Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Actually, I can't use it now, but I just happened to see it. My future self is beating up Perturabo. That troublesome brat trespassed into the palace, so we have to teach him a lesson. Aaron, you know that many kings are wary of their princes who don't follow the rules, right? I feel that's the reason."

It took Aaron some time to sift through his father's rambling, uninformative words and even what could be called nonsense, to find the information he needed.

Xiao Pei has gotten into trouble again, and his father is beating him.

But Xiao Pei couldn't have caused trouble for no reason, so her father must have done something that could be misunderstood, which would make sense.

Unfortunately, Aaron couldn't see and could only hear Anda describe the scene from that time.

The future father, who was not wearing armor, lifted Peturabo up with one hand and spun him around in the air.

Then he really threw a punch at his chin, dislocating Xiao Pei's jaw.

"It's his fault for not wearing a helmet."

Adachi commented that she was very happy that she would still be able to beat her son and win her position in the family in the future.

"Aaron, you need to understand, there are three of me now." Anda, having finished his spree, was about to begin the Holy Cut:

"The oldest one is the most formidable; he's the one you met in Egypt last time—long hair, and skin and bones on his face."

Aaron nodded and said, "I know, the one in the middle is the one who is on a great expedition to reclaim the galaxy."

Anda smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, so the matter of abusing Peturabo has nothing to do with me. You can't stop cooking for me because of this."

Aaron felt a headache coming on. Instead of figuring out why he had suddenly started hitting his son, the old man immediately started making clear distinctions.

Forget it, let's take a nap first. Uncle Hades is a bit slow.

On the bright side, this reflects the maturity and composure of the eldest member of the family.

But realistically, the old man is slow and only he can understand what he writes, so it will probably take some time.

I should get some sleep first; maybe I can find out what happened in my dreams.

Aaron fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark, vast palace with light coming only from windows deliberately placed high up on the distant walls.

Such a design is undoubtedly a prison.

It's also possible that they haven't remembered to install windows in the walls yet, so they're just blocking them out for now.

Peturabo huddled in the corner with his head down, his hands gesturing something in front of him, occasionally letting out a terrifying hissing sound.

His armor had been removed, leaving only his physical body, arguably the most powerful in the material world, where the solidified muscles truly demonstrated the existence of the abstract concept of power.

All those muscles were engaged, from the toes gripping the ground to the waist tightening, and the entire back tensed up as a result. The power finally converged in the arms, all of it gathered together.

Aaron had only ever seen this scene when his father dealt with fruits with hard shells.

Finally, with a loud crack, he slammed his jaw back into place, and turned around, revealing a terrifying face covered in blood and with cold, ruthless eyes in the dim light.

The moment it saw who it was, the wary leopard became flustered and comical, instinctively wiping the blood from its face, not wanting its ugly state to be seen.

But Aaron was already in front of him, looked up, and looked him into the eyes:

“Little Pei, that old bastard is a real scoundrel (Tzeentch: Please ignore the logic of the language).”

Aaron reached out and gently patted Peturabo's knee:

"But don't worry, I have witnessed my father's defeat and know the method."

Athena, as the only immortal being to have clearly defeated Aaron in front of the old man, possesses wisdom and power that are worth learning from.

"Just be patient a little longer, and we will soon win."

Under Aaron's soothing words, Peturabo's body gradually relaxed, and the pitiful leopard, which looked as if it had been violated by the most powerful lion on the African savanna, finally let out a cry—

Sneezed.

Nonsense, how could he possibly cry?

As the Primarch, upon sensing the connection between tears and nose, she cleverly used sneezing to alleviate the embarrassment.

The idea of ​​Peturabo crying in front of his brother is something he wouldn't do now.

Perhaps Angron could.

Xiao Pei knelt down on one knee and spoke first:

"I will win sooner or later, take Terra from that rotten old man, and take the Empire."

"But I'm more concerned about my brother, Angron. How is he doing? His distorted appearance as an infant still fills me with anger and despair."

Xiao Pei has also become an excellent conversationalist, able to take the lead in the conversation.

This ability was clearly learned gradually from conversations with Dorn, and further refined under the tutelage of the kind-hearted Company Commander Midrod.

This ability would also apply to Aaron, since he was more accommodating to his younger brothers. Since Xiao Pei didn't want to talk about these painful things, he decided to leave it at that.

However, this ability was clearly ineffective against their father, even though Xiao Pei had never tried to use it in front of the old man.

He felt that every time he met his father, he was either kneeling but still able to curse loudly, or he stood up and then fought his father without any restrictions, only to be pinned to the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

This time, he even showed his brother his ugliest, most defeated, appearance after being knocked to the ground.

If I ever want to show my brother any confidence or charm again, I will inevitably think back to this time.

"So, what did your father do to make you so angry?"

Aaron hadn't forgotten his purpose: to find out what the old man from the future had done.

Perturabo began to recall the time he was being beaten while listening to Dorn playing chess on the sidelines:

"Father vaguely sensed that some darkness was approaching in the future, and that his sons, that is, us, the leaders of the various legions, might become tools in it. Father has a crucial plan, and Terra is of paramount importance in it."

"Therefore, he had to design all sorts of extreme scenarios, even one in which half the legions rebelled and attacked Terra. Because of Guilliman's 'superior' performance last time, this time, his father allowed him to simulate commanding half the legions on the chessboard."

Upon hearing this, Aaron slapped his forehead and cursed under his breath as an idiot.

"It's one thing that this old man drove away a lot of his friends before, but how come half of the people in the empire he built have abandoned him? Didn't Uncle Makado say that he can take good care of himself now?"

It's normal for immortals to have a bad relationship with their fathers. After all, they each have their flaws. As they live longer, they grow tired of each other and, since they all feel that they can't die, it's normal for them to eventually stop seeing each other altogether.

They were his peers or even elders.

However, the empire and military power that his father personally built could also rebel in half.

No, Aaron thought of an even more terrifying extension: the Legion Lord was the Primarch.

That's the big mistake the younger brothers are about to make in the future—does it refer to this crisis?

Once Aaron realized this, even as a projection, he couldn't help but feel suffocated.

It felt like something was stuck in my throat; a bunch of questions piled up, but I couldn't say them out loud.

Xiao Pei waited patiently for Aaron to calm down before speaking:

"Rest assured, I will always stand by Dorne's side and protect humanity. Father was a bastard, but the many aliens we encountered during the Great Crusade have completely deviated from human morality."

"Not to mention the ugly things that Guilliman in the future wanted to hint at but couldn't explain. He will be much more mature in the future than he is now."

This evaluation, which I received from Little Pei, was, of course, in comparison to Guilliman at that time.

"Brother, don't worry, no matter which brother gets into trouble, I'll beat him up!"

Twelve thousand years later, above Shera.

The "brother" who had problems, as mentioned by Peturabo, was wearing the Paradox given to him by Vastor. Behind him, many warband leaders had gathered, but they were all worried that the Lord of Steel would relapse into his old illness and launch an eleven-kill attack on them as well.

Chapter 228 Evil Steel and Ugly Phoenix (Part 2)

"Ten thousand years have passed, and nothing has changed in this place."

Evil Steel plummeted from the spaceship and plunged onto the now desolate surface of Shyra.

He was alone, oblivious to the soldiers summoned for him by the Black Legion's messengers; now, he no longer needed to prove anything by killing soldiers.

He was just waiting for another brother, Fugrim.

Da da da--

He held a pocket watch in his hand; even through the metal casing, his skin could still feel the movement of the hands and gears.

At the very moment the pointer reached the appointed time, Fugen appeared behind him, gently reaching out his hands to encircle Paradox's neck.

(Note: To distinguish it from the 30-level Forgrim, the 40-level Forgrim is called Forgrim.)

His brother was not wearing power armor; instead, he was dressed in simple, ordinary clothes.

“You’ve become disgusting, Fugen.”

Evil Steel put away his pocket watch, looked around, and still couldn't see the Emperor's son.

This was an unspoken agreement between the two Primarchs.

Fugen didn't put on much of a show of brotherly affection. He loosened his arms, put his hands in his pockets, let his long hair fall freely behind him, and swayed in front of Evil Steel.

"Oh dear, I deliberately used this pose. Do you want to see me with four arms?"

Fugen raised his eyebrows, his pale purple pupils resembling a truly rotating cosmic star, a manifestation of the power of the Ascending Demon.

He had the air of a young man, walking forward across the desolate land, gesturing for Evil Steel to follow him.

A figure clad in heavy armor and a boy in simple clothing, one tall and one short, cast enormous shadows under the deathly starlight.

They may have many conflicts, but the fact that they can come back together already proves something.

"Let's get down to business, my brother. I want to sit on that throne. I have experienced all the wonders of the spiritual universe. But—"

Fugen's tone became high-pitched and forceful, even raising one hand in a clenched fist, as if he had given many speeches more than ten thousand years ago:

"I have not yet fulfilled my greatest need; only the position of father is worthy of me."

If Imperial soldiers from the Great Expedition were to witness this scene, they might not even see anything wrong with it.

Bearing the title of "Son of the Emperor" and having received numerous medals personally bestowed by His Majesty, the original body is naturally qualified to compete for the throne.

Evil Steel coldly watched his brother finish his performance before suddenly speaking:

"Oh? You mean you want to complete your father's unfinished work and restore the glory of the empire? I don't think Salis will allow you to do that."

Fu Gen's pride did not diminish; on the contrary, it grew even stronger, making him resemble an actor whose overacting, greasy makeup dripped from their face.

"Why not? How much joy I'll get from achieving this goal! Even my father couldn't achieve it, but I can, so I'm stronger than him!"

Evil Steel simply shook his head: "If that's what Salis really thinks, then—it's insane. I have another reason to refuse Vashtor. I will never submit to any being. You are nothing but beasts driven by that desire. My good brother has already fallen."