Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He landed on the boundless grassland and watched as Chagatai played a musical instrument in the distance.

It looks like a stringed harp, with a flying horse head carving at the top.

The way its mane flew around gave it the imposing presence of galloping across the grasslands.

Nearby was a white-scarred animal grazing.

It seems alright. It appears that the younger brother hasn't suffered any psychological trauma, and the surrounding grassland tribes seem to be living a peaceful and uneventful life, without any danger.

Aaron then left with peace of mind.

He didn't see it, but on the other side, Chagatai simply extended the reins of the white-scarred man and tied an extra section to his belt.

Chagatai will never lose his white scar!

After visiting all three of his younger brothers, Aaron finally fell into a deep sleep.

He was a little confused. Dreaming is just sleeping, right? After each dream, he would fall into an even deeper sleep.

However, after this deep sleep, the fatigue from traveling through time and space in dreams will completely dissipate.

Is it the body's way of compensating itself?

But my father sleeps like a pig every day, and he doesn't seem very energetic when he's awake.

That old man is only energetic when he's eating.

At this moment, Anda, the old father whom his son was talking about, was walking into the workshop beneath the Temple of Yunu with Marum, wearing only half a strip of cloth around his waist.

Anda showed off the thick calluses on his hands, while Marum punched the wooden stake until it was buried in the hole.

The two were thus granted permission to become the Pharaoh's artisans and participate in the casting of this abominable creation.

Anda created a neglected area, where Hao and Marum slacked off in the well-ventilated spot.

He's not really here to work; he's just here to splurge.

This vantage point offers a commanding view of the central furnace area, the very heart of what appears to be a vibrant, living flame.

"This chariot is nice, but I don't really like bronze green or deep metallic black. Over the years, these demons' aesthetics haven't changed much."

Anda offered a sharp critique of Vashtor's aesthetic.

Marum said respectfully, "Sir, the colors of the Mechanicus seem even more oppressive."

Anda picked his nose; the temperature was making his nose uncomfortable. He said, "No way, aren't the red robes very bright? It's just that they insist on adding some rust or machine oil to the body to make it look like they're highly skilled. That has nothing to do with me. At least the Cult of Machines wouldn't cut up a living person's torso and tie it to the front of the vehicle, would they? Look, they're doing just that now."

The two looked over and saw an unfortunate slave being hooked by chains and being led toward the top of the completed chariot.

Marum thought to himself, "The Dark Machine Cult will probably do that in the future."

However, the empire also had the practice of embedding bones in shields.

"Never mind," he shook his head. "It's better not to tell His Majesty about these blasphemous acts at this moment."

Chapter 58 To be surnamed Wa or Ou, that is the question.

Marum stood up and tentatively asked:

"Sir, should we save this poor mortal's life?"

Anda simply waved his hand, flicked away what he might have been a booger, and said:

"No need for that. This person is utterly wicked; even being torn apart by chariots wouldn't be too much of a punishment."

Marum asked curiously, "Sir, did you probe his mind?"

Anda laughed loudly: "Unless my own son does something terribly wrong, I won't touch the minds of sinners; that would be even more disgusting. It reminds me of my uncle."

"But the method of making this war machine was just transmitted from a distant memory in the future. Damn it, I want to beat up my future self. He can't even speak properly."

He changed the subject and explained:

"In your words, this is a demon engine. However, because the barrier between the warp and reality is now solid, many materials are real-world materials, and only the most core rituals reveal the essence of the warp. I just saw several demons waiting to devour this person's soul, which shows that his sins are quite profound."

Marum was not used to His Majesty's charlatan-like tone, which was too different from their upbringing.

It's one thing for Ultramarines to accept the state religion, after all, they have contributed to maintaining the Empire.

But His Majesty himself seemed to be playing a god simulator at this moment, occasionally spouting out words that even the state religion would find treasonous.

Marum didn't know that the Emperor's most charlatan-like moments were far from over.

As the sinner's limbs were severed and impaled on the ram of the chariot, his filthy soul instantly rose up and was torn apart and snatched away by the demons.

Anda stared intently, his golden eyes gleaming. It wasn't to save this wicked soul, but to annihilate it and use it to construct this chariot with demonic technology.

Bah—this must be the power of the God-Emperor. Or rather, Omnisaya.

After Anda finished, he laughed and said, "I have to disgust my future self. I can't let him disgust me unilaterally. By the way, we have an institution that specializes in studying heretics and aliens. I hope they haven't caused any trouble."

Marum couldn't understand what His Majesty was doing, and could only answer in a routine manner:

"At least in the Ultramarines' database, there are no other issues besides the handling of Titus and the conflict with Space Wolves."

“I have vaguely heard that the Empire is researching the secrets of demons, and they are even trying to explore the power of Your Majesty, the living saint. I acknowledge their faith and loyalty, but I despise their actions.”

Anda nodded:

“Very well, I understand. I’ve only ever trusted myself. Now, I’ve been eyeing those demonic technologies for a long time. Such good stuff, yet it’s in the hands of these delusional minds.”

"Wait, let me see. Vashtor, that's actually the demon's real name. Interesting."

Marum sensed something was wrong and suppressed the urge to draw his chainsaw and shout at His Majesty, "Why is Your Majesty plotting rebellion!"

I have a feeling that His Majesty is playing with something very dangerous.

Far away in the demon realm, Vashtor did not sense the alteration of his skills by another force. In the words of Tzeentch, who was watching the spectacle, it was like someone else had kidnapped your child, but you were the one who gave them the key card.

Who made Vashtor reveal his true name right away? It was as if he had left his home address with the emperor of the past and warmly welcomed this thief from the past to the future to steal those precious technologies.

That thief is absolutely despicable!

Tzeentch gripped the little blue bird tightly, having already killed countless of them. But at the same time, he was also somewhat excited. These actions, which he had no idea how much trouble they would cause, made him feel as comfortable as if Slaanesh had stolen his man.

His recent experiments in that pool of water have encountered some minor problems, with countless isomers constantly proliferating, yet none of them are strong enough to grow into fragments like the Great Demon.

They were left to be held captive by Tzeentch; those who could answer his questions lived, while those who couldn't were crushed and thrown back.

"Hey, you two, how dare you slack off? Hurry up and move the components at the back. If you delay, I'll sacrifice you to Horus!"

On a high platform not far away, An Liwen turned around, just about to be satisfied with the completion of the front ram of the tank, when he saw two lazy workers and couldn't help but scold them.

For some reason, the god who had given him the skills in his mind required him to use the name "Horus" in everything he did.

It seems the Pharaoh truly lived up to his reputation as a living Horus among mortals!

Thanks to Anri's diligent work, even the priests, who were second only to the Pharaoh, treated him with kindness and respect.

Anda calmed Marum, who was about to explode, and with a smile, led him down to work.

"I have serious doubts about the intelligence of the demon named Vashtor. Now we've discovered not only the demon's real name, but also its inhabitants on Earth."

How did he choose his servants?

Adachi complained about his opponent's stupidity, saying that it wasn't Tzeentch who made the move.

At least Tzeentch knew how to take out an insurance policy, ensuring that the demon Bellaney had no memory of the future and almost crushed his own son to death.

If that dagger were real, it might have caused him pain for centuries.

The two reached the edge of the furnace, took the tools they had been given, and began hammering the metal castings.

Marum reminded her, "This is a gift for Chagatai."

Anda then focused his mind and applied the appropriate force; otherwise, he would have just been putting on a show.

He's really not a diligent person. Oh dear, what reason could he possibly have to entrust everything to Guilliman?

As numerous metal castings were completed and assembled, those components that required demonic rituals to be forged were replaced by Anda.

This Vashtor's skills are entirely self-generated; to put it bluntly, this demon is practically showing off his mechanical wife to others.

Completely unaware that his home had been stolen, his mechanical wife was thoroughly groped by that despicable brown-skinned barbarian from Asia Minor, leaving behind all sorts of marks.

There's no way around it; once the car is made, it has to take his surname.

As Ra's chariot plummeted below the horizon, the artisans were also released.

They can simply come back to work every day, and artisans with local residences can even save on a meal.

The Pharaoh made no attempt to conceal his intention to create something that he planned to display on the day of the Dionysian festival to boost the morale of the people.

Then the army marched on and took up a stronghold in Thebes!

For thousands of years, this place has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists, resulting in countless battles, both large and small.

How can we allow Egypt to become the land of destruction because of the mere meddling of a little Roman barbarian!

Once home, Anda quickly took a shower, while Marum carried the bucket and poured the contents down.

"Ah, that feels good. We need to speed things up and get this car finished quickly. From now on, we won't call it the Demon Engine, we'll call it the Neos Engine. In Greek, it means 'new era,' it's a bit strange to just call it the Emperor Engine."

After wiping himself off, Anda picked up a bucket and personally poured water all over Marum.

The same method was used when bathing Aaron, who was older; it was quick and easy.

Marum, feeling deeply moved as if he had received divine grace, immediately knelt down and began to pray.

This appears to have been referred to as baptism in the ancient religious rites of Terra.

So, should he call His Majesty the Godfather?

Wait a minute, Marum's mind started working. Since Father Guilliman wasn't born yet, that means I'll call you Dad, and you'll call me Brother!

This is utter blasphemy!

Marum closed his eyes tightly, trying to suppress these awful thoughts!

Having spent too much time with the royal family from before Christ, Marum has become overly anthropomorphic.

Chapter 59 Tomorrow, gather at the square without tools.

That night, Anda went to bed.