Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Moreover, as someone who knew that half of his future sons had betrayed him, and that the remaining half didn't treat him like a father.

It's really not a good idea to expect him to get along well with his current son.

The Emperor had no experience raising sons; he was merely a biological father. The influence of adoptive fathers on Primarchs was far greater.

Realizing this great disrespect, Marum could only lower his head and remain silent.

Fortunately, the Great Sage Caul had anticipated this situation.

They even felt that the situation of getting angry when such a sensitivity was touched was a positive expectation.

This is because it implies that the emperor's personality is more inclined towards the human side.

Therefore, a backup plan was mentioned at the end: to observe and promote the relationship between the emperor and the first prince.

Make sure the emperor understands that he needs to be honest with his son in order to resolve problems.

Marum then lay down on the ground and began rolling toward the door.

The emperor's decrees must be strictly obeyed.

Anda became utterly enraged:

"Guilliman! You're just as rigid as your son! Are you two incapable of having testicles?!"

As Marum rolled away, he said respectfully:

“My lord, this goes back to the tradition of modification during the Thunder Warrior era, and it is a matter that is strictly forbidden to be discussed within the Empire.”

"By the way, sir, the Great Sage Kaul has forbidden me from revealing anything about the future to Aaron. How should I explain this?"

Anda haphazardly skewered the uncooked fish onto sticks, placed them on the rack, and snorted coldly:

"Just say I'm Zeus, that's what Aaron thinks anyway. As Zeus, it's prophesied that he would be destroyed by his own son, so it's normal for him to be indifferent to his son."

Marum bowed his head reverently, rolled to the wall, and then stood up.

"As you command, sir."

He began to record this information, and before the power of the animal skin skirt was completely exhausted, he transmitted it back.

Holy Terra, Sanctuary of the Sages.

Caul waited anxiously for the first reply, then frowned, his metallic eyebrows furrowing in amazement:

"These are all precious historical materials. His Majesty truly had a period of time—"

Boom!

The steam engines of the sanctuary roared, conveying the fury of the corpse atop the golden throne. Caul momentarily lost his composure, collapsing to the ground, unable to utter the rest of his words.

Chapter 7 Another Bald Man in My Dream

Once all the fish were cooked, Anda stood up.

The Theban robes were similar to those of the Greeks, but were coarser than the later Roman robes with artificially pleated folds.

The robe hung on Anda's shoulders, its front stained with a mixture of dust from his work and grease from cooking.

He found a small knife, skillfully cut open the fish meat, and removed the fish bones.

Even the most skilled chefs in Macurag could not accomplish this so perfectly without damaging the texture of the fish.

After setting out the food for her son, Anda whispered:

"Go and call Aaron; it's not convenient for me to say too much to him."

Marum respectfully accepted the plate and asked with a puzzled look:

"My lord, perhaps you should go yourself. I'm curious, is there some strange curse involved that makes it so difficult for you to speak with Aaron?"

Anda raised his head, gazing at the boundless starry sky, and said calmly:

"I don't know either. The battle with Horus destroyed too many of my components in the future."

Marum's inability to correct Andana's strange word order seems to be some kind of aftereffect.

“In short,” Anda lowered his head, the highest form of human wisdom flowing in his eyes:

“Help me find out the reason, see if it’s my future self influencing me, or if my present self is the bastard Erda talks about. Tell Caul to explore the upper limits of that ritual; I need to go to Egypt to forge a necklace for Guilliman.”

Marum used up the last of his exchange quota for the animal skin skirt.

To send back crucial information.

"Alright, tell that brat that if he doesn't get up and eat, I'll kick him all the way to the Nile tomorrow!"

Anda shouted and slapped Marum on the shoulder.

The Emperor's physical body touched my body!

Marum was overwhelmed with ecstasy and, determined to fulfill his master's request, rushed into the house.

"Aaron, Aaron! It's time for dinner. We're leaving for Egypt first thing tomorrow morning!"

He vowed that from this moment until his death, he would never allow this skin to be scarred!

Aaron was woken up and looked at the fish on the plate. He wasn't surprised by the skill of the chef; he was used to it.

His father knew everything, but he didn't teach him anything; he wasn't a good father.

He ate the fish heartily, wiping his mouth every now and then, handed one to Marum, and asked dejectedly:

"How did you become like this? Was it him? So, my father really is Zeus?"

Marum nodded and said, "That's true."

Father, Ultramarines never lie, forgive me.

Aaron's expression turned vicious as he gnawed on the fish:

"Oh, so am I a demigod, or a god?"

"Is my mother, Ilda, Hera, or just some pitiful mortal that this philanderer has taken a fancy to?"

"I really want to punch him, but I can't beat him."

Marum was sweating. Do Astartes sweat?

He didn't know, but it seemed as if he had returned to the past, to the brief life he had as a human being, and had experienced those things.

He hurriedly said:

"Lady Ilda is the Primarch Mother, your mother, and also Hera."

Never mind, it was the Emperor who requested that he be called Zeus, so it's fine for Lady Ilda to be called Hera.

Aaron finished eating all the fish and meat, looked out the window at his father tending the stove, then looked at his own body, which was only slightly stronger than an average person, and sullenly felt unhappy.

"Then he should find me a centaur teacher to teach me how to ride horses, shoot arrows, and fight monsters on the battlefield!"

"Like Hercules!"

Marum remained silent. Kaul had mentioned that in the future state religion, the Emperor would be the God-Emperor.

His sons, on the other hand, are the divine symbols of classical Greek mythology, which are completely contrary to monotheism.

He is a god, but not perfect; he even causes trouble and is just as despicable and scheming as humans.

This is not the original Emperor's first son.

By the way, he seems to be immune to all warp corruption and has much better physical abilities, but apart from that, he's just an ordinary human in the eyes of Astartes.

He said regretfully:

“I can teach you how to wield a sword and fight enemies, Aaron. If you dream of Lord Guilliman, my father, your brother—well, the lord will have twenty-one more sons in the future, known as Primarchs.”

"Please tell him that Marum will live up to the name of the Ultra Warrior."

He added, "Rest assured, Ms. Erda is still their mother."

He could say no more about the future, telling Aaron that he would have many younger brothers; that was the limit.

Aaron jumped out of bed, picked up the plate, and shook his head:

"That's a good thing, it means that Father and Mother have reconciled. It turns out that Guilliman in my dream was my brother."

"So, is Mount Olympus being threatened by a demon in the future? He is seeking his father's return in his dreams. That old man must have run off somewhere else to hide and watch his son make a fool of himself."

"It's like those noble ladies are all enamored with his charm, but he tells the children on the street that those women are looking for him. When the noble ladies' husbands come looking for him with swords, that will be a tragedy worthy of being written into Homer's epics."

Marum frowned; both father and son were indeed chatterboxes.

Moreover, he lacked the logical clarity and fluent speech of his father, the great Robert Guilliman.

I understand. The Emperor's communication skills are not strong. He only has one close friend, Makado, and his marital and parent-child relationships are not harmonious.

This emperor is becoming more and more like a human being.

"Never mind, I'm full and need to rest. This bed is big, you can come up and squeeze in."

Aaron was too lazy to call his father to rest; he climbed to the bedside, pulled up the woven blanket, and fell asleep.

He's been getting more and more sleepy lately.

"Uh—haa!"

The first son yawned and drifted off to sleep.

Marum dared not disturb him, for according to the known intelligence, his father, Guilliman, communicated with the eldest son in his dreams.

The emperor's eldest son once again entered a dream, a tranquil and peaceful sea of ​​souls that transcends the limitations of time.

Eight gazes converged from all directions, fixed on this sacred soul.

Ultimately, the first child's consciousness touched a planet in a certain timeline and landed on a barren land.

Looking around, the distant silhouette of a dark city looms larger than the Temple of Athena.

But here was an open space, with tall stone pillars extending from all directions, their tops ablaze with flames.

Numerous monks and priests are making a pilgrimage toward the central altar where all the flames are burning, kneeling with each step.

He dreamed again, but this time, his thoughts and perceptions were clearer, as if he had actually come here.

Aaron looked toward the center of the flames, at the very front of the group, where a bald head, gleaming brightly, was being supported by a tall giant wearing what appeared to be a priest's robes resembling those of an ascetic.