Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Basically, within a very short time of Angron's arrival, the Primarch will be banished.

However, the other rebels rarely showed themselves, and there was no experience in dealing with them, so we could only proceed step by step.

Moreover, the most efficient way is to do it yourself.

Cato Cicarius is applying sword oil to himself.

But his father probably wouldn't like the idea of ​​maintaining his weapons; it's said that he never maintains them, and they stay in top condition on their own.

Since meeting Aaron, Guilliman has gained a deeper understanding of this behavior: his father was too lazy, so he developed a magic to keep weapons sharp.

In this way, he only needs to open his mouth, which saves him a lot of effort.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty's orders are that you are not allowed to switch sides in combat."

Folber, the Imperial Guard, approached slowly, his tone even carrying a hint of concern.

Sage Caul sent word that he was attempting to obtain a biological sample of His Majesty from before Christ through a ritual, though the limit was only one hair, and the cost was also one hair.

Moreover, it is highly likely that it has no scientific research value and will create a spacetime paradox due to contact with physical entities.

Therefore, at most it remains as one of countless experimental projects within the ritual.

They also had His Majesty's urine sample, although it now looks like just a glass of seawater, and nothing can be analyzed from it.

Therefore, Fobel firmly believed that he could win ownership of that hair! He even considered implanting it into his body using Imperial technology!

The Imperial Guard was excited about this, for as the vehicle for the ceremony in the present era, His Majesty the Great Regent could not afford to make any mistakes.

What if the regent dies in battle and the ceremony is over?

Who will replace the part of his emperor's hair that he's missing?

Guilliman also believed that it was their years of working side by side that had given Fobel a new understanding of himself.

Aside from the Imperial Guard, not all those in other positions within the Empire were bad people.

The Imperial Guards should try to cooperate with other departments and even gradually step out of the palace to play their own role.

Whether the palace is guarded by imperial guards or not doesn't really make much difference.

Of course, it's only Guilliman who can influence people in such a gentle and refreshing way.

If it were lions or wolves that had returned, the Third Reich might already be at large by now.

Guilliman, fully equipped and wearing his helmet, replied:

"It's alright, this isn't about boarding an enemy ship. My brother is inviting me to a duel—"

The Primarch's voice was interrupted, and the Star Speakers received crucial information:

"The remains of Shira have essentially been pulled into the subspace; the currently detected entity is a phantom!"

"The Primarch must not reach the battlefield, otherwise we will face the scenario of fighting in the warp."

Guilliman received the message, paused his movements, and then returned to his command seat.

"Launch explosive torpedoes to scatter Sila even more."

Just kidding, if you were to fight me one-on-one, I'd actually be ready to jump in and give my brother a go.

Anyway, he has his father's sword, his own martial arts skills have improved, and he also has the psionic skills passed down by Luo Jia!

There's also a special Noble Phantasm for the fourth prince, the Perturabo Destruction Cannon.

In the real world, you're guaranteed to win, right?

But you, the fourth brother with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who has always been straightforward, have actually started setting a trap today!

You've become smarter too?

No, when the fourth brother got Dorne into a rash move and ambushed him, he was incredibly cunning.

Guilliman had no choice but to opt for the safest option: just blow it up.

Whether you are the legendary demon prince, as the latest intelligence suggests, or just an ordinary mortal.

Let's take two Tornado torpedoes first, then we'll talk.

The Primarch, imbued with destiny, decisively ordered the fleet to occupy a superior air-to-air orbit, aiming at the most obvious energy reaction, the location of the evil steel, and launched!

Needless to say, the signal detection advance team was trapped among the planetary debris, and by blowing up the obstruction in front, the follow-up support team was able to find where people were and carry out rescue operations.

Chapter 261 The War of the Primarchs, Overconfident Guilliman the Half-Immortal Fisherman (3K)

Evil Steel used the power of paradox to revitalize the remains of a dead planet, cooled the molten lava to forge a throne, and sat upon it, awaiting Guilliman's arrival.

This is indeed a trap, but the trap is not the terrain that pulls you into the warp.

Rather, it is a hidden source of good fortune.

Before Fugan arrives, Evil Steel doesn't mind a fair duel with Guilliman.

He knew, of course, that Guilliman possessed his father's sword, which meant that his father had bestowed upon Guilliman the power of weaponry.

It seems that even if other Primarchs return, this position will still only belong to Guilliman.

If there is any chance that the false emperor's empire can be saved, only Guilliman can seize it.

Evil Steel does not deny this; Guilliman does possess such abilities.

(The old lion, just woken up: "Add one.")

His intentions were crystal clear, and Guilliman probably understood that as long as he defeated him, victory in this war would be within his grasp.

But, well, his fleet was late.

Why hasn't he shown up yet?

Wait, what are those two balls of fire?

Holy crap, what do you mean by detecting a Cyclone torpedo strike en route?

Even clad in paradox and wielding divine power, Evil Steel felt the immense warning impact emanating from the armor upon his body.

After he folded the earth, he actually protected the Empire's vanguard within two layers of land, so that Guilliman would have no worries about the rear.

What idiot came up with this idea of ​​forcing Guilliman to show himself?!

Oh, it's me, that's okay.

"Vashtor! You can shield those two Cyclone torpedoes!"

Evilsteel finally roared, declaring that he wanted to fight the Primarch on the front lines and even behead him!

Instead of getting his head chopped off by a whirlwind torpedo!

Damn Guilliman, what changed you? How did you become a completely different person from what Fugen described?

Was your previous behavior all an act, and now you're finally resorting to any means necessary?

Vashtor had long anticipated the prayer of the evil steel. Ah, how beautiful it was, a Primarch's prayer to him, though the tone was still harsh, it was indeed a milestone on his path to godhood.

After all, only gods are qualified to be prayed to by the gods!

Because Shera had essentially been pulled into the warp by the magic of the Chaos Realm, the evil god was able to display his power without restraint, engulfing the torpedo, which was also a technological creation.

“It will be difficult to pull that ship over, my son. You will have to fight your brothers from before.”

Vashtor had already gotten used to calling Evil Steel his son, and didn't care what Evil Steel thought.

"I have my own plans; your role is already complete."

Egang felt nothing, like a man who would run away as soon as he pulled up his pants, without any psychological burden.

He raised the power hammer in his hand and smashed it into the ground, creating countless towering pillars of lava light.

He was issuing a challenge, even using this method to imply that there were no traps in the surrounding space.

Vashtor suddenly felt uneasy; it would not retreat, but would remain focused on its Primarch's first battle.

“Why don’t you go out and fight, leave the warp? Last time, that sword—hiss~ I can still hear the painful groans coming from that black wooden house when I visited Nurgle.”

Wa Banxian remained vigilant, learning from past mistakes.

Evil Steel sneered: "Fear is the nature of cowards. How can a weakling talk about victory?"

"You don't even have this much courage? You might even think that if the False Emperor used the same power against you, wouldn't that be putting you on the throne of chaos as well?"

Vashtor never expected that the Primarch it had chosen would speak so much for the first time, and that it was to mock it.

But in order to maintain his high-class image, he had no choice but to remain silent and indifferent.

This is how Tzeentch treats his subordinates. Often, when Tzeentch demons ask their leader why the plan failed, Tzeentch will just stay silent and grin foolishly.

If there were any clueless individuals who wouldn't listen to reason, they would be thrown into the Well of Eternity and never resurface.

It's clear that adopting a cold and aloof attitude and avoiding answering questions is indeed a very effective method!

No wonder Khorne and the Black King sat motionless on their thrones, while those below simply fought according to God's will. Whether they won or lost didn't really affect their prestige.

No, I'll turn around and build a throne for myself, then pretend to be profound at the top.

No matter who asks, just give a few cold laughs.

Evil Steel didn't expect to get any response from Half-Immortal Wa; he was just waiting for his brother.

Imperial fleets, think tanks, and Space Marines are ready to launch a landing operation.

Fleet warfare is irrelevant to them. It's not just friendly forces trapped within the planetary debris.

And demons.

(Of course, according to the Ultramarines' operational guidelines, stretcher teams are a must, and they cannot be too conspicuous. It is best to blend them into the regular combat forces to avoid any complaints from the Primarch.)

"The battlefield environment scan is complete, and there are no traps around Evil Steel. However, we still need to be wary of the warp forces distorting the tracks of the two Cyclone Torpedoes, which may be assisted by extremely powerful Chaos entities."

"At the same time, the enemy fleet also avoided the path that led to our battle over Sila."

The report was presented to Guilliman, who sighed deeply, his body inside the power armor becoming slightly excited.

He probably craves battle.

Moreover, this time he has this sword in his hand.

Guilliman stood up, and the flowing, engraved, perfect gold patterns on the blue background of the power armor called Destiny were indeed dazzling.