Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum, who also possessed the divine cutting ability, thought this as he entered the gate and sighed:

"My lord, my actions would never be noticed by ordinary people. You even went so far as to use lightning to paralyze them and cover up my actions. I am truly moved!"

Anda tossed her hair, trying to remove the white color and return Ryan's power to her.

But some connections remained unbroken, and Merlin longed to see Aaron a few more times.

Even just one more glance would be appreciated.

"I'm just worried that if you, a dignified Astartes, were caught red-handed by mortals, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing, and it would also make me lose face?"

After saying this casually, Anda's eyes turned white as he looked at a certain point in the void and began to curse.

It seemed that something else was responding to him.

Marum and Aaron couldn't hear the responses; they could only watch Anda ranting and raving all by himself.

"Cough cough, you old man, get out of here! What are you looking at? This is my son!"

"What, he's your son too? Get out of here, he's not going to get to your side no matter what."

"Damn, you're going to make a move? Think it through. I can't guarantee who's behind that skin if you do.

"Alright, alright, just shave Guilliman's head too, he's still your son anyway. Okay, I'm hanging up now, don't call me unless it's important. You've had it too hard, I'm exhausted after working a day for you. Let me enjoy myself a bit, please!"

After reassuring her future self, Adachi felt refreshed and summoned the wind to blow through her long hair:

“Alright, Marum. Leave the stuff here, then go to the location I gave you and kill the organ demon's display carrier. Now it has no leverage against us. Aaron, go cook. Or if you're free, you can carve some more magazines.”

Chapter 153 The Targeted Retirement Applications of Wa Banxian and Xiao Pei (32K)

In 600 BC, a playwright was still compiling a forbidden work that would be included in the Black Library.

The protagonist of the story is currently tossing his long, black hair with smug satisfaction, no longer needing to use psionic energy to conceal his original red color.

Having gained and lost Ryan's power, and having nearly died twice in the past two days due to organ metabolism, he finally regained his own hair to cover the bald patches.

But clearly, Xiao Ma's forgetfulness was returned, burning in the gap between the two timelines.

This can be considered as fulfilling the promise that the future had made to Little Horse, to take him on a journey through the stars and to explore the mysteries of the universe.

Damn it, just thinking about Xiao Ma makes me angry. I wish I could call that bastard over and beat him a few more times.

If Aaron is to use Pony's true nature in the future, then he can teach this rebellious son a lesson.

"It feels so good, my own hair is the best. Aaron, let's cook. We'll have a good meal when Marum gets back."

Aaron had just arrived at his work area and was beginning to carve the magazine when he asked in confusion:

"Then I don't need to do this anymore? I'm just sitting here anyway, so I might as well make a few more magazines. Also, Father, you've been sleeping for a whole day and night, you need to move around a bit. You'll cook today."

Anda, however, wasn't opposed to it, and shrugged:

"That's fine, as long as you don't mind the dirt."

Aaron gripped the file tightly, his face dark, suppressing the urge to swear.

No, his ideas have become increasingly bizarre lately; he even had the idea of ​​stuffing the tools in his hand into his father's body and scratching them.

Just as they had seen the murals depicting the story of Uncle Poseidon in Prospero, since they were sworn brothers, they should share hardships together!

Anda wiped the tip of his nose somewhat awkwardly:

"Haha, just kidding. I'll do it myself. I'll go wash my hands first."

This silly son is so funny to tease; he's like a cat that can hiss.

Hehe, even my future self won't enjoy this kind of treatment.

It must be said that Anda's various skills are indeed exquisite. He has learned countless techniques in his long life, and there are even techniques that did not originate in this time.

He had lived a very peaceful life, and apart from having to fight Horus every now and then, he had no worries for more than a decade or so when he had Aaron.

I was just kidding. I don't worry about having a son, since he's always been raised freely.

It's outrageous! They just leave their sons unattended. How come Aaron grew up to be so sensible and capable, while the other rebellious sons are all causing more trouble than the last!

It must be Erda's and the subspace's fault; there's absolutely nothing wrong with his genes!

Never one to suffer mentally, Adachi cheerfully cleaned the kitchen tools, treating it as a chance to wash his hands, before starting to cut fish pieces.

He thought of Ryan, the lion in that forest, one big and two small.

Although this unfilial son is much more useful than Xiao Pei, he seems more mature than me now that he's old, and he actually wants to lecture me.

This is intolerable; we must find a way to turn Ryan back into that reckless, young, blond strongman.

He couldn't tolerate anyone in the family who was more mature than him.

During the cooking time, apart from hearing a violent explosion somewhere in the city and the clanging of chainsaws, there was basically no other noise.

He masked the sounds with thunder until Marum returned, his clothes emitting scorching black smoke.

"Sir, you've hit me with your sword."

As he spoke, he placed the organ demon's head he was holding on the ground.

Many egg tissues and animal organs are found, but human organs are rarely seen.

This thing completely failed to meet the performance standards. Even though it was aware that it was going to be captured, it temporarily changed the way organs were sacrificed, changing it from people dissecting themselves to having their organs removed if they were subjected to a strong shock.

They were still stopped by the despicable Black King!

Alas, who knew the Black King could absorb the essence of His sons?

Tzeentch shook his head, leaning against the edge of the Well of Eternity, pondering even more plans.

Wait, what if the Black King can devour the essence of their sons, and these essences are themselves a kind of existence in the subspace?

Does that mean the Black King can also devour the Four Ancient Ones?

No, we need to find an opportunity to test it and confirm whether it really works.

If such a terrible thing really happens, then we'll have to quickly stage another Horus rebellion to bring down the Black King.

Stop sitting on the toilet, just lie down and become a vegetable!

Tzeentch's gaze swept across countless times and spaces, finding what appeared to be something being fed by the Black King.

Currently, he is the best scapegoat, being above the original but below the fourth ancient one.

Vashtor.

This little fellow is competing with the Black King for vicious techniques, but clearly there are more followers of Omnisiah. In other words, the Black King started feeding a long time ago.

That makes things easier. We just need to see if the Black King can really devour Vashtor.

So it is, and so it is—hehehe!

The blue demon chicken let out a wise and joyful cry, which triggered wails from countless demons and mortals exploring the mysteries of the Lord of Change within the labyrinth built among the stars.

They were utterly horrified and submitted to the joy of usurping the throne.

Those challengers who try to solve mechanical puzzles feel as if their brains have turned into countless broken gears, and they don't know how they are thinking or operating.

Indeed, Tzeentch is also secretly encroaching on the realm of vicious arts.

Anyway, you, Vashtor, haven't even paid enough for a down payment to buy a house, but the house is already built, right next to my house.

I kindly went in to check on your house to see what was wrong! You should thank me!

Meanwhile, deep within the subspace, in a factory where molten metal flowed, crucibles and boilers hummed, and production lines exuded the smell of sulfur, Vashtor was forging the most exquisite power armor of his craft.

Its name is paradox.

A paradox is a creation that does not conform to current logical laws, yet it is indeed manifested.

Therefore, this power armor can counteract all logical damage in the material world, making it almost an excellent defense against fate.

Paradox is the perfect gift given to his Primarch (Vashtor himself), Peturabo!

Perturabo is leaving Theseus to lead the legion that Vashtor provided logistical support for him, in coordination with Abaddon to launch a raid on the forging world called Shera, located on the edge of the Great Rift.

The Empire's attempts to connect the Imperial Frontier with the Imperial Dark Side have never ceased, and this raid could severely cripple any operations supporting the Imperial Dark Side.

This was not a complete Black Expedition, but merely a military operation by Abaddon to expand his gains.

This was used to allow Peturabo, who had been resting for a long time, to warm up in preparation for the crucial "Black Cross Expedition" to come.

This decaying galaxy has already been torn open by Abaddon; now, all that's needed is a cross, and another one.

That way, we can nail the darkness that reigns over humanity to the cross!

Only I can bring liberation to humanity!

Of course, neither Vashtor nor the Four Gods had a clear attitude towards Abaddon's true intentions. After all, there weren't many people who were actually doing the work and could nominally command the Chaos Space Marines.

It serves as a partition in this cesspool, preventing the thick and thin parts from becoming a chaotic mess.

Wa Banxian just hoped that this little brat wouldn't suddenly start to slack off. He had invested a lot of resources to bring back a bunch of Iron Warriors and Chaos Space Marines who had never seen Primarch's abstraction to form Perturabo's army.

Otherwise, many of Peturabo's own sons would have run away.

Amidst the booming of bells, countless servants plunged into the molten metal, while demons roared upwards, attempting to claim a place atop the armor.

Meanwhile, more servants of Chaos began to kneel and pray, bestowing upon Paradox the most malevolent blessings of their remaining lives.

"Peturabo, Lord of Steel, become my agent!"

"What God desires, I also desire! From this day forward, you are the Primarch of Vicious Arts!"

Wa Banxian made arrogant remarks, and a red light adorned the paradox.

Khorne admired the courage of the half-immortal Vah who dared to defy the Black King, and thus invested some shares.

That's right, all you younger generation in the warp, you need to stand up straight and learn from your reckless senior, Varian! Well, for the Fourth Ancient One, it's naturally Varian.

Meanwhile, 30K, who was also researching the time paradox problem, still couldn't get his prototype running successfully.

He did indeed slow down the movement of matter at the center of the four rings, which slowed down time for the creatures within them.

However, it is still somewhat difficult to get all matter to start reversing its motion.

It's impossible to do this using only mechanical principles. It requires the incorporation of psionic energy—psionic energy—

This is one of the most basic operating principles of this world.