Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"You're wrong, listen to me."

The reason you blindly ignore the existence of the warp and demons in this world is because you yourself are capable of doing so.

But what about your sons? What about your sons' legions?

What about the countless ordinary people?

We must view chaos and reality from a higher perspective in order to transcend them.

Like——

Luo Jia stretched out his hand, looking at the golden flames burning on his arm. After comprehending this essence, he felt like a smaller version of his father.

Meanwhile, on a certain planet, during the Great Expedition.

Humanity's emperor walks through the ruins of this battlefield. Humanity has once again won, destroying the abominable aliens, reclaiming the planet, and liberating its fellow humans who had been enslaved.

But the emperor was not happy, or rather, he was worried about the more distant future.

“Macado, are we sure we’ve chosen a successor? I was already traveling with Magnus in the warp before I even found him.”

"But now, I think Loka is also a good option."

The emperor muttered to himself, with no one around him, not even the imperial guards.

Makado's voice transcended the limitations of infinite space, responding to his old friend:

"Seventeen's performance has exceeded our expectations; he even seems more rational than Thirteen. Perhaps we can give it a try. But then you'll have to reveal the truth you've been hiding to more of your sons."

The emperor pondered. Too many changes had occurred recently. After his sons were found, they were led by their respective legions to Horus to cooperate for two or three years, just like an assembly line, before being sent out to expand the territory of the human empire.

What should have been a source of worry for him, Luo Jia, was progressing incredibly smoothly.

Moreover, he displayed extremely powerful psionic talent and even became too close to Guilliman at one point.

Oh, Guilliman, that idiot.

The emperor frowned as he looked into the future. The closer he got to the sacrificial ceremony, the more his own memories would be cut off, leaving him with no predecessors and no successors.

Fate will lead him to the Soul of Vengeance.

There's not much he can do anymore. Now he only hopes that his future self after the "end and death," as well as his self from over 30,000 years ago, is ready.

“Think about it, Macado. Think it over carefully. Loga isn’t bad either. Magnus is the most suitable, but his personality is prone to impulsive actions. He might come up with a risky idea after a period of stress. It’s fine during stable periods, but I’m worried about accidents happening at crucial moments.”

“Let’s think about it again, Makado.”

The emperor responded wearily to his dearest friend.

More than 30,000 years ago.

"Let's think about it again, Marum. Is this all we can eat tonight?"

Anda stared resentfully at the weeds that could barely be called "vegetables" laid out in front of the tent, his lips twitching from time to time.

Today, the Pharaoh ordered a state of war and confiscated all the grain stored nearby.

If Adachi were home, he could distort her perception to stop her.

However, with the father at work and the foolish son sleeping soundly at home, all of Anda's family's good possessions were happily taken away by Pharaoh's servants.

The silly son looks like he's about to wake up. Sigh, how did I raise such a foolish and rebellious son?

All the food in the house has been taken away. Are we going to have to eat grass from now on?

Damn it, this food isn't even as good as what our donkey eats!

Only then did Aaron's shouts and the sound of other things falling to the ground come from inside the tent.

Several pieces of fruit rolled out of the tent, and Aaron lifted the curtain, revealing a bundle of fruit in his hands:

“Oh, Father, look, these are the fruits that Luo Jia gave us. I’ve never seen many of them before, but they all taste very good. They would be perfect for making wine.”

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? By the way, why are we eating all this dried-up grass tonight? Are we going to make soup?"

Anda's lips twitched, and he strode over, snatched a piece, and started gnawing on it.

"You brat, while you were sleeping soundly during the day, someone came in and took all our food!"

"I'll eat this tonight, you eat this!"

Anda pointed at the weeds and stormed into the tent.

"Hiss, it's a bit sour. Future genetic creations have made these fruits look almost identical to the original species, except for their appearance."

Will my son get a stomachache from eating this? I don't know, never mind.

"Go home from get off work and take a long nap!"

Anda was filled with the resentment of a working-class man after a long day, especially since he wasn't getting paid.

It doesn't matter; he'll be working for free for over ten thousand years to come.

Chapter 99: Adding Intensity to Xiao Pei's Life Goals (34K)

Marum is a pragmatic man. He thinks the grass is edible, and in fact, he could even eat his own tent alive.

Ultramarines never complain about their environment; they can accomplish a lot with the resources available.

He started a fire to cook, and Aaron picked up the fruit from the ground, washed it, found some suitable pieces, cut them into chunks, and threw them in.

The smell was strange, like they were making some kind of poisonous soup.

However, it tastes fine to drink.

After the two finished their "meal," they went into the tent.

Aaron looked at his father and said:

"I had Lorca deliver that necklace to Guilliman, so now there are two Guillimans. Also, Lorca helped Guilliman defeat Lorca."

"Wait, let me catch my breath. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I wonder if you can understand me, Father?"

Anda scratched his armpit and mumbled:

"Alright, alright, my mind is a complete mess right now. I can already see a wall in front of me. The battle with Horus is the day after tomorrow."

"So bad it makes it hard to even eat before a fight breaks out—"

"Ah, I have an idea!" Anda sat up, a cunning—no, a smile of human wisdom—on his face as he looked at his son:

“You, go to Olympia, that is, Peturabo. Bring back the food we need every day; the food there is similar to our time.”

"Don't even think about finding food in Guilliman's time. I've had enough of the smell from those chemical plant chimneys."

This time, at least Adachi didn't offer any truly groundbreaking insights, and his suggestions were quite feasible.

Aaron glanced uneasily at his father's hair:

"Father, can your hair still hold up?"

Anda was delighted to see his son's concern for him, and waved his hand, saying:

"It's no big deal. It's just hair. It will grow back when it falls out. And even if I had no hair, people would still love me."

Aaron shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, if you're losing a lot of hair now, will it affect how much hair my brothers will have after they're born?"

Anda crushed the fruit shell in his hand, his face turning ashen.

"Now, fall asleep right now! I want roast beef! Go to Olympia and bring me a whole roast beef!"

"Anyway, I am their god-king. This time, I don't want skin and bones; I want the flesh inside too!"

Lightning flashed in Anda's eyes, and his hair stood on end.

Several strands of hair were burned off by the lightning, but that's enough.

Aaron ignored his father's anger and rummaged through the little dolls he had made a few days ago.

Just consider it a trip to Xiao Pei's place to relax.

"I know, I know. Roasted whole cow. I wonder what the cows there look like? The horses over there in Chagatai are incredibly tall. I hope the beef from Olympia won't be too tough."

Aaron lay down on his bed. Sigh, with more and more brothers, he now has to spend his daytime sleeping too.

There's no time to allocate!

The thought that he had twenty-one younger brothers meant that he would spend all twenty-four hours of the day (according to Marum) in his sleep.

However, the thought that he had died too young and would never see his brother again after his death still roused Aaron to his spirits.

People shouldn't wait until they lose something to feel regret.

He sank into a dream and fell into the grass behind a temple.

Still face-first.

I got up and looked around; it seemed to be some kind of celebratory festival.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be another celebration ceremony for conquering a region.

My younger brother is amazing; he keeps winning big. It seems like people from all eras enjoy throwing parties after winning.

My younger brother doesn't look well; he almost never smiles.

Katherine, on the other hand, chatted happily with a group of noblewomen, including women from the conquered faction.

While her father and brother, as representatives of violence, crush everything, Katherine must also soothe these war-torn scenes with a gentler, more feminine image.

To prevent assassinations by those who have lost their country from time to time.

Thanks to Katherine's efforts, many hostile forces were defeated and brought into the ruling system.

There have been far fewer assassinations lately, so Peturabo doesn't have to be on guard every night when he goes to sleep.

People love to challenge the big shots, ignoring the real power holders, the tyrants, and instead trying to outdo each other.

so annoying.

This banquet is so boring; I have to go up and give a speech about the war later.

Xiao Pei scratched his head, trying to hide himself in the crowd, but he was too conspicuous, and people kept coming over to show him respect and fear.

Those people looked up, their eyes filled with either fear or greed; not one of them truly loved themselves.

Peturabo couldn't help but squeeze harder, almost unable to resist the urge to crush the large wine glass in his hand.