Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

This is the moment!

Marum's movements will be delayed by a second, allowing Aldous to plunge the knife into Aaron's throat.

Time was slowed down, and the black-clad humanoid figure stretched out his hands and grabbed Tzeentch by the neck.

Unfortunately, mouths suddenly appeared all over this ever-changing master's body, bursting into loud laughter:

"For the sake of corrupt humanity, you really don't even have the courage to save your own son and stand up to become one of me!"

"Giggle, giggle, giggle!"

Strange, why does my chirping always start with "giggle giggle"? What strange change is causing this?

Anyway, Tzeentch, who was choked to a pulp, had already achieved his goal; he had done everything he could.

It wasn't that difficult to corrupt Magnus.

The real world is in a stable period on a time scale, which even gods cannot change.

Tzeentch ignored the merciless face formed by black lightning, and even tried to reach out to rouse its tightly closed eyes.

We need to see whether what's inside is primordial chaos or erosion and destruction.

Although no matter what it is, He can't beat it.

Boom!

Khune sounded the alarm, no, the situation was already irreversible.

Even if I lay down and let the Black King ravage me, I couldn't change what would happen in that one second.

The battle that followed shouldn't have excited Khorne at all; why was that bastard be beating his drum at this point?

Is there anything left that Khorne would personally beat the drums for?

Boom!

"stand up!"

With a second roar, Khorne even roared again, seemingly urging someone to stand up.

The Black King? Heh heh, that's my ultimate goal for transformation.

Thump! *kissing sounds*

Third tone!

"stand up!"

Khorne smashed the drumhead, which was covered with the scales and fur of some unknown beast, with his drumsticks!

The blood-red roar transformed into ripples, and the entire warp was stirred by Khorne's declaration, spreading forward and backward on the continuous waves bound by time.

Aaron opened his eyes; the knife had not been stabbed down.

Because the murderer hesitated.

"I want to peel off my skin to prove that I have received God's blessing!"

"If I kill him and damage his skin, won't I become a fraud in other people's eyes!"

In Aldous's only remaining open blue pupil, red ripples arrived.

Upon noticing this change, Jianqi was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried.

The second brother's "stand up" was never meant for the Black King.

The first sound was directed at the blacksmith, telling him to bring the corpse back to life and start chopping people.

However, the corpse had been climbing up from the basement for more than a second, so it couldn't change the situation at all.

So His three subsequent shouts of "Stand up!" were addressed to His own believers!

The fact that the fanatical Alders refused to commit the crime of "changing from skinning to killing" is a symbol of courage, as it shows that believers rebel against their own gods.

Good heavens, Khorne has started playing mind games!

Tzeentch was horrified, fearing that his territory would be invaded by Khorne.

After a moment, He breathed a sigh of relief; Khorne had only hoped to incite resistance.

Even the act of getting Aaron to stand up and rebel was actually aimed at Aaron.

It was just a coincidence that Aldous misunderstood and began to rebel against his orders.

Damn it! The believers I chose were corrupted before Christ!

How come the people I chose are all useless?

Magnus was like this, and so is this Aldous.

The believer's last thoughts came through:

He wanted to prove he wasn't lying, and even if God himself gave different instructions, he wanted to prove them before making any changes.

This was Aldous's obsession; he was a fanatical person to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have abandoned his secure job of several decades to join the sect.

The next moment, Marum's explosive bomb was launched, blasting Aldous's head and upper body into ashes.

Only some blood that hadn't evaporated remained on Aaron's face, turning into vertical stripes like tattoo decorations.

Bang!

"You vile sinners!"

"Accept the judgment of fire!"

Marum crashed through the wall and flew out, and blue power armor materialized around his body, transforming into Ultra Warrior Marum.

Then——

Boom!

He was too heavy; he smashed through the ground floor and fell into the basement.

At that moment, the blacksmith, who had just jumped down the stairs to the first floor, excitedly leaped up and clung to the shoulder of a believer in the wisdom of the skull, his small knife beginning to slit throats.

No, to be precise, he was trying to cut a person's head off alive with this small knife, no longer than the length of a palm.

It was a long and agonizing process, at least for the person whose head was severed.

At this point, the war between two gods and a strange creature pretending to be human has evolved into such a bizarre and comical scene.

As the target in danger, Aaron felt nothing except that the desk was a bit hard and not suitable for lying down.

"One, one!"

The blacksmith's hoarse voice came through. He had used a great deal of effort, even breaking the small knife in his hand, to finally tear off the head of a believer in the wisdom of the skull.

Then, starting from the throat, they pried it open, feeling for the sutures in the skull.

The first thing to do is to get rid of these brains that are just rambling on and on.

A head is a head; there's no need to fill your brain with random things.

See, it overturned, didn't it?

"There are seven more!"

The blacksmith roared excitedly. He was out of knives, but that didn't matter. He looked around and saw the knives on Aaron's body.

The blacksmith lunged forward, only to bump into Marum, who had activated his power backpack and was flying up. His body was slammed against the ceiling, and as he fell, Marum grabbed his neck and twisted it to the right.

"the second."

Marum was also counting, although the two of them didn't start counting from the same person.

"Aaron, grip the table tightly!"

He roared, and as he landed near the desk, he grabbed the tabletop, lifted it with one hand, and flung it out the window.

Aaron doesn't need to be present during the battle; he will wipe out all the current Chaos followers.

"Three! Four!"

He didn't even need to take out his chainsaw sword; he could just ram through it using his power backpack.

He's not Aaron; he doesn't have to worry about the risk of hitting someone and sending them to another time.

"Five! Six!"

Marum turned around, as if a god had descended to earth. Except for the initial accident when he fell into the basement, his toes did not touch the ground when he took off again.

"Seven! Eight!"

"No more?"

Marum crushed the last two Chaos cultists, deactivated his power armor, and reverted to the human form His Majesty had disguised for him.

Just then, the table that had been thrown out of the window landed and cushioned its impact. Aaron sprang to his feet from the table and then jumped to the ground before it collapsed, rolling away unharmed.

He shook his head, wiped the blood off his body. His skin was covered in construction dust from the broken wall, and his clothes were torn in many places.

Thankfully, I wasn't injured.

Aaron stretched his body in the sunlight and let out a long breath.

This spy work is really unbearable; I need to find an opportunity to resign as soon as possible.

Aaron turned around and found Marum, who was cleaning the bookshelves, putting the books that had been scattered on the floor back on the still intact shelves.

Ultramarines, Word Bearers, and Thousand Sons are among the Astartes who have a greater respect for knowledge and books.

In particular, Senko also enjoyed repairing libraries.

Of course, it's also possible that Marum has done too much housework and can't stand the messy environment around her.

As for those headless corpses, which were clearly more horrific, Astartes had seen far more horrific scenes and was no longer surprised by them.

Marum found a sword among the believers and placed it in the hand of the blacksmith's still relatively intact corpse.

That's good, we've found the murderer.

Anyway, aside from Aldous's obvious physical corruption, the blacksmith's body was also blessed by Chaos, making him a perfect scapegoat.

The main problem was that Aldous was killed by his own bullet, leaving no complete body.

“Marum, let’s go take a bath in the river, then buy some groceries and go home.”