Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron shrugged helplessly, then jumped up excitedly, exclaiming:

"I will remember your request and then pass it on to the other brothers. Good, now we have one more thing to do."

Guilliman waved his hands hastily, appearing somewhat flustered:

"No, no, no need, brother, this, this is a little embarrassing. I can hardly imagine Rogge or Ryan talking to me like this. As for Ruth, well, he sees things more clearly."

Aaron grabbed Guilliman's hand and refused:

"No, you said it yourself, you hope the brothers will speak their minds about you, and you have to accept that."

"Alright, I can feel myself waking up soon. I still need to deliver the papyrus to Loga. From what Father said, the Macurag people like to compile and summarize. Is there anything you need to pass on to Loga?"

Guilliman found it difficult to resist his brother's decision, so he had no choice but to give up and say:

"Perhaps I need to say those words to Loka myself. If I encounter a corrupted Loka, I will kill him without mercy. If it is a Loka who is not yet corrupted in your eyes, I hope Father will bless you and that your brother will fulfill your wish. Let Loka maintain his faith. If he is swayed by factors other than himself, it means his faith is not firm enough. That will turn him into a clown."

Aaron clenched his fist to encourage himself:

"Alright, I'll be going now. Next time I'll have to make things clear to my father, at least he should use rhinoceros hide for the pillow."

"Remember to kill those disgusting bugs. They look alive, but they don't look like life at all."

Guilliman knelt down on one knee and bent down so that his torso could be close to his brother's.

"I will kill all those bugs."

Aaron tiptoed and touched Guilliman's cheek, sighing, "You've got wrinkles. I'll think of something for you when I see Mother."

Then, Aaron's body vanished completely.

Guilliman silently stood up; warm moments are always fleeting.

But for him, that was enough.

He put on his helmet and rushed back to the battlefield.

The insects, like the tedious imperial administration, can never be completely dealt with.

The first thing Aaron did upon waking was to quickly touch his head; there was no sweat or pain.

It seems he's not skilled enough; he doesn't actually need to bang his head against a wall to enter a dream.

According to mythology, during the Trojan War, the god of sleep was seduced by his mother Hera, causing his father Zeus to fall asleep while controlling the scales of war.

Zeus's wrath afterwards made the heavens and the earth tremble.

It seems that the God of Sleep is only working intermittently these days, and this might be one of the reasons.

Aaron adjusted his mindset, and this time, without any external stimulation, he fell asleep by his own will and entered a dream.

He hadn't forgotten to bring the papyrus and quills, but his father was too careless and forgot to get the ink.

Hopefully, Colchis has suitable inks available.

Aaron opened his eyes and found himself atop a giant pyramid, where Loka, bathed in sunlight, sat meditating.

A corpse lay before Luo Jia. The body had been strangled with a whip, its face swollen and bruised, and the wounds from the violent convulsions and friction of its limbs had been blocked by the loss of life.

But Aaron wasn't scared at all. If it was Loka who killed someone at this time, then it must be a bad person.

Luo Jia opened her eyes, a hint of joy in them:

"It has been several months since we last met, brother. It seems you have brought a gift."

He wasn't as able to show a smile as Guilliman, but the joy in his eyes was enough.

Aaron laid out paper and pen on the ground and began to explain:

"Father suddenly wanted to prepare some gifts for each of you, but he wasn't careful enough and only bought paper and pens, not ink."

"I'm bringing this over to you, and I'll also pass on some little secrets between brothers."

He sat down next to Luo Jia and asked:

"Have you unified the entire Kolchis?"

Luo Jia changed from a cross-legged sitting position to a normal sitting position and said gently:

“There are still a few powerful demons to deal with, and I am learning to use psionic energy to drive them away. I cannot send my followers to their deaths.”

Aaron asked curiously:

"Is there any ability that can kill a demon with just a few words?"

Luo Jia finally laughed:

"Based on my research into the issue of faith over this period of time, my father might be able to do it."

Aaron said disdainfully:

"He can't even guarantee that you won't have to pay when you buy something. There are too many things in this world that he can't do."

"Don't treat him like some kind of god, that old bastard is wicked."

Luo Jia nodded and said:

“I am already searching for the path to the highest truth, and even the existence of the Chaos Gods cannot stop me. If faith needs something to rely on, then it is flawed.”

“I prefer to experience a normal life outside of my faith. I’m even prepared to retire after I finish writing my doctrine.”

"To be a teacher, or a pastor."

Aaron asked in confusion:

“Strange, Guilliman also told me to tell you that you should follow your own beliefs.”

Luo Jia said in a low voice, "There is no contradiction, brother. Once I finish writing this book and you understand these things, you will understand."

"I hope it will also help my father."

He added.

Chapter 57 Who came up with the idea of ​​tying someone to the front of the chariot?

"Then you should find some proper paper and pen to write on. These papyrus papers aren't very good quality. I've seen that in Rome, they use parchment, or they're carved on stone tablets or clay tablets."

As Aaron spoke, he pushed the corpse aside, which was rather unsightly.

Luo Jia carefully put away the paper and pens, and examined them, saying:

"By the way, aren't you going to ask me who this person is?"

Aaron waved his hand and said casually, "You killed him. Anyway, he's a bad guy. I could tell he wasn't a good person."

"He is Cole Fallon, my adoptive father," Loka sighed.

Aaron sat back down next to Loka, shaking his head: "So, are we going to tell a story?"

Luo Jia explained:

“When I was discovered, Cole Fallon was a priest, but in reality, he worshipped the dark gods. He had simply lost a power struggle.”

"He learned of my existence, destroyed the entire village, and raised me as his adopted son."

Aaron said angrily, "See? He really is a bad guy. I should have stomped on his face a few times. Was he the one who led you to pursue the One True God?"

Loka replied, “Yes, he regarded me as a miracle, yet he wanted to control me tightly. He tried to build a world to limit my behavior. Until I grew up and dreamed of my father’s arrival.”

“At that time, I felt that was the one true God. Cole Fallon also needed my help to avenge him. He was the loser in the internal struggle of the cult.”

"He even began to encourage me to blindly worship the scenes in my dreams. Because he understood that once faith is intoxicated, the blow it suffers when it is broken will be even greater."

"If I reach my father's side and then find that he is not on the level of my faith, it might even lead to conflict."

Aaron said bitterly, "That old man will definitely scold you severely, and might even send someone to smash your things. He's been trying to get me to break the nails you gave me."

Luo Jia comforted her brother:

“It’s good that you came, brother. I realized what true faith is, so I brought Cole Fallon to me, questioned him about the Dark Gods, and then strangled him.”

Aaron asked curiously, "So what information did you get?"

Loka pointed to the sky and laughed, “Just as I predicted, those dark gods, or rather, chaotic gods, are not omniscient and omnipotent. They are not transcendent; even the concept of chaos itself is just an excuse to indulge their desires and behaviors.”

"Humans hope for something lofty and powerful to provide answers and support for their actions. Otherwise, it's as if they can't survive, which is utterly foolish."

"I do what I want to do, not because something corrupts me. Okay, this might bore you."

Luo Jia stood up and knelt on the ground; the difference in size between the brothers was truly enormous.

Thank you for the gift.

Aaron yawned and touched Loka's face. It was healthy, without the wrinkles that Guilliman had.

"Alright, I have to go back now. Is there anything you need me to take with you?"

Luo Jia pondered:

"Perhaps we can tell Father about some of the results in advance. There is no difference between a God who has his own duties and an omniscient and omnipotent God. God is not important; what is important is what people are thinking."

He pointed to his head: "Everything is in here."

Aaron covered his head and sighed:

"As expected, I don't understand anything you're researching. When my mother was a priestess, she never paid attention to these things; she was more concerned with whether the offerings tasted good."

With a final yawn, Aaron vanished.

Loka patiently held the papyrus scrolls, one hand covering his forehead:

"Oh no, I forgot to tell my brother that these papers and pens are too small for me."

"He didn't realize it, and it seems neither did his father. He really isn't omnipotent."

However, given one's physical capabilities, carving words directly on stones or clay tablets is not impossible.

In 600 BC, Yunu.

Aaron, who had been a Santa Claus for a while, lay in his bed, facing his last question.

Chagatai.

The motorcycle hasn't been made yet. My father has always been unreliable, so who knows what he might end up with?

He had no choice but to force himself into a dream. This time, due to his weak will, his body was blurry, just like the first few times he saw Guilliman, and what he saw and heard was somewhat unclear.