Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Alas, even now, the imperial military forces still on the surface of the earth still harbor such thoughts.

But the judges had more to think about. Now that they had completed their mission, they didn't mind dying here. However, if they could transmit information about this chaotic change in the world, then they would have fulfilled their duty.

Lowe speculated that such chaotic power, which could fold a planet's remains without any warning or cause, could only be done inside the subspace.

After all, a planet that has been pulled into subspace is no longer a pure material existence, and will naturally be manipulated at will by the Chaos Gods.

Or perhaps it was a horrific sacrificial ritual performed by named demons. But Sheila is already a shattered, lifeless planet; what did the demons sacrifice?

Despite all the illogical things that happened, this scene occurred abruptly.

Lowe could only choose to judge which of the two possibilities was most likely to occur.

Sheila has been pulled into the warp.

Indeed, Evil Steel did not arrive at the battlefield immediately, also so that he would have enough leverage to force Guilliman to fight him.

The previously used, entirely new and malevolent techniques, even the sorcery said to be a fusion of the wisdom of the two gods Vashtor and Sinrej—the Chaos Transformation—have finally been fully manifested.

Of course, the existence of the Great Rift is a prerequisite for this witchcraft to work.

While demons face limitations in actual space combat, many demons are unable to temporarily create a rift that pulls the battlefield into warp space.

With the advent of the Chaos Realm, everything changed. The demon legions could use sorcery, along with the power of the Great Rift, to manipulate a portion of "space" completely exposed in the warp and exchange it with their target.

During the duration of the spell, the target space will experience a spectacular scene of being under the power of the warp.

Now, a familiar feeling washes over him as Evil Steel leaps from his bridge and crashes onto the folded ground.

Ironically, Evil Steel was once afraid of the Eye of Fear, sealing off all observation ports on its ships, even being wary of the real starry sky.

After betraying his country, Evil Steel spent many years hiding on the warp planet Theseus, but now he is very dependent on the feeling of having to fight in the warp.

Will he reflect on whether he realizes that no matter how the external environment changes, the fear actually comes from his own heart?

His heart is not as steely as it appears.

The paradox of evil steel allows it to be immune to most of the harm in the material world, because these forms of harm are dissolved by the paradox into either never having happened or being self-contradictory.

This was the first artifact created by Vashtor after he claimed to possess divine power, making it of extraordinary significance.

If Evilsteel were willing to call Vashtor "father," then the entire realm of evil arts, and even his current estate—an entire demon factory—would become a treasure trove at Evilsteel's disposal.

But Evilsteel simply put on Paradox, took the equipment, and never spoke to Vashtor again.

Sigh, it's normal for the child not to talk yet since they've just started interacting with the child.

Wa Banxian even specifically observed the relationship between the other four gods and the original body; well, they basically didn't communicate much.

It seems this is the normal situation!

It's no wonder that these Primarchs were despised by the Dark Lord; after all, they were all problem children.

Wait, could it be that they've made a mistake?

Look at the loyal Primarchs now. Although some are dead and others have been lost, they haven't lost face when working for the Black King.

Why is it that when it comes to them, they're assigned to people with psychological problems?

Damn it, Chaos Gods, we've been tricked! That old weasel had already selected the inferior and superior assets long ago; he was maliciously deceiving us into getting risky assets!

Regardless of whether Vashtor was the first demon to think of this, he now only has Evilsteel as his Primarch to rely on. The child may not talk much, but at least he can get things done.

Ah, if only Abaddon were the Primarch, that kid would be so efficient, productive, and ambitious.

With his chaotic thoughts tangled and disordered, Vashtor was also pleased with his own thinking. He was getting closer and closer to godhood, and all that was left was to kick away the golden backside blocking his way.

However, this description gives the impression that it crawled out from under the Black King's butt.

Evil Steel was unaware of what his adoptive father was thinking. He simply landed steadily, raised the ceremonial hammer in his hand, and smashed it into the ground.

In an instant, the laws of nature were overridden by paradox. The long-dead planetary remnants began to come alive, molten lava overflowed, and the surging active rocks gradually cooled, re-refining the metallic elements within them.

It could be said that Evil Steel is reawakening the entire planet, turning it into a smelting furnace.

He wanted to build a coffin for Guilliman worthy of his brother's death!

Why go back to lie on a stretcher? Just die directly, escape this dull and complicated world completely, and find liberation!

After the entire surface of Shira was transformed into a raging furnace, Evilsteel uttered only one word over the communication channel:

"Start the war."

(Guilliman: Are we really not going to work anymore?)

Chapter 260 Paradox and Fate (3K)

After the earth completely overlapped, there was still some empty space, enough for the people trapped inside to find a way to survive.

Until they looked up at the land above, which seemed to have turned into a translucent glass, with a viscous, orange-glowing paste melting and flowing down from its depths.

"Lava! This method of creating things out of thin air—damn it, Sheila has been pulled into the warp, this information must be passed out!"

Lowe was the first to react; everything that was happening before his eyes convinced him that his judgment was correct.

The most convenient way right now is to pray to the God-Emperor, who, in his busy schedule, hears it and transmits it to the living saint for a miracle.

But obviously this is not necessarily achievable. After all, when the living saint actually appears, both they and the state religion will be aiming to kill him.

Are there any psionicists among us?

As soon as Lowe finished asking the question, he laughed.

There are no judges who are officially recognized as psychics. The only legitimate psychics are the Star Speakers, Navigators, and personnel vetted by various agencies.

The psionicists in the Inquisition are acolytes who work as subordinates of the Inquisitors.

It is true that a small number of psychics have served as Inquisitors, but the probability of them appearing here is extremely low, and they are very well hidden. Publicly known psychic activities are all carried out by vetted acolytes.

After all, nobody wants a colleague's gun pointed at their head.

They are currently in the warp, and if their loyalty to the Empire is not firm enough, these psychic acolytes themselves are the greatest threat, and could at any time mutate into Chaos Creatures.

Many judges are already preparing to eliminate their own psionic subordinates to avoid being threatened.

However, what's strange about this case is that, in their previous working environment, these monks should have noticed the anomaly much earlier.

Today, with the entire planet encompassed within the warp, these psychic acolytes are even more composed than these "mortals."

Lowe disregarded everything else. He hadn't brought any subordinates with him when he came down, nor did he have a large family or business like the other judges. But he had the advantage of seniority and experience, and immediately made a decision:

“We need to sacrifice some psionicists to deliver the final message and hand over the critical intelligence to the Imperial army. This is certain death, and we will even have to execute you personally to prevent your soul, which has not been vetted by the Star Speakers, from being corrupted by demons.”

He recounted the ending that everyone knew all along.

Actually, there is another way: use the sacred artifacts they just buried to break through the barriers and escape from this place.

But the sacred relic is meant to stop Evil Steel at a crucial moment; we can't let the mission item be used by them to escape.

The acolytes of the accompanying judges each stepped forward, knelt down, and accepted their fate.

Sacrifice is always possible; it's just a matter of when. The Empire only demands that humanity be prepared at all times.

Following Lowe's instructions, they did their best to steadily release their psychic energy, constructing intelligence information according to the Star Speakers' coding standards.

These coded judges had all undergone training to prepare for potential betrayals by certain Star Speakers. In fact, they had contingency plans for any rebellion within the Imperial apparatus, just as the Imperial Guard had prepared numerous plans for the defense of the Imperial Palace.

It's unknown how much of it is actually effective.

As the information was constructed, even the mortal judges saw the purplish-black mist spreading out, drawn to these glittering souls.

Alas, this is the suffering endured by all intelligent life in the galaxy.

Psionicists are simply individuals whose souls shine brighter and attract more attention in the warp compared to ordinary people.

If the warp rifts open wide enough and the emotions of mortals become more intense, then the general public will also become targets of these malicious spyings.

Demons and monsters roam freely; only the golden light of the divine emperor can bring liberation!

"Then let's persevere a little longer for the sake of sacrifice."

Lowe drew his revolver again and stood in front of the psionic acolyte:

"By the God-Emperor! For the Messiah!"

It was rare to see judges fighting for their subordinates; sometimes they looked at the acolytes who served them with the same apprehension one would show a ticking time bomb.

"For the Messiah!"

Perhaps to save time, the people behind stopped even shouting "God Emperor above".

After all, the Mechanicus rarely refers to the "God-Emperor," but rather Omnesia—

Wait, Messiah, Nysaya? Could this pronunciation be the true name of the God-Emperor?

That damned Mechanicus has concealed and hidden this sacred secret for so long; they deserve to die!

They actually held onto such important intelligence and didn't share it with the Inquisition and the State Church—they're so ambitious!

However, there's no time to cause trouble for the Cult of Mechanism right now. The Inquisitors are on the front lines, ensuring that the intelligence being built at this time is not contaminated, and sacrifices are inevitable.

Unlimited bullets do not mean their health bars are also unlimited, nor do they mean an endless number of enemies.

Fortunately, the crucial information was eventually transmitted.

They knew they wouldn't be able to wait for rescue, so they fought to the last moment, living up to the name of the Divine Emperor.

I only hope that those who come after them will be able to successfully activate the sacred relics they buried and drive all the demons and even the evil steel out of the empire's sacred territory!

Several hours later, outside the wreckage of Shera.

It was not the fleet led by the Radiance of Macragge that arrived on the battlefield.

The flagship is on another front; the Primarch just needs to get here.

"More than 10,000 years ago, over the skies of Thessa, the closest my fleet came to Fugen was only 30 kilometers."

Guilliman, fully armed, muttered to himself, gripping the sword tightly in his right arm.

He didn't bring any real weapons when he fought the Fallen Loka last time, so he has to go all out this time.

Because he knew that to defeat Evil Steel, he had to go all out and beat this psychologically sensitive madman so badly that he would develop a psychological trauma.

In this way, we won't have to worry about Evil Steel returning to the real universe to cause trouble for the next few thousand years.

However, what's somewhat frustrating is that because the most powerful Angron is frequently sacrificed and summoned to the real universe, the human empire has accumulated a lot of experience in banishing demonic principalities.