Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron grew increasingly terrified and leaned back.

"Father, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Anda lowered his hand and said dryly:

"I'm looking for my future self to choose a suitable wife for you. Don't think of this as an arranged marriage; it's also a way to maintain humanity. You see, once my cold future self starts thinking about what qualities my daughter-in-law should have, doesn't that sound like a real person?"

Aaron's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stood up, loudly refusing:

"No, I refuse! I want to choose my own future partner!"

Anda rubbed his hands together, like an awkward old father facing his eldest son who had grown up and become independent, and sighed:

"You can choose for yourself, just make sure you choose before your mother finds us next year. Otherwise, I'll have to grab someone to appease her and keep her from getting too angry."

Aaron was about to firmly refuse and state his position.

But the father brought out his ultimate weapon;

"If I reconcile with your mother, the chances of your brothers being born will be much higher, won't they?"

Aaron froze on the spot, his mouth opening and closing, unable to say a word for a moment.

Anda took a deep breath and shook his head.

"Look, even if it's just acting, at least it's for the sake of your brothers' birth."

Aaron was already dejected, and he slumped back onto the stool, his body weak.

Anda encouraged him, "Don't worry, they can pull out a list of hundreds of millions of people. Just treat it as a theatrical performance. If you like each other, that's great. If you don't, it doesn't matter. I'm not the kind of father who likes to force his son to do things my way."

Sometime more than 30,000 years from now, on Mars.

“I’m not a father who likes to force his son to do things my way, but Seventeen’s recent behavior has exceeded both of our expectations, Macado.”

The Emperor sat on a simple, reddish-brown rock, one of the few areas on Mars that still retains its natural landscape.

The reason is simple: this place was once a battlefield, and the effects of that war were so long ago that many mechanical creations could not be built here.

“Loga’s progress is normal. Perhaps you’re overthinking it. He hasn’t done anything like conquering a planet, building religious wonders, spreading faith, and then leaving.”

Makado was also puzzled, but the fact that Loga's progress was not delayed meant that they were able to finish the work before the project deadline.

A job that can bring humanity back to a prosperous era.

"Perhaps it's because he hasn't left Horus yet. If Logar leads the Word Bearers on an expedition alone, you'll have to personally oversee the progress."

The emperor used his psionic energy to remove his golden armor, revealing a tired man with dark skin, disheveled hair that hadn't been styled in a long time, and wearing only a simple robe, who lay directly on the ground.

“Macado, my memories of the past and future are a bit confused. I used to only worry about losing you. But recently, there’s another figure—that has been lingering in my heart.”

"Why did I not punish Erda, but instead banish her to Terra?"

"Am I waiting for him to appear? But I know for sure that he has been dead for 30,000 years."

"I can't even remember what he looked like. I've changed countless names and identities, even this one—"

Makado read the name aloud: "Aaron Wells, you mentioned him once in your sleep. That was the only time you ever talked in your sleep."

The emperor fell into a deep silence and remained silent for a long time.

He seemed to have reverted to being that ordinary craftsman from Asia Minor, his gaze neither profound nor possessing any transcendent quality.

He just stared blankly at the sky.

“I know, Macado, you always understand me so well. I will never forget that name. Macado, there’s too much to do, we have no time to rest.”

Anda got up and hid himself again under the emperor's golden armor.

Perhaps in the future, he will never have the chance to take off his armor and transform from an emperor back into an Anda.

Macado watched the Emperor depart, ascending to the Emperor's dream.

He, on the other hand, had to stay here to wait for Horus, and for the Glory Queens prepared for the Primarch's Legion, and undergo many procedures.

As the Primarch who is about to be appointed Warmaster, Macardo needs to warn Horus about some things he must know.

Several days later, Macardo, in place of the Emperor, summoned Horus and Loka to the Martian palace.

It will take some time before Luo Jia can lead the Whisperers on his own. Clearly, the two brothers have a very good relationship and have been living and eating together for some time now.

"We offer our respects to you, Macado. Where is our father?"

Horus bowed slightly to express his respect for his father, his dear friend.

Macardo simply observed Loja, trying to discern the thought process of this Primarch from Colchis.

He wore no religious clothing or ornaments, so why was his legion called the Word Bearers?

Makado finally spoke:

"By His Majesty's decree, three months from now, the Word Bearers will officially break away from the Shadowmoon Wolves' command system and embark on an independent expedition as a legion."

“If you don’t mind, Locke, Guilliman’s Ultramarines will provide you with some flank support.”

Luo Jia's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded in agreement.

“I will obey my father’s orders. However, it would be even better if the Imperial Fist could provide some assistance. The Word Bearers’ battle requires the maintenance of many battle fortresses. We are not good at frontal assaults, but if we cooperate with Dorn, our positions will be impenetrable.”

Makado frowned. "You'd better not be thinking of getting Imperial Fist to help you build the church."

He opened his mouth and said:

"His Majesty has appointed Guilliman. As you all know, Ultramarines are adaptable to almost any combat situation. We haven't encountered any emergency requiring defensive operations yet. Loga, don't go against your father's wishes."

Luo Jia shrugged helplessly: "I understand."

He looked at Horus, and both of them looked disappointed.

Guilliman? Guilliman had already soaked in the hot springs and eaten grilled fish with them!

Chagatai will be seen soon.

We just can't get in touch with Dorn.

Chapter 79 Peturabo, My Brother Has a Sister? (3K)

In 600 BC, Junu.

When the fifth brother was carried back by Marum, he did not suffer any terrible puncture damage.

It was just drunk and was surrounded by a group of people who were making it drink more.

With so many people getting drunk lately, Marum doesn't even have to worry about affecting the city's appearance when he carries his fifth son on his back on the street.

After all, there was already a gunman chasing a bull in public.

Marum put down the fifth donkey, carefully wiped the drunken donkey, and turned back to warn it:

“My lord, Aaron, I believe it is safest to stay at home until we set off with Pharaoh. Drunk people lose their minds, and even without demons to tempt them into depravity, they will still commit many vile acts!”

Aaron also came over to clean, which was at least better than sitting in front of his father who suddenly started to care about his son's life.

My father was somewhat anthropomorphic for a while, but now that he's become so human-like, it's starting to be a bit frightening!

Anda, unusually, agreed to Marum's suggestion instead of insisting on going out to indulge in vocal music:

"As you said, Marum. Things have been quiet these past few days. Now that my future self has tasted the benefits, he wants to drag me away every day. I don't even know if that consciousness is me or some other weird thing."

"I need to get some sleep for a few days too. I've never seen anyone try to drag their past self into working overtime. He's a real jerk!"

Marum seemed thoughtful and said:

"Sir, do you mean you can already alleviate your future suffering?"

Adachi yawned and walked into the house:

"Yeah, but I'm not going to! Damn it, I've never seen anyone take out a loan to work. I'm going to beat that bastard to a pulp!"

Marum felt disappointed. After all, no one likes going to work, and even less so the terrible punishment of being dragged into a future job before it's even time to start work.

However, if His Majesty and the Master were to fight each other, whose side should he support?

Forget it, let's not think about this anymore. The national education system will probably be in an uproar over this issue.

The Astartes were quite pragmatic; they simply ignored any issues not mentioned in the scriptures.

In the last three days before Pharaoh's departure, the father and son did nothing but eat and sleep, with Marum taking care of the household entirely.

Of course, it's impossible for the fifth brother to be released.

People who have been drinking for three or four days may still only be thinking about feeding alcohol to donkeys, but by the fifth or sixth day, the risks become very high.

On the last night before his departure, Aaron felt that long-lost sleepiness again. He left the tableware with his father and drifted off to sleep on the recliner.

Which younger brother will I meet this time?

Aaron opened his eyes and found himself on the edge of a river, the rushing water splashing against the rocks on the bank and wetting his face.

Aaron quickly stood up and looked around. Following the direction the river was heading, there was a village.

What surprised Aaron the most was the colonnaded, wide-roofed temple built on the cliff behind the village.

It was exactly like the temple in Athens!

Could it be that this time, the dream didn't take me to one of my younger brothers, but instead took me to my mother's side?

Aaron quickly started running and rushed towards the village.

If I could truly reach my mother through dreams, that would be a good thing.

At least it can beautify the father's image as much as possible, and tell the mother that he has grown up healthily over the years.

After all, he had to maintain his parents' relationship in order to prepare for the birth of his younger brothers.

He ran along the riverbank, and the climate, the scenery, and the decorations of the people he saw were exactly the same as his childhood memories of Athens!

He came home!

However, the moment he burst out of the forest, Aaron stopped and finally saw the entire view of the sky above the cliff.

It wasn't a single, unbroken expanse of blue sky, but rather a swirling void of purplish-black color, flashing with white lightning.

It looked like an eyeball that had been stabbed and then disturbed.

"What the hell is this? It's ugly."