Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Then, watching as Angron unleashed a deafening roar, a fury from the infant's body powerful enough to overturn the entire continental shelf and cleave a planet in two.

Within this roar, echoes gradually began to mingle with those from within the warp—the roars of countless angry and sorrowful souls, superimposed on Angron's voice.

Angron possesses the ability to bring all emotions together.

"If only death can bring us peace, then let us go together."

A calm voice rang out, the life force of the infant Angron was fading, stirring the emotions of the slave warriors.

“Little Pei, last time, Dorn mentioned your bet with Guilliman. You have something called the Cyclone Torpedo, right?”

Aaron spoke, and he sensed the anger and compassion within Angron's boundless emotions.

Perturabo looked over and saw that the slave gladiators, who were fighting to a standstill with their warriors, also had similar instruments of torture on their heads.

Perhaps because the roar had an inexplicable effect, the enemy's movements slowed down, and their anger and resentment began to shift onto the domineering slave owners.

They will rebel; they have already rebelled in the future—

Little Pei grew anxious: "Wait, Aaron, Anglon is dying. I don't know what happened to him, but he's willing to use his own death to awaken the slaves—Loga, what happened! Even with such cruel instruments in their skulls."

Why should my brother die here?!

Xiao Pei was furious, and then she heard Luo Jia's voice, who was maintaining the operation of the four-ring system:

"On a timescale, the future Angron will lead the warriors of Nukelia in a rebellion against the rule of the slave owners. I think by then, Angron will already be prepared to die alongside his comrades."

"He made his own choice, even though he is just a baby now."

Lojia's voice was full of helplessness. No one could interfere with Angron's will. Finally, no one could do that anymore.

“Bring your warriors back. Nukelia will perish amidst the roar of Angron. We’ll launch a whirlwind torpedo and then harness the energy of this matter.”

"Your brother can take you to the past, more than 30,000 years ago. Only one person can be taken. Even if the quadruple ring is made again next time, it won't be able to be replicated. The subspace will block this channel. You need to think it over. If you really want to leave, I will help you, although Father might kill me after doing so."

Xiao Pei rudely interrupted, "You can take one person, right? Take Angron with you!"

He knelt down on one knee again, looking at his brother:

"Aaron, please take good care of him."

“Angron, please, for the last time, live on for your brothers. This is not a burden or a responsibility, but because we love you.”

He carefully embraced the roaring Angron, and the baby calmed down in the embrace of his two older brothers.

"Aaron, take him away."

Aaron hugged Angron and nodded emphatically:

"I sense Angron's future anger and pain, so let this planet be destroyed."

Peturabo stood up: "Understood."

Chapter 178 Dad, I brought back a child! (32K)

Perturabo once again entered the battlefield, his Primarch rampaging across the land, gathering his warriors.

A whirlwind torpedo was positioned in space above the front line of the Shera mission, aiming at the location of the quadruple rings.

The four-ringed passageway was raised to facilitate the smooth entry of the Cyclone torpedo.

Loka thought to himself, if something goes wrong, two Primarchs of the Empire will really die here.

Countless warning signals are being transmitted, and no one knows why the Primarch issued such an order. As a result, the information can no longer be transmitted to the Emperor and Horus in time through the Astro-Speakers.

Pass this on, and those who harbor dissenting opinions will rebel!

Fortunately, Luo Jia quickly adjusted the order, changing it from a launch to using the kinetic energy of the launch to transport the aircraft to the ground and slide it into the designated position.

The detonation is determined by the Primarch of the Iron Warriors.

Another rumor has surfaced: the Iron Warriors have rebelled too!

The Cyclone torpedo, which had not yet been detonated, was simply thrown into the four-ring structure.

Loka controlled the psionic energy to buffer the kinetic energy. Fortunately, psionic energy was powerful. This kinetic energy impact, which was almost like a space-based weapon, was able to reach Nukelia in that timeline smoothly and steadily under the support of the four rings and his own psionic energy.

“Brother, Perturabo, and the sleeping Angron, you need to get ready.”

Luo Jia closed his eyes, then opened them again, the golden light burning like a newborn star.

He had access to Aaron's power, and no matter how many times he went through it, he still felt that Aaron's abilities were unfathomable.

No, there isn't even a range that can be used to define it, because that simply doesn't exist.

Peturabo thrust his external cable into the Cyclone torpedo, quickly identified the internal propulsion system, rammed into the crowd, and then escaped back.

So that they wouldn't be unable to move it.

"Aaron, let's go!"

He reached out and scooped up his two brothers, rushing into the circular tunnel that Loka had manifested. The moment he entered, his two brothers slipped from his arms.

He could no longer travel to where Aaron was more than 30,000 years ago.

After the last Iron Warrior, Company Commander Midrod, returned to the circular tunnel, Peturabo detonated the Cyclone Torpedo.

The power sufficient to turn the entire planet into a death zone was utilized.

It nearly burst Luo Jia in an instant, but fortunately he maintained his connection with Aaron, and the power entered Aaron's domain without causing even a ripple.

Aaron began to feel sleepy; he needed to return.

But this time, he was actually holding someone from the future in his arms.

In fact, besides Poseidon, Adam was also one of the physical entities that Aaron sent to the future.

The person who was sent back was someone who had never been sent back before.

It seems that the time scale is entirely centered on Aaron, and can only move towards the future, but cannot return to the past.

But since the time scale is centered on me, going back to the past is not impossible!

This was the first time Aaron had ever soberly witnessed a time-space travel situation. The magnificent environment, completely different from the oppressive subspace, and the grand space that resembled a cosmic nebula or a pillar of creation, was revealed to him.

Immediately afterwards, his feet touched the water's surface, and holding the sleeping baby in his arms, he walked towards what was now for him.

Aaron opened his eyes, found his arms empty, and sat up abruptly.

Looking around hurriedly, I saw Angron sleeping at the foot of the bed, his face pressed against the wall, his whole body in an upside-down right angle position.

It is said that babies will fall asleep in a curled-up position, just like they do in the womb. Could it be that Angron is used to this position?

"Phew—that scared me to death. I thought I hadn't brought you back."

Aaron let out a sigh of relief, crawled over and picked up Angron, then rolled him over, pressing his little hands and legs down so he could rest his head on the pillow.

"Sigh, I don't know what hardships you will suffer in the future. How come you have to be tied up and suffer so much when you are still a baby?"

"Get some sleep first, and I'll take you to see your father when you wake up."

Aaron looked out the window; there was still some time before sunrise.

Marum was leaning against the doorway, watching everything unfold. The moment Angron appeared, he realized the change had occurred.

But he didn't ask any questions, nor did he directly kill the other party.

One reason is that they haven't figured out who this child really is yet; they only heard Aaron say that he is also the master's son.

Another reason is that he's afraid he won't be able to beat the kid.

After arriving at this timeline, Marum also learned about Greek mythology.

Most of Zeus's sons were unremarkable in their childhood, but gradually revealed their divine abilities as they grew up.

However, some sons develop tremendous strength even in infancy, enough to crush a giant snake.

If a mighty warrior like him couldn't beat an infant, it would be too embarrassing to admit it.

"Aaron, who is this prince?"

Marum asked cautiously, worried about being abrupt or offensive.

Aaron was still trying to correct Angron's strange sleeping posture when he casually remarked:

“Angron, we, along with Peturabo and Loga, rescued him from Nukelia.”

Marum's eyes widened in fury, and he nearly burst out of his armor to activate his chainsaw and charge forward.

They wanted to chop the baby into pieces.

Aaron and two other Primarchs saved another Primarch!

God Emperor, why did you have to let him hear this description!

"Oh, right, go prepare some goat milk, cow milk or something, preferably heated up, although I know Primarchs are hard to stomach."

Aaron casually gave the order, already starting to think about how to take care of the child.

I also need to get a new set of clothes.

I looked at my scalp, and hmm, I have some stubble, so I don't have to worry about being bald. That's great!

The dents from the nails still lingered on my scalp; those nails were really weird.

Even disregarding the original body's recovery speed, these minor wounds would have stopped bleeding by now on a normal person.

Aaron was quite helpless. He had to find a clean cloth, scald it with boiling water, and let it dry before wiping the wound.

He mustn't follow Little Peturabo's example and shave his head and then stick cables on it. Even now, Aaron still harbors some resentment towards Peturabo for shaving off his nice head of hair.

I should have talked to my father first. Magnus is quite particular about his appearance, so we shouldn't touch the pony's hair.

If Xiao Pei doesn't want hair, you can change Xiao Pei's black hair back to her original color.

It perfectly covered both the father and son, and there was no need to worry about re-covering the colors with psionic energy later.

Understanding the difference between information asymmetry and one's subjective sense of value is enough to make a person rich.

Aaron didn't have time to delve into any philosophical thoughts. He was busy washing Angron's body, finding strips of cloth to tie his hands and feet, and putting him to sleep in a normal position.

While Marum was boiling water and cutting fabric, he even had time to make breakfast porridge.

Even the fifth brother was called up and met with Anglong to acknowledge their kinship.

Now, all that's left in the house is that old man, lying peacefully in bed, never leaving the house, soundly asleep with a silly grin on his face.