Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“I have a reason to explain Titan’s sudden disappearance, brother. Now you can do what you can.”

Aaron arrived before the Titan, looked up at the colossal creature, and for a moment, he was unable to describe what this enormous thing was.

He shook his head and said, "I have to go back first, and then I'll be back in a few minutes. I need to tell my father to prepare for hair loss."

He was speaking in a way that Guilliman couldn't quite understand.

Guilliman hesitated, "A few minutes? Not like before, with long intervals?"

Aaron nodded and said, "That's right, I'll be back in a few minutes. I tried it with Loga."

Guilliman thought to himself, "It's Loka again. It seems that among the brothers I've been in contact with, only Loka has undergone a near-transformation because of his brother's arrival."

That ability, which could even temporarily replace the father's power, was far too strong.

When will he have a mind like Luo Jia's, able to figure everything out and become incredibly powerful?

Chapter 124 The Bald Emperor (32K)

"Hair, wait, I remember now. According to the communication between Marum and Caul, the material carrier that was exchanged across time was actually Father's hair."

"Well, I thought it would be something weird."

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief; anything involving his father's divine side required vigilance.

What if it's a replacement of the father's humanity, the humanity they've always wanted to preserve—

That's bad.

However, Guilliman still glanced at Aaron's bald head, and a bold idea gradually formed in his mind.

If we consider the character of my father from over 40,000 years ago, he may have made some kind of deal, replacing the person who lost hair.

Or perhaps, this is the fundamental reason why a quarter of the brothers are bald.

Guilliman could only nod and lean to one side:

“I’ll stay here. You always fall down from above, brother. Please don’t fall outside the force field.”

Aaron responded, then walked a little further away with a hint of excitement and began to run and accelerate.

It rammed headfirst into the sole of someone's foot.

Then, with a loud bang, it exploded and dissipated.

A port on the Aegean Sea, 600 BC.

Aaron sat up in bed, thankfully not seeing the blue-haired uncle in his room.

The bluest color in the whole house is Marum.

"The master and his friend went out to buy tools. They're going to make an oxygen tank for you. They'll take you with them when they go out to sea."

Marum explained that no one was home during the day.

He has swept the yard five times and wiped the table ten times without getting tired of it.

But we still cannot tolerate any dust settling on it.

Aaron stretched and said helplessly:

“The Titan we need is ready. Now we need to go and inform my father. Otherwise, I’ll just bring it back. To outsiders, half of his hair looks like he’s lost, and I think he might have killed everyone there to silence them.”

Marum gave an awkward laugh; he'd already passed that awkward, immature phase—no, he'd never been that age.

“I’ll go look for it. I’ve explored the entire surrounding area these past few days.”

Marum went out, and not long after, Aaron heard his father and uncle arguing.

Although the uncle could never beat the father, their arguments were evenly matched as long as the father didn't make a move.

"I believe that giant's weakness is its limbs. Whatever kind of demon it is, it currently appears to be humanoid. As long as the connection between the torso and limbs is broken, even if they regrow, it will be unable to resist for at least the time being."

That was the voice of Uncle Poseidon, his tone malevolent, as if he had already planned to manipulate the Titans to sever the Titans' limbs.

Hopefully, he hasn't done such inhumane things to other small animals.

The father's voice, however, was much calmer:

"I still think we'll just go around to the back and cut the giant from the rear at the point where the warp and the real world connect, or we'll just fire some ammunition to blow it through."

"Why are you always so fixated on the limbs? They're not important."

“Imagine us attacking from behind, lifting the Titan high up, and then tearing it apart from the waist.”

"Damn it, I've lost some hair today. What did that kid Aaron do?"

The two had reached the doorway as they were talking. The father was holding a few strands of hair in his hand. Although they had fallen out naturally, they still made the old man somewhat anxious.

He worried that he would end up bald like Aaron.

Not to mention, he still has a lot to pay for the Titans to come.

The goal is to have only a specific area of ​​hair fall out, so that it can be explained as a special hairstyle.

He entered the room, saw that his son was awake, and casually tossed his things aside.

"We'll make you an oxygen tank, then we'll go into the sea to summon Titan, and Titan will send you back to shore."

"I did consider your desire to see big scenes at your age, but you don't need to participate in dangerous battles."

The storyline of the giant battle would be incomplete without someone carrying a human vehicle back to safety.

Anda thought to himself.

Aaron came forward and took the things:

“I was just about to say that, Father. Titan is ready, and I’m here to let you know in advance that we’re going to replace it. You’d better be prepared to lose your hair.”

Anda touched his hair and muttered to himself:

"So fast?" He was reluctant to part with every single hair on his head.

Even if you end up sitting in that cage in the future, with your face completely turned into a skull, your hair will still be there.

Aaron carefully examined his father's hair, and said with some envy:

Even if you lose a lot of hair this time, at least you still have hair.

When Poseidon is at home, her hair transforms back into her long, smooth, and dry blue hair, which she proudly displays.

“My good nephew, don’t envy your father. Your uncle will go find you some magic to make your hair grow back. My blue hair was specially cultivated by the woman known as the Sea God.”

Looking into his son's eager eyes, Anda resisted the urge to beat Poseidon.

What if, what if this bastard can find a way for Aaron to grow hair?

He took a deep breath and made the following arrangements:

“Go back to Guilliman now and bring back the small arms that were prepared for Marum. I need to use these as a medium to establish a connection with that Titan.”

Aaron nodded, then lay down on the table in the yard and fell asleep immediately.

He opened his eyes again and landed in front of Guilliman.

"Guilliman, how long has it been since I left?" Aaron asked quickly.

Guilliman answered accurately:

"Thirteen minutes, just right."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. That's good. It seems to be the same as the first time he frequently traveled through the same time period.

This kind of time travel will briefly anchor to the current time.

Aaron immediately began to explain what his father was going to do:

“Father needs a small weapon for Marum as a medium. Directly teleporting the Titan would be troublesome; we need something to connect them.”

Guilliman patted the servo skull beside him, and it flew away.

Before long, the weapon case was delivered.

Fits the average person's body shape.

Guilliman sighed, seemingly deliberately ignoring this point so that Aaron would remember that there were still unfinished matters on his side.

After all, he was never really worried that the old man would be in any danger before Christ.

"We can begin now. I'll take care of stabilizing the surroundings, so don't worry about making any noise."

Guilliman encouraged Aaron, who struggled to lift the weapons case and then rammed it into the weapon box.

When I landed again, I had already woken up in the courtyard.

Anda looked at the fallen hair in his hand and thought that perhaps the size of the replacement item would not affect the number of hairs that fell out.

No matter what it is, one serving might be just one piece.

He couldn't help but feel optimistic. He opened the weapons case, took out only a pistol that looked like it fired disc ammunition, and tossed the rest to Marum.

"The Imperial Guards made many markings; these weapons were made by them, and the quality is quite good."

Anda knew that the weapon was basically made by the Imperial Guard, who were loyal protectors who were acting without any real purpose.

They are actually quite strong individually, but there are always people who can just break through their defenses and come to them.

He held only the disc-shaped gun in his hand, and as he stretched out his hand, his hair simultaneously crackled with lightning, turning into a brilliant gold.

Like flowing flames and thunder.

"Machinery, come here!"

He gave the command, and the power in His hand transcended time, striking Aaron, who then fell asleep again.

In fact, Aaron himself is also one of the mediums.

More than 40,000 years later, Xingxing Port.

Guilliman's eyes grew increasingly wary as the Titan before him began to tremble, golden flames bursting forth and pouring down upon it.

From these cracks, one can faintly hear the sounds of gears turning and digital calculations ticking.

Countless child angels with mechanical wings spontaneously appeared, holding precious parts and machine oil in their hands, surrounding the light.

The obscure hymns were sung in a soaring tone, as if a golden road had emerged from Terra.