Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He will only burn himself.

The emperor waited for a long time but did not sense any trace of Guilliman's corruption.

Ok?

not him?

Did I miscalculate again?

He suddenly found himself in a terrible predicament. He had already said all the harsh words, and he had just sensed that those four bastards had been there.

Now you're telling me that Guilliman didn't have any Chaos Corruption at all—

Urgent! I'm an urgent warrior!

I just made my son cry. How can I fix this relationship? I need help!

Chapter 235 The Gradually Active Chaos (3K)

If someone raises a question that you cannot answer, the best course of action is either to avoid it.

Either solve the problem of the whole person.

The Emperor grabbed Guilliman by the throat, lifted his son from behind, and then knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck.

Let's see how to solve this when Lao Ma gets back.

A terrible seed of destruction has been planted in Guilliman's heart, and if it cannot be eradicated...

Such doubts and confusion would then shape it into the most terrifying enemy of the human empire.

If the threat cannot be resolved, he will lose another son.

The Emperor tossed Guilliman's body down the steps as if he were discarding a used tool.

He ordered:

“Take my son to his room, his cage. Don’t tell Dorn.”

The emperor turned away and left, his expression remaining unchanged throughout.

Although inside he might be as panicked as a golden pug, just waiting for Makado to come over and pat his fur.

Meanwhile, on the front lines of the Great Expedition, inside the Shadowmoon Wolf's warship.

Loken wasn't wearing power armor; he had just stepped out of the training room when he was caught by reporters who had been following him.

These journalists always have noses as sharp as dogs, and they also have the Emperor's mandate, so the Space Marines can't do anything about them.

"Horus killed the emperor."

Loken was unsure whether such a record could be published in the Imperial Gazette.

But it is true.

Shadowmoon Wolf encountered a human empire in this star system, whose leader called himself the Human Emperor.

The Space Marines stormed their palace and destroyed everything. They could have chosen to surrender and survive.

However, after the great warlord agreed, the emperor broke his promise, turning the planet into a battlefield.

"That's so strange. Even though that's what they call themselves, but—"

Loken looked at the reporter in front of him, wondering what the Imperial Department was thinking, deciding to have a reporter accompany the army on the front lines of the Great Expedition.

However, His Majesty and Horus both agreed to this, and even signed it themselves.

This is war, and propaganda is necessary, but it doesn't have to be this bad. Are they playing house?

It is only because of this process that the War General and the Emperor, the two most powerful figures in the human empire, are able to put in the effort to set up these systems.

They were also unwilling to put in much effort to oversee their ongoing, relentless war.

The interview between Loken and the reporter was about to end unpleasantly until the other party started to mention something.

"Sir, I lived on this planet for a few days and had a colleague who went mad."

Before concluding his work, the reporter mentioned some things that worried him.

"He saw something, heard something, and went mad. He said something was racing through his mind, telling him that the future of the empire was dark. He watched as the planet fell into the empire's rule, stripped of its former prosperity."

Loken declined to comment, which is the difference between a soldier and a journalist.

However, he was one of the more tolerant members of the Shadowmoon Wolves when it came to the thoughts of mortals, so these image projects were also entrusted to him.

If Horus Jr. were here, this journalist wouldn't have had a chance of surviving after saying those words.

Loken immediately changed into a long robe, dressing himself like a priest about to participate in some ceremony, and finally spoke:

"I understand your thoughts, Miss Reporter. We can only wait and see."

"The interview is over. I hope your press release will be published smoothly. His Majesty shouldn't be so petty."

Loken nodded in acknowledgment and strode away.

Today is the day he will become one of the Four Kings of Shadowmoon.

He was unaware that in the battles to come, he would hear the voice in his mind—the same voice the reporter had mentioned—within the mountains of a detestable planet.

The malice hidden behind the boundless sea of ​​stars is already impatient.

"By the way, sir, one last question! What are your thoughts on the results of the previous Ultramarines Legion exercise?"

"We have heard that Lord Guilliman has been recalled to Terra, and Warmaster Horus has not yet commented on this."

"Rumors are circulating in Terra that Lord Horus will be His Majesty's most trusted Primarch, appointed as Warmaster, and tasked with leading the Great Crusade. Is this why he remains indifferent to Lord Guilliman?"

Being a journalist is a dangerous profession; if the previous questions were merely necessary for frontline battle reports...

So the problem is that their reckless nature has come out.

Loken did not turn around, nor did he answer.

These things were irrelevant to him, at least not before he became a witness to the end and death.

The reporter sighed inwardly, "Alas, this question was indeed too rash."

Loken was the kindest Astartes she had ever met.

I'll write something when I get back; Shadow Moon Wolf won't comment on this.

As the reporter prepared to leave, she saw new ships from Terra at the docking point, carrying officials and witnesses of victory heading to the front lines to reclaim the planet.

Watching those people disembark from the ship, their expressions as if they were tourists, their pride emanating from Terra, waving their flags.

Then, recalling the catastrophe that had just befallen the planet beneath their feet, the smoke rising from the burning ruins, the black gas—

Something in my head seemed to start laughing.

She must have been too busy with work lately, because after this battle report was published, she applied to stay in Terra instead of the front lines.

"Horus killed the Emperor—"

That's right, that's how it's written at the beginning.

The Valley of Death, 600 BC.

Angron was sitting in Marum's hands, staring blankly at the large cauldron in front of him.

Adachi has personally uncovered the details of where the Gates of Hell had been missing.

Now we just need to put this thing back in.

However, when the gates of hell were sealed, the main people who performed the ritual were Ilda and Athena, and even Apollo.

Anda's main job was to push the stuffing in, while Hades just had to open his mouth.

Now we can only use the oldest method: eating.

Having Hades consume the Gates of Hell would have the same effect.

Eating is, besides reproduction, the closest physical contact and physiological response that living things have.

It represents the most primal, emotionless need.

Therefore, it possesses a sacred status.

But where did those bugs come from? How did they contaminate our food?

Anda shook his head and his wrist, feeling as if he had done something terrible again. Waves of complicated thoughts were crashing against him again and again along with the proof of the Dark King.

Damn it, you've become a god, so why can't you even separate a mortal like me? You're a piece of trash.

He looked at Angron, his mind clearing somewhat, and roared:

Why are you starting a fire?

Angron rested his chin on his hand and muttered:

"I heard from my dad that you're going to reseal the demon by eating it. But I think Uncle Hades' mouth is only this big when it opens its widest opening!"

He gestured with his hand: "But the demon is this, this big! Uncle can't eat it."

"So, I was thinking about whether to cook the demon and eat it, or make it into jerky for my uncle, which would last him for half a month."

Anda's eyes were filled with great confusion. How exactly did his son's brain work?

“Marum, did you teach him something strange, like your Ottaramar’s rational explanation of those human perverts?”

Marum said respectfully, "My lord, children speak without thinking, which proves that His Highness is in a healthy mental state. Children do indeed think that way."

Anda scratched his head: "Really? I didn't see Aaron having these kinds of ideas when he was a child. On the contrary, he seems to have some strange ideas now."

Marum explained earnestly: "This period gradually fades away after humans truly bear the pressures of life, begin to enter the production process, and become part of the social chain. Some people experience it earlier, while others can maintain it for a very long time."

Anda laughed: "That's alright. It seems my silly son is almost an adult, but he still has the mentality of a child."

Marum really wanted to say the next sarcastic remark: "You raised your son like this and you're still proud of it, huh?"

At this moment, Aaron returned with the map he had just drawn in his tent. Relying on everything he had learned and his geographical knowledge from Egypt to the present, he roughly drew the major cities along the Mediterranean coast.

Based on his father's calculations regarding the unknown rift in the Gates of Hell, he marked out an ugly, irregular six-pointed star.

The leak occurred in Ondino, a mountainous region west of Athens and Macedonia, near the northern Mediterranean Sea.

Further northwest, you can take a small boat directly to Europe.