Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“Vashtor is easy to deal with, but Horus is the only one. Right now, he has those four dirty guys behind him.”

“We’re exactly looking for the demon behind the Pharaoh, aren’t we? By following the Pharaoh’s entourage, we can even save on food expenses.”

Marus was quite helpless, but since it was His Majesty's arrangement, he had no choice but to comply.

This chariot will travel directly from Junu to Lavist, so that after the Pharaoh completes the Dionysian festival and gathers his army, he can march directly into Thebes.

A group of artisans were to accompany the army, and Anda used his power to place himself and Marum next to the Pharaoh, so that they wouldn't have to go out to work and wouldn't even be able to attend the Dionysian festival that he looked forward to the most. That would be terrible.

Marum couldn't help but wonder if, for His Majesty at this moment, defeating Horus was less important than drinking and having fun.

The Pharaoh was a man of great efficiency, and this afternoon, the chariot, named the Scarab, would set off.

Then, the party started! A six-day party!

When this decree was issued, even the servants who delivered it were overjoyed.

Dionysian culture is the most prevalent deity culture in the tri-continental region. Even though Egypt regards Osiris as the god of wine, it is necessary to distinguish him from the god of wine in Rome and Greece.

But that joyful, unrestrained atmosphere and boundless vitality of life cannot be stopped by any means.

If this were a strategy game, which ruler would refuse a cultural measure that would improve the happiness of his citizens?

When Anda led Marum out of the square, there were several times more vendors on both sides of the road, and the goods they sold had become strange.

It turned out that merchants from various places had arrived as scheduled. They had calculated the time precisely and exchanged goods in different places, hoping to make a fortune in Yunu.

Among them were merchants from Macedonia and Rome, and even Persia, Egypt's enemy.

Despite their keen information and sharp observation skills, these merchants could still sense the danger of the situation and the impending war.

However, they all felt they could make a fortune and left before the war broke out.

These adventurous caravans were especially numerous among the Hebrews. At this time, they were traveling between Persia and Rome, seeking to follow Rome's expansion and claim a piece of land for themselves.

"Buy some hunting bowstrings, we can twist them together to use as harp strings, Aaron's harp needs them."

Anda unusually did not use facial recognition payment, but instead paid for some materials.

After experiencing the feeling of sitting on a throne in his dream yesterday, Anda felt that his perception was changing.

He couldn't figure out what his future self was thinking, so he could only go with the flow.

Let's at least take good care of this son in front of us first, and not worry about the problem of twenty sons tens of thousands of years from now.

However, this idea did not last long. Anda felt that being a good father was too tiring, so he entrusted all household purchases to Marum.

Just thinking about what a family needs is enough to annoy Adachi.

How did he endure building an empire and trying to manage it!

Damn it, I must prevent my future self from knowing the memory of Macardo persuading me.

What, is Old Ma more important than his wife and kids?

Well, you know what?

They wandered around until the sun was about to set, and Anda, empty-handed, and Marum, carrying many bags, returned home.

Before entering the door, Anda summarized her parenting philosophy:

“You see, we need to give young people of this age enough private time so they don’t stumble upon any embarrassing situations after they go in.”

"That's why we stay out until night before coming back."

Marum thought for a moment and said seriously, "Sir, I think Aaron doesn't seem to have entered the breeding season at all."

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The door opened, and Aaron, who was about to leave, frowned as he looked at the two people discussing the breeding season and asked:

"What are you talking about? Breeding season? Come inside, start a fire and cook. I'll go get some stones. It might be windy tonight, so we need to weigh down the tarpaulin to prevent it from being blown away."

"These two grown men are always thinking about studying animals, without even considering how much work they have to do at home."

Aaron pushed past the two, and Anda fell into thought, looking at Marum:

"Your 'Otlama Parenting Encyclopedia' states that it focuses on the physical health and psychological transformation of teenagers."

Marum exclaimed in horror: "How did Your Majesty know this?!"

Anda stroked his chin, went inside, and sat down.

“That idiot Caul showed me this book sometime ago. It seems he’s been plotting to preserve my humanity for a long time. Let me think, there’s also someone who wanted to kill me with a sword so I could be resurrected.”

"No, no, this is too chaotic. I don't even know how many backup plans I have."

Anda felt overwhelmed and had no choice but to put these unsolvable problems aside.

This is his usual way of behaving. If it can't be solved, then just leave it for now. Maybe it will get better on its own after a while.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Help Aaron finish the harp tomorrow during the day. I'll go get the chariot back now. I hope Chagatai likes it. I don't need to dismantle your power core, and I don't need you to take off your armor in front of me! Put your clothes back on! Chogoris's wild horse can handle this thing."

"And at full speed, I'm using my own power! I have absolutely no interest in even glancing at that thing from Astartes!"

Marum, who was about to unbutton his clothes and revert to his Space Marine form, awkwardly lowered his hand.

Never mind, he secretly drew an Ultramariner symbol under the car, as a tribute from his father, Guilliman, to his other brothers.

Perhaps at the same time, within the subspace.

As the filthy gear marks became more and more obvious, Vashtor burst into tears, his eyes practically overflowing with every kind of engine oil imaginable.

He is finally going to have his own divine seal, just like the seals of the four Chaos Gods. Vashtor's authority has already manifested in the Warp!

Planning ahead definitely has its advantages. That despicable Tzeentch! He actually kept it from me all along!

(Bluebird: What? Someone actually begged me to scam them!)

He withdrew from that transcendent state; indeed, he was not yet a true god.

But Vashtor seemed to have already seen the grand opening of his divine myriad forms, occupying an eternal corner within the raging warp!

Now I need to go check out the new car; it's the first creation imbued with divine power, the previous ones were merely works of pure craftsmanship.

And this chariot is an instrument that can carry the gods!

No less deadly than the old woman's sword against Salisbury—

Ugh, that's too taboo. How could I have come up with such a metaphor?

Could it be that the mighty Vashtor, the future supreme god, will be run over and killed by this car?

Even in an era when the warp barriers were stable, Vashtor could still ride this vehicle called the Scarab at any time.

Until he looked up and saw a towering figure, glowing all over with hair like burning golden flames, sitting in his beloved car, speeding away at will.

"It can go even faster. I remember that the Khan has very strict requirements for speed. It needs to be trained to the right level."

The emperor muttered to himself and pressed the accelerator harder (if there was an accelerator at all).

He knew, of course, that Vashtor was watching, and that this was for him to see.

What the hell? Trying to steal my toilet?

Watch as I push harder, until the whole car creaks and groans!

Chapter 64 Father, someone from the Court of Judgments is looking for me.

Vashtor was struck dumb, and he hurriedly looked toward the location of the human star torch.

That cold, subspace sun has existed for ages, unwavering.

Damn it, the Black King is indeed closer to the divine than I am, and he has countered my measures.

Vashtor was bewildered, then the creaking of the machinery, the roar of the endless production lines and workshop pipes crawling at his feet, emboldened the power of his vicious craftsmanship!

We must win! We must take our divine throne from the Black King!

This bastard is still using the name Omnisiah.

As long as I can snatch back my wife—no, I mean that first war chariot created by the evil divine power—I can prove that I am more qualified than that blond guy.

He could kick the Black King off that position.

But before that succeeds, the chariot will be driven by blond-haired guy—

Vashtor entered into calculations at the highest frequency, his consciousness forcibly touching the filthy gear imprint, from which numerous forbidden techniques were born.

"This is the battle to become a god; the era when the eight oldest realms were mixed has already dissipated."

"Even if it were a treacherous and cunning monster, it could not take away the overlapping parts of our domains!"

"Lord of Darkness! I declare war on you!"

Vashtor roared furiously, and all the warp machine production lines exploded, venting the rage of the Lord of Vicious Arts (who called himself)

The already violent warp waves surged even more violently.

The Heavenly Emperor had no objection to the upheaval; the more chaotic, the better. His demons were taking advantage of the instability in those demon workshops to steal back a few production lines.

The Lord of the Skull expressed his admiration for Vashtor's courage in challenging the Black King.

The Lord of Pleasure, however, delved deeper, knowing that the Black King had taken Vashtor's virginity. This refers to the divine creation of malevolent art, not some broken gear or valve.

Only in a dark wooden hut somewhere in the garden did Nurgle carefully stir the soup in the pot.

He also had to busy himself with restoring Mortalian's body, which was traumatized by the beating, and with helping him rebuild his mental health.

No matter how much you fear your father, he will always love you. Now, get out there and get to work.

It was nearly midnight when Anda finally returned home, still fiddling with the shrunken Scarab in his hand.

He used other materials to create a fake tank.

Now look what's happened; the two priests at the front lines are fake, and the chariots are fake too.

If this continues, even the Pharaoh's army marching north will become fake.

"Aaron? Aaron! Your father has brought the chariot back!"

"Quickly enter a dream and send it to Chagatai!"

Anda shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to show his fatherly side, and his actions and expressions were always more aggressive.