Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The box was forcibly closed. Guilliman didn't know much about psionics, and it wasn't time to open it yet.

But in that instant, he seemed to see a necklace, and below the necklace, a clay tablet with ancient characters engraved on it.

Was it something that my father prepared for me 40,000 years ago?

Father, why don't you tell us what you know?

This has been the case since the time we created it more than 10,000 years ago.

If there is no trust, why did you create your son?

Guilliman pondered, and surprisingly, he felt sleepy, which was an unbelievable and bizarre thing for the Primarch.

He ignored the psionic traces on the necklace his father had crafted.

All that remained in his mind was the clay tablet at the very bottom of the box, which was calming the Primarch's thoughts, making him lower his guard, and fall into a deep sleep.

"elder brother--"

He sensed a trace of his elder brother's power, not psychic energy. What would happen if the entire clay tablet were taken out and the writing inside was revealed?

But there was no time to think it over; he longed for rest.

Perhaps the problem of not being able to sleep and not being able to truly rest can be cured.

Forty-two thousand years ago.

That morning, before Aaron was fully awake and had not yet dreamt of his adorable younger brothers, the tent where the three of them were located was dismantled from the outside.

The priest's attendants came and dressed them, stuffing a real metal one-handed sword and a wooden, iron-edged round shield into Aaron's hand.

"A real weapon!" Aaron thought excitedly, raising his sword and slashing a few times.

It's much more comfortable than those wooden contraptions.

Anda was covered with a light veil to conceal her body and was sent to Dalette's side.

Before Anda's body was covered, he secretly stuck out an upside-down thumb.

Aaron looked curiously at Marum beside him and asked:

"What does this gesture mean? Is it meant to be disrespectful to me?"

Marum pondered:

"In the Roman Colosseum, this represented the victor of the battle executing the enemy."

"I think the master wants us to defeat the enemy and leave no survivors."

His Majesty has never shown any mercy to the enemy.

Aaron sighed helplessly:

"I don't think he's being polite at all. He hasn't said a word since last night, not even to you."

"Could it be that what I said last night hurt him? He's a grown man, and I'm a grown man, can't he understand this?"

Marum thought to himself, "Even when His Majesty is tens of thousands of years old, he still won't understand."

He straightened his clothes and followed Aaron to the crude arena.

The arena was not tall or grand, and its structure was very simple, consisting of just some stacked stones.

Many ancient buildings are like this; those that are called wonders make many ordinary people think that the ancients had superb skills.

But most of the buildings actually look like those small mounds of earth and stone ruins seen in science and education documentaries.

Even the ruins of those alien civilizations that Marum read in the Legion's histories were the same.

The arena was not completely closed; they did not have enough time to build an archway, so they simply left an opening as an entrance and exit.

In the center of the arena was a platform constructed from several larger stones and a wooden frame.

At the vertices and edges of the platform, there are seven wooden frames, forming a relatively stable triangle rather than a cross.

Each wooden shelf held a human skull, and a tall man named Erst was carrying the eighth shelf toward the last empty space.

Aaron whispered:

"How cruel he is! Does the sacrifice to Sekhmet require a human skull? In Athens, bulls and other livestock are used because that old man likes to become a bull."

“The meat given to the gods was just skin covering the bones, making it look whole, but there was hardly any edible meat inside. The edible meat was all taken out and divided up by the priests.”

Marum found it rather strange.

Eight skulls, an axe, and dripping blood—

This was undoubtedly a follower of Khorne, yet there was absolutely no trace of the Khorne demon emanating from this Erster.

Strange, I wonder if the master noticed it.

Little did he know, the master was busy correcting the perverted perception of the person beside him to prevent any disgusting scenes from unfolding.

The surrounding boulders were filled with spectators, with Dalette in the main seat and Anda beside her.

He tentatively reached out to take Anda's hand, to comfort the poor beauty who was about to lose her son.

Yet he was unable to make up his mind, as if some strange force was preventing him from comprehending it.

"This is the eighth one this year, you guys are lucky."

Erster squinted and shouted as he planted the eighth wooden frame on the edge of the arena and raised the giant axe beside him.

"I, Erst, fight for Sekhmet!"

"My opponent, come up to the stage, come up to the stage!"

The audience cheered along, but seemed listless.

Most of them were servants of Erst, serving as atmosphere crew, and some had blood-red tattoos on their bodies.

Marum frowned deeply. The people's shouts lacked emotional expression, especially Erster himself, whose muscles weren't even trembling with excitement.

Is this really a follower of the Blood God?

That squinting, head-shaking manner—it looks like he's putting on a show, and it smells like a bird.

He had seen almost every kind of demon in that forging world and knew exactly how to distinguish them.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

If this guy is imitating the behavior of Khorne's followers, then it means that the war demons behind him are actually from the Tzeentch faction.

Because only those birdmen and lizardmen like to do this kind of thing.

Or perhaps, because that storm did not occur, the belief in God in human civilization still carries a strong primitive and mixed connotation.

Sekhmet represents both war and plague, so it seems normal to add a trick to the mix.

No wonder His Majesty needs to take the initiative to intervene and guide the normal development of human civilization's beliefs, instead of continuing in this chaotic state.

Otherwise, sooner or later some messy stuff will start to echo around.

But do these mixed characteristics also represent humanity's expectations of emperors?

An omniscient and omnipotent god who represents everything.

The reason why His Majesty was able to contend with the Four Gods has been found!

This thought was also recorded by Kaul's program.

Chapter 37 I'm being choked, Dad, save me!

dong dong!Boom!

The Egyptian warriors around him began to beat their shields, forming a path in front of him to guide Aaron onto the platform.

Aaron took a deep breath, stretched his arms and legs, and tentatively walked forward.

This doesn't look like the behavior expected of a priest's guard at all; he's clearly a novice.

But Erster showed no sign of questioning. He raised the axe in his hand, twisted his neck, and made a ferocious face.

"Send your name!"

"I am Erste! The messenger of Sekhmet! The warrior of Horus!"

Marum frowned and clenched his fists.

Egypt is great in every way, except that the fact that they like to call the pharaoh Horus really bothers him.

Aaron had already stepped onto the platform, holding a shield in his right hand and a sword in his left, with a slight bow.

He slowly raised his toes, ready to dodge to the right at any moment.

That was exactly the endpoint of the enemy's slashing trajectory.

If the roll is executed correctly, the moment of the backhand slash will target the enemy's waist, hips, or leg tendons, thus greatly weakening their mobility.

"Aaron Well, well, I don't have any titles."

Erster waited for Aaron to finish saying his name before grinning maliciously, flipping his giant axe with one hand and slashing at Aaron.

His swinging speed was naturally no match for Marum's, and coupled with his dodging of the fish his father threw at him yesterday, Aaron even felt that Erst's attacks were weak and feeble, not as powerful as the girls throwing bouquets onto the stage from below the Thebes theater.

Leaning forward and using the force of his right shoulder, he quickly curled up and rolled over, taking advantage of the friction of the shield hitting the ground.

With a slight dip in his waist, he had already reached a half-squatting position after a somersault. Before he could even stop, his left-hand longsword swiftly slashed backward.

Bang!

Erster's axe landed first, smashing a crater in the platform.

His massive body then staggered forward a few steps, clutching his lower back.

Aaron made a cut there, but unfortunately it didn't damage any arteries, so the amount of blood that spilled out wasn't much.

It did not damage Erst's pelvis or thigh muscles.

Aaron hardened his heart, recalling the scene of Chagatai jumping directly onto the back of White Scar's wild horse. His body involuntarily leaped up, and he used his longsword in his left hand as a nail to stab at Erster's neck.

He did want to smash it with his shield, but seeing that the other person was bald like him, he slowed down his strength.

The longsword pierced the flesh above Erster's shoulder blade, then slid away from Erster's shoulder as if there were some soft hair or smooth scales there.

This caused Aaron to lose his balance and crash directly into Erst's back.