Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Almost all citizens of Holy Terra and the Martian Empire could look up and see the vast road.

They all knelt down to pray and recite sacred scriptures.

(You still say you're not a god!)

Recently, there have been numerous instances of His Majesty the Divine Emperor manifesting himself. Humanity is finally about to usher in the light and achieve a great victory!

This miracle roused all the ships docked in the starport to activity.

Not to mention the followers of the Cult of Machines, who have already rung any bells closest to them, but the sound of those bells is not even a fraction as loud as the radiance of this light.

But this is also a characteristic of believers' devout faith.

Now we can finally be sure that the Regent was not ambitiously deceiving them into producing a supermodel Titan, but rather it was the will of the human emperor, the great Omnisaya!

"Guilliman, hurry, open your mouth."

The father's urgent voice came through, far more unserious than that of the one on the throne.

There were also some other voices asking questions:

"Why are you making your son open his mouth? Wait, can he talk to the other nephews now? Hello, Guilliman, right? I'm Poseidon, your father's sworn brother! I'm his older brother!"

The father's voice turned irritating: "Get out of here, Marum, throw him outside. Cough cough, Guilliman, open your mouth, it's too late."

Guilliman's mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and suddenly, the golden light rushed in, poured into his mouth, and was released again from his five senses and seven orifices.

"I need to borrow your body for a moment; I can't be in two times at the same time."

Guilliman spoke Anda's voice, and the two sages of the Mechanicus in the distance were practically crawling over to pay homage.

They didn't hear what was said, but they saw the scene described in the imperial secrets: the God Emperor descending into the body of the Son of God!

"At the same time," 600 BC.

After the connection was established, Aaron opened his eyes and saw his father, who was in meditation.

The latter's hair was falling out, not in one regular place, but randomly all over his head.

That is, alopecia areata.

Oh no, this is so ugly! Now that I've turned into this, no one will ever want to look at me when I go out.

Even Aaron couldn't help but feel contempt for this ugliness.

He can accept either a receding hairline or bald patches.

This type of alopecia areata, where hair randomly selects a few areas to start falling out, looks extremely ugly.

Suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, Aaron suddenly had a thought: should he get his father a wig?

He looked around. Uncle Poseidon, who was about to be picked up by Marum, was nestled next to his father, who was in deep meditation, preparing to eavesdrop on the phone. His hair was quite nice.

Chapter 125 Demon Titan: Wait, what are you guys messing around for?! (5K)

"Damn it, let me talk to my nephew a little longer! I'm too lazy to even look for that bastard anymore. I don't have many more chances to see those cute kids!"

Poseidon roared in anger to vent his resentment, but Marum easily grabbed him by the waist and carried him away from behind.

The disc-shaped firing gun in front of Anda had been painted in gold and imbued with the power of the Emperor.

This is the device used to summon the Titans.

It's inspired by an anime I watched in the future where they summoned radishes to fight.

"Guilliman, thank you for your hard work."

Anda bid his final farewell to his son, and the golden road finally extended, covering the entire Titan.

"Wait, why is it so big? Didn't I say that thirty meters would be enough?"

"Which son of a bitch built a seventy-meter-long thing? I curse you! I curse your gears to always be a beat slower than yours!"

Anda wasn't quite ready for the father-son scene, and didn't see Guilliman wiping away tears and calling out "Dad."

Then I realized the root cause of my alopecia areata.

The roar and curse of God echoed across the heavens, taking effect for countless moments, but were ultimately stopped by another version of himself.

The whole of Mars did this.

If the curse takes effect, Mars' production capacity will decrease, and the Empire cannot afford any further losses.

Anda could only watch helplessly as a future stronger than himself erased the curse.

Damn it, your body isn't reacting right now, so you don't care how much hair you're losing.

I'm going to explode!

Anda desperately wanted to reverse the path to gold and go back to slap himself, but in the end he held back.

This damn sense of responsibility.

Never mind, let's just consider it a good deed for our son.

Anda left grumbling and cursing, casually casting a blessing on Guilliman.

Not as an emperor, but as Zeus or Jupiter.

Named after the thunder of the God-King, Guilliman's every attack comes with a certain amount of lightning paralysis.

This applies to both chaos and aliens.

(Don't get the wrong idea.)

When this silly son isn't possessed, he has almost no magical attack methods. Adding a small lightning enchantment is already considered a sign of the old father's love.

Therefore, Guilliman is now the Thunder Warrior Primarch in the real sense (crossed out).

Completely bewildered, he watched as his father seemed to have a split personality, sometimes acting erratically and sometimes with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

Finally, he greeted himself with a distorted smile, much like a mentally ill person.

Finally, the crazy old man was sent away, the Golden Road disappeared, and the giant Titan that had been docked in the starport vanished.

“What kind of person was my father in the past? It’s terrifying. Even Peturabo looks much better mentally than him.”

Guilliman stared blankly, unable to comprehend his father's mental state.

After all, not all consciousness can comprehend the form of God's existence.

Even the Four Gods don't quite understand the Emperor's current state.

It seems that the identities of human, emperor, and dark king coexist, with each influencing the others and even showing a clear difference in strength.

However, it cannot completely devour the other two identities and monopolize the unique one.

A port on the Aegean Sea, 600 BC.

Exhausted, Adachi finally opened his eyes, but stopped halfway through and closed them again.

"Aaron, get me a piece of cloth, quick!"

"Marum, clean up the hair on the floor!"

He shouted quickly, and only after a cloth was stuffed into his hand and Marum swept the hair off the ground did he dare to wrap his head up like he was wearing a hat.

Then he opened his eyes. He let out a long breath:

"Phew—as long as I can't see, hair loss isn't a problem at all."

Anda became smug, his spirits completely unaffected, and he quickly returned to his cheerful self.

He even showed off his new cloth hat, pretending to stroke his beard:

"I haven't been back to Mesopotamia for a long time. After the destruction of the Sumerian civilization, I don't know what kind of trouble they're causing there."

Aaron, however, was more focused on the key point and immediately asked:

"Father, where are the Titans? Without that behemoth, how are we going to deal with the awakened Titans? Uncle Poseidon said that without the Titans, you will be—"

Poseidon clung to the doorframe and roared:

"Stop, Aaron!"

You can't say those things!

Now that Marum wasn't stopping him from re-entering the yard, Poseidon rubbed his waist, which was still sore from being constricted.

"Nyos, where is the Titan? It can't be in one of those weird things you have, can it?"

The two looked at the disc launcher in Anda's hand, which allowed him to insert his hand into the trigger hole and rotate it.

Aaron couldn't help but worry, "Father, I suggest you explain things clearly. There's no need for this. Be careful not to go too far."

Anda beamed with a smile: "A misfire? How could that be—"

Click!

Boom!

A crisp impact rang out as the golden disc that burst from the launch port struck Anda in the forehead.

Thankfully, the cloth hat wasn't knocked off.

Despite the pain, Anda's first thought was to touch his hat and ponder the matter.

"Damn it, there was no insurance included."

Despite cursing, Anda picked up the metal disc and put it back, his expression returning to calm as he concealed his embarrassment.

"Ahem, the Titan is indeed inside the disc. You will naturally see the summoning method when the time comes, so there's no need to rush."

"Let's make an oxygen cylinder for Aaron first."

He changed the subject and began to organize his tools, including airbags made of three layers of animal and fish leather for protection.

A small hand-operated gas valve.

Because the density of compressed air inside the airbag is not high, the capacity of this air outlet valve does not need to be overly critical; it just needs to last for a few hours.

Poseidon didn't have any craftsmanship; he relied on other creatures. When he was in the sea, he didn't even need clothes.

Therefore, I can't be of much help.

He could only begin to torment the pitchforks he had bought earlier, applying his own power to transform them into magical weapons.