Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Then, I will go into battle."

Folber frowned and advised, "The power of the torpedo that was just neutralized was terrifying, Your Majesty?"

He lamented that the Primarch's brain must have malfunctioned. His Majesty said you can't jump overboard, but you jump onto a planet and land in someone's face—does that not count?

This change in attitude is too fast. Who said that the Thirteenth Prince was a stubborn person?

It's so flexible! Who applied the lubricant?!

Guilliman ignored what Folber said; he simply stated:

"Get the Peturab demolition cannon ready. We've been delaying for so long precisely to make this secret weapon ready."

Guilliman walked toward the teleportation array that the think tanks had set up for him; the battlefield beacon had already been launched when the Primarch announced "deployment."

"Fobel, you will personally take control of the operation at that time."

Guilliman assigned the task to Folber, allowing him to accompany him.

This secret technology was completed with the participation of the Primarchs, the Cult of Mechanism, and even under the personal watchful eye of the God-Emperor.

Using Perturabo's techniques to fight Evil Steel is just like how Loga helped him fight Fallen Loga before.

This is also the source of Guilliman's confidence.

Brother, you've really done me a huge favor.

He raised his greatsword and looked at the still hesitant Fobel:

"I launched the torpedo not only to check for ambushes, but also to check for the presence of powerful beings in the Chaos Realm. Now that the big rat has shown its tail, it can no longer hide."

"Fobel, banishing or even killing my fallen brother would be a drop in the ocean in terms of saving the Empire. But I, wielding this sword, if I were to severely wound that Chaos powerhouse, the Empire would break free from a terrible clutches!"

In short, he was fishing.

Moreover, his methods were far more sophisticated than his father's.

The filthy garden burned down, and things had been quiet for so long.

As a master of vicious arts (temporary), if you were to be struck by this sword, I wonder if you would just kick the bucket?

Guilliman had been hoping someone would intervene to stop and neutralize the torpedo attack. He never expected this new god to be so easily defeated and act rashly.

Alas, it doesn't understand that to reach the fourth level of the ancients, one must be prepared to make a huge profit or suffer a loss.

We must accept it no matter what.

Instead of sitting quietly in your chair and watching the game unfold, you should be busy reaching out at the card table before you've even settled into your chair.

Oh, so my dad's like that too? Oh well, never mind, I won't start this group mockery.

Because of Aaron and the ritual, Guilliman has recently gained a profound understanding of his father's condition.

After realizing that his father was now a talking machine playing cassette tapes, he didn't have as many negative emotions about his father.

After all, even if he rushed to the throne right now, picked up that corpse, and slapped it twice, he still had to do just as much work.

Folber instantly understood Guilliman's meaning and had no choice but to comply.

That sword truly represents the emperor.

Finally, on the ruins of Planet Syra, a teleportation array flashed, and Destiny, wielding a giant sword engulfed in flames, strolled out.

Beneath the mask of evil steel, a disdainful, sinister laugh rang out:

“My brother, you’re like a little kid who has to use adult things to act all high and mighty.”

Evil Steel gripped his warhammer tightly in his right hand and stepped forward as well.

"I am the finest steel in the world, forged from the pinnacle of craftsmanship! You pitiful little thing, who grew up in a garden and foolishly believed that the reality of the Milky Way was beautiful, behead me!"

Evil Steel embodies paradox; his words seem to ignore the family experiences he himself has had.

He is like his own power armor, a paradox, even contradictory to himself.

Guilliman raised his hand, signaling his guards to stand still, and went to meet the enemy alone, his longsword raised:

"I want you to hold the sword and guard the east side of Eden."

"Before the Tree of Life."

This sword, with its flames and devastating power, may have been recorded in scriptures from ten thousand years ago.

But now, it will be given new responsibilities.

"You wicked steel, you are unworthy of the name Peturabo! True steel will be forged in blood and fire!"

"Your steel is nothing but an outward facade, a disguise for your fragile and ugly heart!"

"How dare you call me brother? Sinner, your sins must be burned away by fire!"

Thump—thump thump—thump thump thump!

On the battlefield, the pace and force of the two powered armored vehicles running became nearly identical.

They eventually collided in the central area.

In the back-and-forth exchange, the frequency of weapon collisions, which even the Space Marines' extraordinary abilities could not detect, had already caused intense light and heat to erupt on the surface of the wreckage.

Chapter 262 Guilliman's Psionic Power (3K)

Guilliman's swordsmanship was once described by Fugen as dull, lacking in beauty, and inferior to his own in terms of practicality.

But this seemingly rigid swordsmanship, in its twists and turns, was able to precisely parry the blunt weapon attacks from the steel.

Even though he was slightly at a disadvantage, he didn't miss a single attack.

This, on the contrary, made Esteel slightly irritable.

The paradox armor's greatest function is to neutralize and invalidate attacks from the material world.

He thought that Guilliman, wielding the holy sword, could at least put up a fight with him, but he never expected that the other party was completely made of smooth stone.

He had the upper hand, but no decisive advantage. He tried to feign an opening to lure Guilliman into attacking, but Guilliman's caution was as if possessed by that stinky rock of Dorn, maintaining a defensive posture that never changed.

Damn it, they've completely figured out his weaknesses in combat. Who taught him that?

Evil Steel despises fortresses that are difficult to conquer but haven't caused him any devastating damage. Based on the battle situation assessment, this forces him to adopt a mindset of constantly attacking to achieve more victories.

Because he's like a dog that's bitten into a bone; if he lets go now, he won't gain anything.

That's the feeling I had when attacking the walls of Terra.

Now, Guilliman is doing the same thing.

The opponent is not worried about being at a disadvantage, nor will they launch a rash attack, which shows that they have thought things through carefully.

Doesn't that mean I'm the one who's brainless?

No, he wasn't. He used the same logic against Dorn once!

He can also employ such tactics!

The emotional shock caused Evil Steel to become the first to lose his temper in battle, decisively abandoning his original plan to patiently guide Guilliman toward his death.

His offensive became increasingly fierce, much like the steel warriors of the Great Expedition who would advance forever and crush the most fortified positions.

This also means that Evil Steel has never escaped the past, and he has made no progress in the past ten thousand years.

Fugen commented that he had become a demon, spreading his form throughout the chaotic realm surrounding Sheila to watch the battle.

I am merely an insurance policy for Evil Steel; it's best not to make a move in the early stages of the battle.

Otherwise, this madman would blame himself, thinking he could have taken it on his own.

Let Evil Steel continue to savor the lingering effects of the past and slowly admit that he has always been a good-for-nothing.

Indeed, this was the case; realizing that he hadn't changed at all, Evil Steel couldn't hide his madness.

The insane speed made Vashtor feel like returning the goods; this was just too fast!

You've only been fighting for a few minutes and you've already gone crazy?

You were able to fight for the false emperor for so long back then, how come you've become like this when it comes to me!

The person involved was in even greater pain, and the warhammer in his hand was now being swung haphazardly.

But why, fate, do you have to humiliate me like this, making me relive those painful feelings again and again!

More than ten thousand years have passed, haven't I been tormented enough?

Vashtor had to intervene; it forced itself to learn from a loving father, to be tolerant, and to guide its child.

Even if it's just a hoax!

"Steel, calm down! You will win! Do you still remember your previous battle plan?"

"Behold the warhammer I have forged for you! Forged of heart steel, adorned with iron wings! Your heart will be set free!"

Vashtor poured immeasurable effort into the Paradox power armor set, and the accompanying weapon was the most sacred symbol he saw after glimpsing the divine position.

That warhammer, adorned with steel wings on both sides, is the origin of all weapons.

It must appease the evil steel.

Perhaps Vashtor's persuasion had an effect, and Evil Steel did indeed gradually find his way back to his former self, and was determined to return to his former state of mind.

Then, Guilliman spoke:

"Sinner, do you think I'm being overly cautious and that's why I didn't exploit your weaknesses?"

“I only despise your filth and don’t want my father’s sword to touch your body. In my opinion, the hammer you’re wielding is purer than you.”

Guilliman quite liked the hammer; it had a simple style and wasn't as difficult to wield as those large warhammers.

It's more like a slightly longer one-handed sword. He liked it very much; it was a gift from my fourth brother!

Just as Wa Banxian was about to feel delighted by the original body's evaluation, he never expected that it was the enemy's evaluation.

"He's right, your brother has a good eye and knows what's good."

Evil Steel's hard-won composure was once again on the verge of collapse, and his attacks became chaotic and disorderly.

Guilliman seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and thrust his longsword toward the gap in Paradox's power armor.

He's not stupid; he can tell whether the flaw was deliberately exposed or if there was a real opportunity to exploit it.