Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

You felt your father's presence, and from Anriwen you felt your chariot being plundered.

From the two priests disguised in Lavist, you sense the alteration of your father's perceptions by his power.

You are overjoyed, realizing that your father has always been by your side.

The fateful battle between you awaits.

Although the outcome is already predetermined, you should try to cause as much harm as possible to your father.

You need to prove your feelings for your father.

You heard the scholar's footsteps, you heard me say:

"Your father has a son, a son he loves very much."

Click!

The Pharaoh crushed the cup in his hand, his hands covered in blood.

Meanwhile, the Pharaoh's team of artisans.

"Aaron, you need to urge that bastard Peturabo to come up with a solution to the catapult by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Otherwise, the day after tomorrow, you'll see my future self and one of your future brothers having a passionate brawl, killing everyone around us."

Anda was drinking with one hand and slapping his thigh with the other, urging his son on.

Judging from his unhurried expression, it seems that this matter will not have a significant impact.

He probably just wanted to put some pressure on his son, to let this silly son understand what it means to be driven by performance when you enter society.

In the future, he will give his sons more performance evaluations, hoping they can handle it psychologically.

Aaron could only say he would try his best, wishing he could keep his head on the pillow all day long.

Insomnia can be a really bothersome problem sometimes.

“You don’t have to wait for me to get a solution before you go and steal the necklace. Maybe by the time you get the necklace back, I will be able to reach Peturabo’s timeline smoothly.”

Aaron urged his father and Marum to prepare for their first act of thievery.

Although I felt that my father must have been a thief many times before, it was still a bit novel to see him openly plotting to steal in front of his son for the first time.

Marum, who had just finished cleaning his donkey that day, came in carrying buckets of various sizes and wiped the water off himself.

The fleas or anything else in the fifth brother's skin cannot damage Astartes' defenses.

So much so that after Marum used the cloth he used to wipe the fifth son's fur, no strange infectious disease problems ever occurred.

Therefore, there was no mysterious virus in ancient Terra, or perhaps future humans had already used a lot of technology and ruthless methods to become immune to many ancient diseases.

So much so that demons are needed to corrupt.

Oh, so the Eldar having too much fun in the real world might have led to the birth of Slaanesh. That's probably the same logic.

But who knows the truth behind these issues? Nobody cares; everyone just loves killing.

Marum corrected Aaron:

“Aaron, you need to watch your words. This isn’t theft. Ultramarines never steal.” Marum subconsciously used his Ultramarines identity, rather than representing the entirety of Astartes.

He continued, "The Master is merely retrieving his friend's necklace. Furthermore, according to some future laws, the Master possesses ownership of the entire Galactic Empire and even human civilization. Although this legal provision has never been officially promulgated, everyone believes it to be so."

Marum put down his tools and, like a good family man, began tidying up the tent again, saying:

"Just as people regard life as the master's currency, all of this originally belonged to the master."

Aaron lay on the prepared floor with a disdainful expression, unwilling to get up.

"Forget it, in your eyes this old man will always be perfect, shining brightly. Marum, remember to check for me after you get the necklace how many catapults they actually made?"

The Pharaoh placed all the artisans, logistics personnel, and other departments outside the city of Lavist, and stationed the soldiers inside the city.

The catapults were on the other side of Lavist, as if deliberately kept out of the sight of these craftsmen.

This is really strange. The Pharaoh brought these craftsmen with him, who should have been there to maintain these machines.

Anda stretched and stood up, looking at his simple-minded son's puzzled expression, feeling quite pleased:

“These artisans have signed a pact in the eyes of the demons, so Nurgle’s power can descend over that thick barrier. But with the help of my spittle, those effects have dissipated.”

Aaron said coldly:

"Can we not use the word 'spit'? I understand that these craftsmen were actually preparing for the plague, but you keep talking about spit, spit, spit, I really wonder if you have some kind of fetish."

After warming up, Adachi changed into black clothes to prepare for tonight's theft.

“I’m already lucky I didn’t have to resort to feeding mouth-to-mouth to those who are dying. Aaron, at least you have some hope for your father. Otherwise, it would be difficult if Erda asked you why your mind is filled with these kinds of things.”

Aaron was so eager to sew his father's mouth shut.

He swore he had no concept of his father feeding him mouth-to-mouth; he thought it was his father spitting on the ground.

Aaron never expected his father's associative abilities to be so terrifying, reaching the very limits of Aaron's imagination in one go.

"Hahaha! I'm not kidding you anymore. You'd better keep a close watch on our family's belongings tonight."

Anda changed his clothes, turned his face to the side, his gaze becoming serious, and looked towards the city center:

"We set off as soon as the sun went down."

The Emperor's good butler, Marum, was as skilled as a housekeeper, and said meekly:

"As you command, sir."

Those hands that once pulled the trigger and tore apart countless demons are now gently folding clothes and packing packages.

As night fell, Aaron watched his father, who had gone to steal, and Marum leave, wishing them good luck.

He was feeling a bit sleepy again and wondered if he could reach Peturabo tonight and ask for a solution to the catapult puzzle.

At this moment, they had just slipped into Lavist and were looking at the familiar scene outside the arena.

A deep and unending sorrow welled up within Anda, and he said mournfully:

"Why do they still keep that disgusting priest Dalette's tent?"

The place that his son sold off remains intact, including the tents.

Fortunately, Marum remained unmoved, instead focusing on the intelligence he had gathered beforehand:

"The Pharaoh doesn't seem to realize that Dalette and Erst's identities have been changed. The Pharaoh's personal accessories are managed by special servants and guarded by guards."

"Sir, according to Terra's time, they will change shifts around 1 a.m.

The future human emperors and Astartes, facing a pre-Christian civilization, actually had to consider the timing of the enemy's troop rotations when they attempted to steal from them.

If this scenario were to circulate tens of thousands of years later through Marum's "Daily Life of the Emperors," some Astartes would likely rub their hands together in excitement.

He shouted, "Your Majesty, take me with you! I'm a professional!"

The two waited patiently until the change of shift, then slipped inside and found the room where the Pharaoh's treasures were kept.

The Pharaoh would change his ornaments from time to time, and many treasures might remain in Sais.

However, many were packed directly into boxes and followed the Pharaoh's movements, with dedicated caretakers.

Looking at the neatly arranged boxes, Marum suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration and asked:

"My lord, what if the Pharaoh didn't take that necklace out of Saith?"

Just as Anda was gazing with great interest at the designs of these ornaments, feeling the cultural development over the past few centuries, he turned his head away in a daze:

"Ah? What did you say?"

"Damn it, I forgot to confirm that! Marum, why didn't you ask this beforehand! Can you even run straight back to Saith tonight?!"

Anda never thinks he has a problem; it must be because the butler didn't anticipate various situations in advance!

Marum had no choice but to remain silent.

It wasn't until he saw some papyrus that he asked in confusion:

“My lord, it seems they have kept a log of the Pharaoh changing his ornaments, which looks like an early form of table.”

Anda frowned, leaned closer to take a look, and then breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thank goodness, the necklace is here. There's just one small problem."

He pointed to the symbol of the Eye of Horus, and the thoughtful Marum said the next sentence:

"The necklace will be on Pharaoh's neck tonight."

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Anda put the papers back in their place, and Marum respectfully asked:

"According to the replacement cycle in the document, the necklace will be replaced in the afternoon. We can come back then."

Anda's face grew increasingly grim; his expression darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"No, we have to sneak out tonight. We were so confident in front of Aaron when we came out, but we came back empty-handed tonight. That kid is definitely waiting for another chance to make fun of me."

Marum asked doubtfully, "Sir, Aaron isn't that kind of child. Perhaps you're just overthinking things."

Anda became furious:

"Damn it, who did you swear allegiance to? Get this straight, I'm not dead yet, and it's not time for power to fall into other hands!"

Marum covered his face, not daring to look at the mad king.

Your Majesty's memory has probably become distorted again from some point in time, and your thinking has been very sensitive lately.

After Anda's madness subsided, the exhausted man plopped down on the Pharaoh's treasure chest and angrily said:

"That battle won't start now, and those Chaos scum won't let Horus go to war with me before he's ready. Anyway, I've stolen a lot from them, so finding a necklace is nothing."

"It's like my neighbor's door is wide open, and I just go in for a look."

Marum could not defy His Majesty's wishes, even though he was Guilliman's son, and Guilliman was His Majesty's son.