Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

That was His Majesty's effort to fight against Chaos!

The sound continued:

"What I need to do is to make the structures of those sophisticated technologies that evil steel and even chaos technology consider unprotected, turning them into destroyed structures, so that from the smallest screw to the demon engine, nothing can function."

"Without this concept to help you, you still won't be able to weaken the power of Evilsteel. Perturabo doesn't know anything. He'd be fine if you put him in a group of orcs without thinking."

Anda Rui commented on Xiao Pei, who shared the plans he had summarized when he was working before.

He really is a responsible father! But he didn't say it, and later let Guilliman tell Aaron himself how much he had contributed!

Only after the world is destroyed will we know who was truly responsible!

Suddenly, Anda had a new epiphany: the most abhorrent will of the Dark Lord, transmitted from his later self in the timeline.

He turned to look at the Imperial Guards:

"The Guilliman affair has made progress, but it's you who are in trouble. Issue my decree: increase the amount of lubricating oil in the fixed bearings of the Golden Throne wheelchair tenfold."

Chapter 239 Guilliman learns Eldar swordsmanship, Evelynn encounters Yorgiacos Church (3K)

“Father, I think he can’t hear you right now.”

Guilliman reminded him, "You were the one who shut down their senses just now."

Guilliman sat up a little straighter. Having a father who's a little slow is actually quite nice, as long as he's not an idiot.

Anda had to send an extra message before turning back to the father-son communication.

Before he could speak, Guilliman asked first:

“Father, you are Anda Will, aren’t you? My brother once said that you were the father who threw me into the river when I was a child because he thought bathing was too much trouble. To be honest, even you are more humane than His Majesty is now.”

Anda, however, didn't seem to care:

Have you heard of Achilles' heel?

Guilliman's eyes lit up: "Father, do you mean—my brother is invincible too?"

Andahaha said:

"No, it was just an ordinary river. If Terra really had a River Styx back then, it would have been pure warp pollution."

“I was just trying not to make the same mistake Achilles’ mother did, but I didn’t realize that what I was seeing was just an ordinary river. Even so, your brother grew up normally, didn’t he? Don’t worry about such trivial things.”

"Look how well I've raised him."

Guilliman covered his face and took a deep breath:

"First, get your work data in place and complete the Peturabo Destruction Cannon. Your prophecies always come true. Especially the bad ones. As you said, I need to fight Evil Steel Ugly Phoenix, and you have indeed distinguished the brothers who have seen your elder brother. I hope these manipulations of the timeline will be a good thing."

“At least that time with Logar helped me a lot; I could even sense some psionic probing. In Terra, there are quite a few Inquisition madmen who tried to cast a spell on me to prevent me from betraying them.”

Anda jumped off the guards' grasp, came to Guilliman, and leaped onto his knees:

"Nothing much. If circumstances allowed, they would want to do the same to me. Turn around and let me face your flagship center console."

Guilliman did as he was told, and the guards behind him were eager to move to another location. His Majesty, especially the lively His Majesty, couldn't be out of their sight!

There's a somewhat inaccurate way to describe it: a bunch of eunuchs watching their young master rummage through the palace.

Guilliman watched as his father, using this awkward mechanical humanoid form, stood on his knees, arched forward, and injected data streams and the so-called concept of "destroying mechanical structures" into the Radiance of Macragge in a manner resembling urination.

"To be on the safe side, only the weapons produced and loaded on this ship can be used for the time being."

Anda was smug, having finally managed to urinate 40,000 years later.

"Is there anything else you want to bring for your brother? Anglon is here too, he said he dreams of becoming a chef."

Guilliman shook his head, but the smile on his face never faded:

“No need, I’m happy as long as you’re doing well. Thank you, Father. You’re more of a father than anyone I’ve ever known before.”

Adachi waved his hand, but since the robotic face couldn't make any expressions, he really wanted to say, "We're brothers, we're practically family." (Tzeentch's note: Please ignore the logic issues.)

However, he still appreciated these words and looked forward to how shocked his eldest son would be when Guilliman told Aaron about these things in the future.

"Alright, I've finished my work. I'll be going if there's nothing else. Remember to give those two bastards, Evil Steel and Ugly Phoenix, a good beating."

"It would be best if we could kill him."

Guilliman asked doubtfully, "Evil Steel has the Perturabo Destruction Cannon, how will Ugly Phoenix deal with it? Actually, Father, I have to admit that I lost to Fugen back then."

Anda didn't have much to say about this matter. He had already complained to Marum about how the Primarch would switch sides once he got carried away.

"Your warships were at most thirty kilometers away at the time. Although in space warfare, that distance is practically close combat, you have the capability to maneuver around them. Why did you get so carried away back then?"

The old father lectured his foolish son, then released the seal again, turned around and shouted:

"Primarchs are strictly prohibited from switching sides, do you hear me?"

The Imperial Guards bowed their heads and meticulously recorded His Majesty's sacred instructions.

"Find me a sword. I know a little about the swordsmanship of the Spirit Race. That brat Fugen will soon understand what true perfect swordsmanship is."

Anda was seeking his exquisite swordsmanship skills from the long river of history, and then he held in his hand a longsword of just the right proportions, which the Imperial Guards had meticulously carved with antennae.

"Guilliman, watch closely, I'll only teach you once!"

"I don't need to worry about how to fight Evil Steel, Little Pei should have already taught you."

The Glory of Macragge will never become the Primarch's burial ground!

Therefore, as long as Guilliman doesn't betray them, they're guaranteed to win.

Why not drag the battlefield into your familiar territory?

Given Fugen's personality, you could just call him an ugly monster a few times and he'd obediently come up and fight you.

Sigh, I still can't figure out why Guilliman got carried away back then.

Even the Primarch has more patience than you.

Several hours later, Guilliman, having learned the essence of Eldar swordsmanship through his Primarch's keen intellect, saw off the Imperial Guard.

It seemed they were preparing to revere the robot that had transformed from the recording box as a sacred object. The mechanical cult members in the flagship control room, who had to remain to work, watched this scene with bated breath, practically drooling with envy.

In their eyes, this was no emperor, but the manifestation of the god of all things!

No, we have to find a way to notify Terra and have her colleagues do their best to get their hands on it.

How could such sacred objects be placed in the outdated collection of the Imperial Guard?

What if the Imperial Guards make a mistake with the mechanical figures?

This is blasphemy!

Unlike their mechanical cult, which at most applies lubricant for maintenance on a regular basis.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the galaxy, the Aidalings, the Death Army.

"The Spirit Race Empire."

Even now, people still use this name to leave messages?

Evelyn gazed at the towering structure standing amidst the ruins of a massive star. The inscriptions on it had long been lost or destroyed, and she could only try her best to find valuable information within them.

It is said that many civilizations, yearning for the stars and hoping to change their fate through the great power of the heavens, built such structures.

Unfortunately, the Tower of Babel built by civilization with bricks, wood, and even steel was ultimately useless.

Instead, its creation from skulls and flesh attracted the attention of those in the starry sky.

This is Tyreon, one of the early birthplaces of the Eldar Empire, or even just the birthplace of the Eldar Empire in the current historical period.

The Eldar, an earlier race, established a more magnificent and sacred kingdom and ended the legendary War of Heaven.

The oldest one, not the war of the gods within the Eldar.

The Eldar secret describes it this way: the Eldar ended that war.

Although it might seem like self-aggrandizement, there isn't much civilization left over from that era, and the greens wouldn't dare to jump out and find fault.

She let her hair down and then gathered it up in a new way that she had learned from humans.

A high ponytail is not suitable for exploring ruins.

The tower is interpreted in the oldest language and is called the White Phoenix.

The phoenix is ​​the most sacred symbol of the Eldar, and white, unfortunately, is now also part of the guidance of destiny.

It will bring misfortune.

However, in the ancient culture of the human empire, white was also a symbol of holiness. But as the divine emperors rose to power over the past ten thousand years, gold gradually became the main color of the human empire.

That golden age that never ends.

A significant portion of the Eldar's hostility toward humanity stems from their belief that the human empire remains the greatest and most prosperous nation in the entire galaxy.

Humanity has its own gods residing in the real universe, with a massive army that conquers east and west.

They even chased them away like dogs from time to time.

Those wretched Terra monkeys!

Slaanesh is the Prince of Darkness, and the Lord of Mankind is the King of Darkness. Isn't this already destined that the Eldar will have to call these monkeys "father"? This is intolerable!

Evelyn didn't have those strange arguments; she had her own mission.

She entered the first level of the White Phoenix Tower, where the dim light of the stars shone through the broken gap at the top.

Each layer of the tower wall once recorded the great achievements of the Spirit Clan culture, but now only the wind and sand blow by.

Even during the expansion of human empires, no one paid any attention to them.

Clearly, this Eldar planet, once considered a civilization, ultimately could not escape the suffering caused by the birth of the Slaanesh.

"The traces of the belief in death in the early stages of civilization are still too few; death was not a mainstream belief."

After searching for a long time, Evelyn was unable to find the information she was looking for.

Fortunately, this country has been forgotten in the annals of history and has not encountered any danger.

She planned to leave after re-documenting all the murals, and made some new discoveries in the process.

The mark left by the clowns: a smile outlined in the shape of a cross.