emperor: Hmm? I can't accept this.)

That was originally his own entertainment activity, with the beauty sitting in his lap, the two of them holding fishing rods together, feeling the pull of the big fish.

But I'm busy today, so I'll have to let Anda go by himself.

Ah, my beauty, wait for me. Once I've dealt with Erst, tomorrow night, we'll ascend to paradise together!

I haven't been this excited in a long time!

I imagine Anda is saying goodbye to his "son" Aaron right now? It looks like the candles in the tent are still burning. Oh, I really want to join them.

Inside the tent at that moment, the father and son were indeed engaged in vigorous activity.

The two glared at each other, each taking their place next to Marum.

Marum swore he would rather face two Khorne Demons now than endure this predicament.

Anda said in a deep voice:

Give me that nail!

In Aaron's eyes, Marum had only mentioned that his father's left cheek looked a little crooked.

Anda, for some unknown reason, decided to take away the nail that Loka had given him.

According to the old man, he wanted to curse Loka with this nail, causing Loka's right hand to temporarily lose its mobility in the future.

That is, nail it up.

"I remember now, that unfilial son actually dared to slap me in the face!"

Anda was furious, his chaotic memories of the future intertwined.

Aaron retorted defiantly, "I'll have him beat you up! Not just Loka, but even Guilliman, no, Chagatai! I'll have all three of my brothers I've met beat you up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Anda clutched his head in excruciating pain, as if he had been struck by a blunt object again. He flew to the side, crashed into the support structure, and tumbled down.

"Horus!"

He roared, and then his mind went into a strange state.

An otherworldly aura flowed down from Anda, and a faint golden light rose from behind him, making him look like a true god.

He repeated in a language that only Marum could understand:

"Olpeson!"

"No, no, it wasn't you, Loken? Nor was it—"

"Waldo?"

"Damn it, who am I? Who am I?!"

(In The End and Death, the battle between Horus and the Emperor continues at every known point in time.)

Aaron only managed to understand the last question:

"Who are you? When you, this poor father, want to shirk your responsibilities, you'll even feign madness?"

He reached out and grasped his father's arm: "At least behave yourself. You've made Marum incredibly ashamed. I want to see you and Mother reconcile and give birth to my brothers."

The next moment, all the strangeness vanished.

The father, who had just been shot by his own son and enemy, returned to the state of Anda Weir.

"Huff, huff, what just happened?"

"And what's with the weird look on your face that makes me feel like I'm about to die?"

Anda shook off his son's hand, muttering to himself:

"I think I was hit by a bald man with tubes in his face again just now, and my past memories are starting to become complicated."

"Forget it, that's 30,000 years from now. Look at you, Marum, you're from over 42,000 years in the future, and Guilliman is still in charge, which means there's not much of a problem."

Aaron's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I think there's a big problem. I can't control what happens tens of thousands of years from now, but you can't go on like this."

Anda had calmed down, looked up at her son, and gritted her teeth:

Are you lecturing me?

"You're just a mortal who can live a little longer! I am a god! How many terrible futures await my decision! Do you know how much I bear?"

Aaron shook his head, then bent down and gently hugged his father.

"No, I'm just concerned about my family."

"I don't know what the future holds, but no matter how bad the outcome, I believe I can change things rather than be forced to make various choices."

“I hope my brothers can be born normally. If possible, I would rather be there to watch them grow up.”

Marum suddenly looked up, as if he had caught some special information. This was the reaction of the special component that Kaul had installed for him, which would activate when a significant time point was detected.

Aaron stood up and returned to his seat, saying to Marum:

"have a rest."

He stroked the nail he had hidden at his waist and closed his eyes.

Anda remained silent, his body stiff.

The emperor's eldest son, who can soothe the emperor's madness?

And what about the Primarchs?

Marum felt his mind was collapsing drastically, and a terrifying possibility was slowly taking shape in his mind.

Forty-two thousand years later, in the Holy Terra, the Sanctuary of Kaul.

"Yes, yes, no matter how bad the future may be, believe in yourself instead of being forced to make choices. Otherwise, just like the Primarch Mother, who feared the terrible consequences of leaving the Primarchs on Terra, threw them into the galaxy."

"If the Primarch Mother and you had personally taught the Primarchs, perhaps we could have survived those terrible futures."

"Your Majesty, is this the enlightenment you brought us through the first son?"

Kaul was extremely grateful and recorded this valuable data.

But his thought process, whether biological or mechanical, still felt somewhat off.

Does this mean His Majesty is shifting the blame?

Rumble!

The Golden Throne was undergoing routine depressurization, and a flying screw bounced off and hit Kaul's hood.

Logically speaking, as a product of cutting-edge human intelligence and technology, the Golden Throne should not have such an extremely basic problem.

Chapter 36 Guilliman's Sleep Aid Machine, This Dog Smells Like Birds

Forty-two thousand six hundred years later, there are three days left until the Radiance of Macragge completes its subspace journey.

At this time, no news from the outside world would come in, and Guilliman, who was sitting in the rest cabin reviewing the battle situation over and over again, was not so tired.

The Primarch's resting quarters were not as luxurious as those in other Astartes; there was a faint smell of engine oil and the ticking of servo skulls flying past the walls.

The Primarch rubbed his eyes; his eyesight shouldn't be deteriorating at all.

But at least dealing with war situations is easier than handling imperial administration.

Because right now there's only one main problem: bugs, damn bugs, bugs everywhere.

Beside Guilliman is the unopened box. It's not time to open it yet. Once the outer shell is lifted, inside is his father, a seal personally set by the Emperor forty thousand years ago.

The contents inside have been preserved for tens of thousands of years.

Guilliman felt a bit resistant to the psionic traces on it, which reminded him of the feeling he had when he lifted his father's holy sword in Nurgle Garden.

That flame, that sun, once resided in my mind.

"Let's try again. My father from 40,000 years ago wasn't that bad."

He reached out and touched the power again, and a faint fluctuation emanated from it:

"Issue my decree: Primarchs are strictly prohibited from boarding operations!"

It's sizzling!