Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

With the cooperation of the Imperial Guard and the State Church, no one would realize that this was a Primarch from the past, let alone point to Aaron's location.

Perturabo keenly sensed the inappropriateness in Guilliman's words and suppressed his voice:

"What do you mean by attacking me? What did my future self do?"

Guilliman was stunned and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Guided by Aaron, Loka was able to immediately realize the problem and then cut it off at lightning speed.

However, based on his understanding of Peturab, he figured that if he told Peturab the whole story of the Great Rebellion, the guy would either rebel again on the spot.

Or they might as well just bang their heads against a wall.

"I'm sorry, my brother, you've made a big mistake, but it wasn't the person standing in front of me who did it. So I'm still willing to call you brother."

Guilliman had no choice but to change the subject and tell the truth, but try not to provoke Peturabo too much.

"Let our brother wake up, lest he wake up to find the two of us fighting here."

The Guards behind Guilliman, and Folber coldly observed these so-called "brotherly bonds," he didn't believe there could be any brotherhood among the Primarchs.

Had Guilliman not convinced himself with another reason, Forbel would have challenged the Primarch, who was only wearing a red cloak, the moment they observed Peturabo's appearance.

I think we can win.

When Aaron was mentioned, Peturabo finally relented, putting Aaron first and calling for his brother to wake up.

When Aaron woke up from his frozen state, he saw his two younger brothers standing beside him, looking at him with concern.

Peturabo thought to himself that his brother would disappear after suffering a great shock and go to another world.

However, if it suffers damage such as being frozen, it will remain in its original position.

If I could find a giant block of ice to freeze my brother, would I be able to keep Aaron by my side forever?

He felt a little guilty about such thoughts, after all, he had four or five brothers to consider.

Forget it, it's not like I have to stay with my brother. He has a lot of things to do.

It's enough that Aaron comes to see me when he has time.

"You're awake, brother. Although I'm curious why you came to see me, I can't receive you openly. Please forgive me."

Guilliman's tired expression eased slightly as he sat down on the spot. His armor was so magnificent yet remained close to his body, not hindering his movements.

These skills amazed Peturabo.

He followed up, saying, "This is Guilliman, one of our brothers? You said he's very busy and asked us to help him out. I really don't understand, if we're brothers, how can we feel busy dealing with mortal affairs?"

Perturabo mocked Guilliman, a cold smile playing on his lips, as if he were showing off to Aaron:

"If it were up to me, I would definitely do a better job than him."

Aaron couldn't help but find it both funny and exasperating that Peturabo was jealous of Guilliman.

He moved around to warm himself up before comforting her:

“Guilliman is a little busier than we imagined. Little Pei, you shouldn’t be too confident. We need to be humble and work together.”

Little Pei and Guilliman sat facing each other, with Little Pei's posture being more relaxed.

This way, when the two of them stand up to talk, Aaron won't have to keep tilting his head back and forth, which isn't good for his brother's neck.

Little Pei scoffed, "Then let's talk about how I can help him. Just say the word, Guilliman, I can do anything!"

This was the first time Guilliman had ever seen Perturabo so proactive in asking questions of others. In his past memories, there were many occasions when the Primarchs should have been present, but he had never seen his brother.

Brother, what have you done? Loga is like this, and so is Peturabo.

Can you really keep the promises you made before?

Love all your brothers and avoid their mistakes.

Guilliman sighed deeply, then suddenly an idea struck him. From the countless schedules running through his mind, he found a project:

"Kauer once proposed a weapon project that had no actual damage capability, but could dismantle the opponent's weapon structure, rendering its physical structure ineffective."

"Just like there's a tank called Leman Russ, if you can perfect these technical details, this weapon will be named the Peturab Destructor."

He began to consider his brother's psychological state, trying to extract greater value from the brother who had not betrayed him.

This has nothing to do with so-called brotherly affection; it's just to delay this empire from falling into the abyss by even a second.

The enemies are getting stranger and stranger: space necromancers, the Dark Mechanicus, and the Greenskins' completely irrational technological weapons.

Many specialized combat teams require a weapon that can disrupt the structure of enemy weapons; normal EMP or psionic bursts are no longer effective.

Only the purest form of matter destruction can deal with these enemies.

They lack such means.

Of course, it might be a bit more difficult to assemble the Greenskins, since their weapons are likely already in a state of compromised construction after assembly.

However, the technologies of the Necromancers and the Dark Mechanicus can both give the Empire an advantage in battle through pure material destruction.

Guilliman retrieved the project information that Caul had mentioned. Many of the project ideas originated from Caul's research over 10,000 years ago of numerous legion documents lost due to the Great Rebellion.

Guilliman laid the documents on the ground, observed Peturabo's expression, and tentatively asked:

"Do you need me to explain some basic mechanics formulas and structural strength standards to you? There's so much data, you might need some basic data calibration to save a lot of calculation time."

Perturabo was engrossed in what he was watching. These things weren't difficult to understand, but many of them were unknown theorems. His brain could calculate them, but it would take a little more time.

After all, he was bridging tens of thousands of years of academic progress in human civilization, something even the Primarch couldn't understand with just a glance.

Unless there has been no progress in the last tens of thousands of years, and in fact, there has been regression.

Chapter 108 The Imperial Guard: Can't get along with the Primarchs, gotta run away (34k)

"No need, I already have a preliminary solution. Give me paper and pen."

Peturabo said confidently, reaching out his hand to ask for it.

Guilliman even felt somewhat gratified.

That's more like it, my good brother, just tell me what you want.

But over 10,000 years ago, you didn't say a word. Even when others came to you, you wouldn't open the door.

Then they complained that we weren't more patient, saying that if we begged them more, they would have opened the door to us.

Guilliman couldn't help but chuckle as he prepared paper and pen that the Primarch could use.

"Please forgive me, I'm not mocking you, my brother, I've just never heard you talk like that before."

Guilliman had to quickly explain his actions, lest his younger brother, who had not yet been fully reformed, become upset because of his behavior.

Peturabo looked arrogant:

"Why should I care if you're mocking me? I seriously doubt why your brain can't even understand these simple technological constructs."

He began to refine the data in these technical documents, even modifying parts that Caul himself had already determined without mercy.

For a time, these exquisite drawings and documents were filled with sentences and formulas written in classical Greek letters. It must be said that these fonts were quite beautiful.

Even Aaron, who couldn't understand the technical principles behind these techniques, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

“The strokes of these letters are so perfect, almost exactly like my mother’s handwriting. When my father was carving clay tablets, he would make them exactly like my mother’s handwriting.”

The word "mother" was still somewhat unfamiliar to Xiao Pei; he had only occasionally seen the gazes of mothers holding their children.

Without any extra emotion involved.

Even Katherine has her father, and she has responsibilities to face; she can't put all the love on herself.

Xiao Pei hesitated for a moment, then finally asked:

"What kind of person is my mother?"

Guilliman was getting impatient; he felt the topic was dangerous.

Based on his own knowledge of the secret history, as well as the Primarch secrets that Caul investigated back then, both pointed to a rather abnormal conclusion.

He stopped him, saying, "My brother mentioned that our parents are currently separated. My brother, you will meet her one day."

Before meeting someone, don't have any preconceived notions; just confirm what you actually see.

Peturabo didn't even look up, his face cold as he continued drawing:

"Enough, I hate you, Guilliman. Why do you talk so effeminately, like a woman?"

"Give me some time to think alone, Aaron. Go keep Guilliman company. I'll call you when I'm better."

Xiao Pei felt confident that she could overcome the technical challenges by staying here alone.

It seems that among his brothers, only Aaron is somewhat acceptable to him; Guilliman's tone when he speaks is simply unbearable.

Aaron thoughtfully left a few extra dried fruits before pulling on the edge of Guilliman's armor and saying:

"Let him wait by himself for a while. I actually came here specifically to see you."

Guilliman sighed, a helpless smile on his face, and carefully stood up to avoid bumping into his brother.

But in Peturabo's eyes, that smile was like a victor's declaration.

Look, my brother is mine now.

Damn it! Does it mean that if I act like I'm busy and need my brother's help, Aaron will spend more time on me?

Damn Guilliman, you just wait and see. I'm going to solve all the problems and make sure you have no responsibility for anything.

And after taking on these jobs, I have to loudly tell my brother, "I need help!"

This way, Aaron will dedicate more energy to helping himself!

I really am the most talented among my brothers!

Why would that god-king father entrust an entire empire to this lifeless Guilliman?

Unaware of the transformation in Xiao Pei's mind, the two arrived at the other end of the passage under Fobel's watchful gaze, without completely leaving the space.

Aaron took out the remaining dried fruit and a bottle of Olympia fruit wine from his bag.

I just grabbed this from the table next to Peturabo.

"By the way, Guilliman, Loka gave you a necklace ten thousand years ago. If you can't find it, I'll go back to Loka and get it back for you in this timeline."