Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron, with a mournful face, sighed:

"How are we going to get these fish back?" he asked, picking up his basket.

"Just a few are enough; release the rest."

It's a real shame that my father has a poor appetite and can't eat much.

Are earthly delicacies not enough to satisfy him?

Just then, the sun began to set, and Aaron had Marum lift him up, his buttocks resting precisely on the unconnected white rings on Marum's shoulder armor.

He pointed out the path leading into the city, saying happily:

"Now, let's head towards Thebes!"

He also reminded him:

"Please run slower, at a pace I can tolerate."

Aaron also wondered why, apart from the ability to purify the chaos and evil that Marum spoke of, he did not possess the heroic power of his demigod brothers in myths and legends who had accomplished great feats.

Perhaps it's not time for this power to be unleashed yet.

Marum deliberately walked slowly, and after dark, his tall figure crossed the backyard of His Majesty's palace.

Um, a simple courtyard.

There wasn't even any window decoration on the walls of the house; there was only a large hole in the top.

A man, whose face was obscured and whose body was enveloped in golden light, whose size was also blurred, lay in an ungraceful posture on a reed mat.

"Your Majesty!"

Marum's voice trembled as he carefully lowered Aaron from his shoulder.

Then he knelt on one knee and said in a trembling voice:

"My, Your Majesty. Emperor, Lord of Mankind, Primarch, Commander-in-Chief."

He paused, then said loudly:

"The son of Guilliman comes to see you."

Anda Weir was simply woken up, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and sat up.

He uttered the longest sentence Aaron could remember his father had ever spoken:

"There's only Anda Will here; the yard can't fit all these people."

"Ugh—ah! I'm starving, Aaron, go start a fire. As for you, Marum Kaido, give me your communicator."

He stretched out his arms, which, in Marum's eyes, were like a radiant sun, warm and even blazing.

"That bastard Guilliman took advantage of my inability to form coherent sentences tens of thousands of years in the future, and then humiliated me like a victorious debater from Athens! Damn it, I have to let him know who the real boss is!"

Aaron was sullen, so he picked up a fish and threw it at the old man, who couldn't see any golden glitter.

He suppressed his voice:

"Father, go start the fire yourself! I chopped the firewood yesterday. I'm very tired today; too many things have happened."

Chapter 6 Emperor: Are you teaching me how to be a father?

Anda let the fish slap his face before falling to the ground.

He glanced at his son, who had changed his clothes, and frowned.

"It seems that the animal skin skirt has ended up in Guilliman's hands."

"alright."

Anda stood up, picked up the fish from the ground, and muttered:

"You forgot to buy spices; plain grilled fish isn't very tasty."

Aaron is in a bad mood right now, and he's grumbling and cursing:

"I thought Mrs. Ledance's perfume smelled good enough, so I went to bed. Call me when the fish is done grilling."

Aaron went inside and fell fast asleep.

Anda then looked at Marum, scrutinizing his power armor, and said casually, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat:

"It seems things will turn out badly forty thousand years from now. I can feel my human part being stripped away. Cough cough, now, there is no emperor here for you."

"Your communicator? Damn it, it can't connect to the future! I swear, once I can stand up and move around, I'm going to kick Guilliman's ass!"

"Alright, for now, let's not talk about the future. Let me stay as far away from the identity of the emperor as possible."

Upon hearing this, Marum exclaimed in shock:

"Your Majesty! Are you abandoning humanity? In our dark world, people cannot lose their god, even if it is only symbolic!"

Anda shook his head and shouted:

"I'm no god, damn it, you're just as stubborn as Guilliman. Listen, the more I separate myself from my present self and my future self, the more humanity I can retain!"

"Can't you learn from your idol Titus? That guy just kills enemies without saying a word. He doesn't make me feel like I have another nagging thought in my head."

"My God, your whispers from 40,000 years in the future are so annoying to me now."

Oh no! His Majesty from 40,000 years ago actually found human prayers annoying!

Marum knelt down completely, prostrating himself on the ground.

"My lord, do not abandon humanity! My father, Guilliman, once said—"

Anda grew furious, glaring at Marum, his words like thunder:

"Enough! I find Guilliman's flowery language even more unbearable. Now listen carefully."

"There's no need to tell Aaron about the future. He has nothing to do with the future and will die in the year 0 AD."

"If the ritual that Kaul found can be used to communicate and allow the brothers to meet in their dreams, that would be quite good."

"I will do my best to ensure that I am a human being."

Upon hearing this, Marum suddenly realized the difference between the "person" before him and the emperor, and remembered the purpose of the ceremony.

To preserve the emperor's humanity and prevent him from going out of control on the golden throne 40,000 years later.

So, at this point, Anda actually better suited their needs?

Marum tried to convince himself of this, but still had doubts:

"I understand. Then, how should I address you?"

Anda started fiddling with the firewood in the yard and cleaning the fish scales, casually saying:

"Call me Anda, blacksmith, or old man, it's all fine. But whatever, just call me Master."

He reached out, and Marum's power armor dissipated, revealing the Space Marine's tall, modified body.

Then a blanket flew over from the neighboring courtyard and covered his body.

Under his sculpting, Marum's body was transformed to a level that was acceptable to ordinary people.

“Your armor and weapons are still here; they’ll appear whenever you need them. Now, Marum, help me process these fish. I should have told Aaron I wanted pork so I wouldn’t have to clean the scales.”

"No, that's not right. Pork skin is too smelly, and the meat needs to be cooked until tender, which makes it more troublesome to handle."

Anda muttered to himself.

Marum obediently approached and skillfully prepared the ingredients using techniques passed down among the Ultramarines.

Astartes has no requirements for food, but the culinary culture of its home planet needs to be passed down.

Marum grew bolder, gazing at His Majesty, who in his eyes gradually transformed into an ordinary middle-aged human man.

whispered:

“Sir, your behavior is no different from that of an ordinary person, but why are you so indifferent to the prince and Aaron?”

"If you want to remain humane, perhaps establishing a healthy father-son relationship is a good way."

Marum trembled inwardly. Guilliman, Father, this is all I can do for you.

I hope these words will influence the emperor 40,000 years from now, so that you too can feel your father's love!

Suddenly, Marum began to gag, a physical reaction he shouldn't have as an Astartes.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of hard, perforated braided tape, stained with the smell of machine oil, came out of his mouth.

He only glanced at it before understanding the meaning of the dots above:

"Marum Kaido, this is something you should know."

"Through the ritual, things created by His Majesty's power can be exchanged for products of the present time. His Majesty the Regent received the animal skin skirt sewn by the Emperor and sent you here. With some remaining power, I have compiled some information as follows."

"Please strictly follow my requirements to ensure that His Majesty from 40,000 years ago possessed the humanity we need."

Marum held the entire braided tape, which was over ten meters long, while also trying to prevent his saliva from corroding the holes in the tape.

He then quickly finished reading, raised an incredulous face to look at Anda, and said in a trembling voice:

"It's consistent with my earlier deduction, sir. Father and Sage Caul have asked me to confirm your parentage with Aaron and to ask you some questions."

Anda didn't feel offended, and handed over a fish that he wasn't sure was cooked through, saying:

"Ask away. I'm moving to Egypt tomorrow. Rome is gradually launching an attack on Macedonia, and then on Alexander. I need to get there early to see what's going on."

Marum then respectfully asked:

"According to the 'Encyclopedia of Parent-Child Relationships' from Altramer 500 Worlds—"

Anda's scalp tingled, and he instantly became furious.

He yelled, "What? A book? Guilliman even organized the compilation of a text to try to describe the relationship between human parents and children?"

"How many lousy books has he written?"

"What, this bastard wants to teach me how to be a good father? I should have just strangled him when I dragged him out of Nurgle's Garden."

"Shut up and get out! I regret letting you speak."

Marum could hardly feel any emotion towards such an insult to his father, after all, it came from the Emperor's own mouth.