Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Nothing."

This was the first time Guilliman had lied, because by then, Loka had arrived. He had given him countless instructions, all in order to witness his father's breakdown.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" the emperor finally shouted, smashing any tools or utensils in front of him to the ground. "How could I possibly have miscalculated!"

The angry old man pointed at Guilliman's nose: "A son will betray me!"

He roared and yelled like a gambler who had been driven to desperation, having schemed and plotted until he was ready to cut his own flesh.

However, the "inferior assets" that the bookmaker doesn't take are actually the key to winning the bet.

This shouldn't be the case, and it can't be!

With Guilliman's help, Loga finally witnessed the moment her father broke down, and she was overjoyed.

"Alright, Guilliman, now it's time for our father to tell us his troubles."

After the Emperor nearly went mad and fell to the ground several times without being able to get up, the player at the gambling table finally calmed down and began to assess the situation.

Guilliman cannot be corrupted by chaos, so he can be safely used as a tool.

But he had only just humiliated this tool.

"Guilliman, would you accept an apology?"

No, no, no, he couldn't bring himself to say something so shameful. He could only force himself to say:

"You have passed my test, Number Thirteen. Now, you will know what the threat we face really is."

The emperor's logic shifted quickly, and he found a way to salvage his reputation:

"If you are like this, what about mortals?"

With a wave of his hand, he revealed how many ordinary people are caught up in the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, love, hatred, and even national righteousness.

A heart full of courage can turn into a bloodthirsty monster, and a clear mind can turn into cunning and deceit.

“The Warp,” the Emperor began, “is inhabited by malice, and any emotion, whether explicitly directed or not, will become their sustenance.”

“I do not believe that my sons will be immune to corruption, because when I created you, I took something from the Warp and incorporated it into you.”

"To me, you are like gunpowder that could explode at any moment, but I need you to expand the territory of the human empire as much as possible before you explode."

"After my great plan is completed, the entire galaxy will be protected and freed from the harassment of the Chaos God."

He didn't release Guilliman, mainly because he was worried that now that the kid was on the ground, he would follow the example of the fourth brother and come to fight him.

Moreover, they still need to adopt a compassionate and sympathetic attitude, and start complaining about how heavy the responsibilities on their shoulders are.

Only then can we repair our relationship with Guilliman as much as possible.

This tool, which is clearly immune to corruption and incredibly useful, would be so effective that even if it required him to kiss it twice to repair the father-son relationship, he would immediately rush over and hug Guilliman and kiss him.

The Emperor walked around Guilliman:

“I know what you’re worried about. You believe your brother is like you and won’t fall. But I can’t take that risk, and I can’t even tell them about the existence of the Chaos Gods.”

"Guilliman, you are the one who can become my successor, the next emperor!"

Chapter 256 Luo Jia and the Emperor, The Meaning of Existence (32K)

Guilliman's gaze did not follow the Emperor's movements, mainly because he couldn't turn his neck 360 degrees, so he gave up.

"So, how much time is left?"

He grasped the crux of the problem: the danger wouldn't arrive for thousands of years.

Then there's absolutely no need to worry, since given the current progress of the Great Expedition, they won't take that long.

In other words, time was so tight that the old man was so ruthless.

The emperor cast an admiring glance his way, and finally said from the bottom of his heart, "He truly is my best son."

He raised his hand, releasing Guilliman. The moment the perfect Primarch landed, he raised his arm and threw an uppercut at the Emperor's chin.

He cannot be corrupted by the Four Gods, but that doesn't mean he has no ill will towards the Emperor.

"Hmph, this level of power is not enough. Come and challenge me again when you truly become an emperor."

The Emperor easily caught Guilliman's fist, and with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying, turning it into a spinning top.

Feeling guilty, she reached out and caught Guilliman, steadying him.

The scene depicts Guilliman kneeling naked, his upper body being supported by the Emperor.

The old father had a serious expression, but his eyes held a hint of affection.

It's like a scene from an ancient legend where a foster father forgives his foster son. Next, they should put a halberd in Guilliman's hand.

Loka's voice echoed in Guilliman's mind, the sounds composed of psionic energy even perfectly replicating Loka's excited trembling vocal cords at that moment:

"Smash him in the balls! Smash him in the balls! Now's the time, there's no better chance!"

The emperor frowned, sensing something. He reached out and grabbed, his sinful hand reaching towards where Luo Jia was.

"Guilliman, you lied to me!"

Before the Emperor could capture Loka, the latter had already arrived and possessed Guilliman's body.

When Guilliman looked up, one of his eyes had turned a dazzling gold:

Meanwhile, Guilliman fainted. Now, two golden suns were confronting each other in his mind. After all, he was a psionic pig brain. With two phone calls coming in at the same time, he finally couldn't take it anymore and passed out.

"Lord Loka Aurelion, Lord of Words, your son sends his greetings. He also conveys his brother's concern, hoping that you will learn to shave and groom yourself."

Luo Jia knew that the old man had the patience to listen to his first sentence, so he had grasped the key to hitting the old man's tear ducts.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the power on the other side, which could have easily annihilated him at least for the moment, fell silent.

The golden sunlight turned cold, even radiating a light capable of stealing life and warmth.

Darkness has arrived.

“Loga, you’ve crossed the line. Don’t mention Aaron in front of him.”

The Black King's voice came from the cold sun, tinged with disdain; he hated his own foolishness at this moment.

Loka's psionic powers controlled half of Guilliman's face, creating a half-smile:

“It’s just a test, Father, to see how much it will affect him. To be honest, he’s not doing well. He hasn’t done a single thing that Aaron hoped he would do.”

“Macado was even able to confidently tell his brother that their father was able to take care of himself.”

The Black King was much calmer than the Emperor and remained unmoved.

"Are you testing me with Aaron?"

Luo Jia gave a dry laugh twice and sighed:

“That’s where the danger lies, Father. I can’t even believe your apologies to me are still valid. You are a god, and your emotions are all fake, just to achieve that goal.”

"No, even that goal is your biggest deception."

The cold star did not turn completely black; rather, black flames and gas waves that completely obscured beauty, ugliness, good, and evil began to emanate from its edges.

“You understand this better than I do, Loka. You still have the opportunity to make a choice, but I no longer do.”

“You’re even deceiving Guilliman just to force me out for this moment.”

"I will make myself realize right now that none of this has anything to do with you. Let fate move forward, and after I win, I will destroy the entire chessboard to solidify this victory."

Loka quickly interrupted, "No, Father, I have no interest in your declaration. Listen to me, you're an idiot. Whether it's Anda Will, the Emperor, or—the Dark Lord."

"Who says a god can't be human? Why can't your simulations and disguises be real?"

"You say I have a choice because you think I've grasped the truth and can freely choose whether or not to become a god. No, that's not true. Even if I choose to become a god!"

Loka's voice grew arrogant as he burned his own sun, transforming it into a blazing inferno almost divine in nature, and expanding his domain in the subspace.

"I still understand what I should do! I possess my own heart! Whether I am called a god or a man is irrelevant to me; my heart is myself!"

"Since the fundamental rule of this universe is 'I think, therefore I am, therefore I am what'!"

"Therefore, the so-called distinction between gods and humans cannot define me! I am who I am, nothing more!"

"Dark Lord! Repent!"

At that moment, Luo Jia raised his arm again and smashed it down on the Black King.

I received an apology the last time.

This time, he hoped that the Black King could gain a more genuine understanding than what Olpeson said: "First become a god, then find a way, and then become a human again."

That is, neither God nor man can define "I".

“Father, you don’t need to define your identity by what you are. In any case, you are Aaron’s father, aren’t you?”

"Anyway, my brother won't care that his father is a ball!"

Luo Jia roared and slammed his fist into the cold star.

In reality, Guilliman punched himself hard while unconscious.

More than 12,000 years later, on the outskirts of Shera.

The news that the Black Legion had helped Evil Steel form a legion had already spread like wildfire.

Few people even noticed that the imperial princes frequently appeared in the real universe.

In any case, the chaotic threat brought by the princes usually doesn't spread too far, but putting the names of Evil Steel and the Black Legion together is a big problem.

The great rift tore the entire empire apart, causing a devastating blow that the forces of chaos had never been able to in ten thousand years.

But that's okay.

After all, the Primarch's era has not ended. With the Regent in power, the great Regent Guilliman would surely beat that Astartes brat Abaddon to a pulp.

But now, the situation has changed, and the Black Legion has even found a Primarch to help them, and it's someone like Evilsteel.

That's it. Everyone knows that Regency is good at frying fish, but when it comes to a match of equal skill, they are very worried that Regency will be beaten to the ground by Evil Steel.

What if the empire has to lie dormant for another ten thousand years?

Therefore, the Inquisition was among the first wave of troops to arrive, and they couldn't even determine whether Evilsteel was in its demon form or its Primarch form.

Based on most of the intelligence gathered over the past ten thousand years, Evil Steel has become a demon prince.