Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Memories from ten thousand years ago, which did not exist in this timeline, are awakening. Perturabo, his true brother, has already taught him the techniques for dealing with Evil Steel in battle.

Despite its best efforts to reverse the situation, the steel could only barely brush past it; the power of paradox dissolved the material attack.

However, the burning of the flames cannot be avoided, because these flames are constructed from forces on the same level as the paradox.

However, it cannot be denied that the few improvements Evilsteel made were ultimately negated by the slight pain that came from the seams in its armor after the flames burned them.

That would mean completely reverting to the state of 10,000 years ago, ignoring sacrifices and focusing solely on achieving the goal.

"My legion, attack!"

Evil Steel voluntarily gave up the one-on-one duel and issued the order.

The disguise of the Chaotic Realm was completely torn away. Looking up, the dark and cold starry sky was being covered by an even more violent and restless void.

They are an irrepressible tide of excitement, washing away the ravines of the real universe.

Through the efforts of Vashtor and the Black Legion, numerous warbands gathered together to receive orders from the Iron Lord.

They also hoped to obtain more supplies from the Imperial fleet, since after the war gangs finished this job and went home, they didn't know how many more years they would have to live frugally.

Primarch?

I don't care, let Evil Steel deal with it all by himself.

Apart from the troops directly dispatched by the Black Legion and the demons of Vashtor, everyone else headed straight for the Imperial fleet.

These troops then landed on the ground to protect the steel.

Guilliman's guards were also prepared; they had been waiting for this moment.

Cato Cicarius, walking last, was not out of fear or sluggishness.

Instead, his pre-battle prayer lasted even longer. He solemnly resealed the Imperial Sword, using the remaining oil from its maintenance, and poured it around himself.

May His Majesty's gaze benefit all comrades.

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The Space Marines, like their fathers, gathered around the two Primarchs, two waves, each capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, now vying for supremacy.

Only death can stop the other party from moving forward.

The two Primarchs were forced to continue fighting in the midst of their own “offspring” battle, and to seize every opportunity during lulls in the fighting to create a greater advantage for themselves.

The warhammer and the blazing sword clashed once more. Guilliman, who had already realized that he had broken through the psychological defenses of the evil steel, stood firm and continued to adhere to the stinky stone's fighting style.

He only seizes the necessary opportunities, and the rest of the time, he's like a circus performer teasing stray dogs with a bone.

The enraged Steel finally ignored Vashtor's counseling, dropped its warhammer, and its two iron hands flew through Guilliman's sword blade, grabbing onto Fate's shoulder armor and pinning it to the ground.

The price was that the paradox, while mitigating the damage to his severed arm, could not stop the flames from spreading throughout his body.

That was the flames of a false emperor.

He had to strangle Guilliman before his own arm was burned away.

At this point, Guilliman also realized the current state of Evil Steel.

He did indeed ascend to demonhood, but because of a mistake in the allocation of his offerings, his ascension was incomplete.

Something exists, a terrible force that aspires to be one of the four ancient powers, promising a new nature to evil steel.

When it ascends to godhood, the evil steel can also be restored to its wholeness.

Loka not only taught him psionic skills, but also a whole host of Loka's own views on gods and the world.

Although he was currently pinned to the ground by Evil Steel, he knew that his opportunity had arrived.

He used one hand to brace against the holy sword to protect his heart, and with the other hand, instead of trying to pry away the arm that Steel was pressing down on him, he directly covered the front of Steel's visor:

"This armor can only absorb physical impacts, right?"

Faced with fate, Guilliman smiled.

I'm sorry, Logar, I still don't understand how psionic energy causes elemental changes, thus giving rise to the so-called elemental power.

Even if I found psionic power, I could only use it as a brick.

He spoke softly, repeating what Luo Jia had said:

"One of the basic forms of psionic manipulation is shock."

pat!

Guilliman seemed to be holding a psionic brick and smashing it into Evil Steel's head.

The sudden buzzing startled Egang so much that his forehead exploded, his eyes widened, and he was instantly filled with anxiety, as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

His body stiffened and he lay down.

To speak in the words of an ordinary person would mean passing away.

Fugen, you lied to me!

You say his swordsmanship is poor, and now he's a stone, so my hammer can't even press him in.

You said he wasn't good with psychic powers, but today he's been ambushed like this!

Overwhelmed with anger and shame, Egang's body began to show signs of collapse.

If it weren't for the constraints of the Paradox Armor, he would probably have revealed his incomplete demonic nature by now.

Seeing this, Vashtor was extremely anxious and hurriedly called out:

"Katherine! Evil Steel, you must fulfill your mission, and I will reshape Katherine! You know I have already touched upon the divine realm; reversing cause and effect is nothing to me!"

"I have already prepared the corresponding gold-plated doll!"

Your chance to change has arrived!

Vashtor dared not be arrogant any longer and hurriedly revealed his trump card.

It can get Evil Steel back on track and kill Guilliman!

Instead of being beaten into a fool by a few punches and kicks like this.

Chapter 263 The True Lord of Steel (3K)

After Katherine's name was mentioned, Evil Steel recalled the day his hand had gripped her throat.

His world began to crumble long before he realized that neither the empire, his father, his brothers, nor even his children understood him.

Only the last family members remain—

No, she wasn't family. She was just one of those ordinary people who were disappointed in themselves for not being able to become a hero.

Nobody loves me!

Evil Steel dared not admit that Katherine was his family, otherwise he would become a guilty person who had personally killed his family.

Katherine had to be like those ordinary people who looked down on her.

Vashtor never expected that Evil Steel was thinking such a thing, and he cursed inwardly, "Then what are you pretending for?"

Hiding in the lighthouse at Theseus, he carved one doll after another, and then threw them into the sea.

Damn it, the Primarchs really are all crazy. It can barely handle one of them; I wonder how the Black King dealt with twenty.

Does that mean we shouldn't treat them like sons, but rather use them as cattle or tools?

Fortunately, Vashtor still achieved his goal.

Evil Steel regained his senses, leaped high into the air, clenched his fists and slammed them down, quickly returning to battle mode.

He will close in on Guilliman's sword dance and defeat his brother in melee combat.

This tactic works; the paradox prevents all physical damage. The body of the evil steel is burned by the flames, and slowly attacking it will indeed burn it to death.

But before that, Evil Steel's fist was already in front of Guilliman.

If Evilsteel were to pull out some other powerful warp weapon, Guilliman would have no choice but to risk falling into a near-death state and having the old man possess him again.

However, if this were to actually happen, Guilliman would have to seriously consider his plan to jump into the realm of the Four Gods by himself, get half-dead by the Primarch, and then have his father log in and teach his rebellious son a lesson.

After summarizing the battle situation, the military officials below were indeed able to submit such a battle plan to him.

Once Guilliman was brought close, he could only hold his sword in one hand, using the hilt to shield one side of his helmet and face, while using his other hand to smash the psionic brick against Evil Steel's body.

They had lost all fighting skills; they were like little kids fighting and tearing at each other, taking turns pinning each other down and rolling on the ground.

"What did I just hear? Katherine?"

Guilliman felt the information carried by his psionic brick as it smashed into Evil Steel's mind.

"I am ashamed of you. How could you treat your own family like this!"

Guilliman spoke with pity, but he himself was also dizzy from the blows of Evil Steel. When he finally managed to regain his senses and tried to recreate the Great Memory Restoration Technique with the Psychic Brick, he was unable to gain any more.

He will be unable to use more advanced psionic techniques when he is conscious.

His longsword was also hampered; with the buff already applied, he couldn't kill Evil Steel with a single blow, so he could only use that arm for defense.

Guilliman simply planted his longsword in the ground, finally freeing his hands. With a psionic brick in each hand, he entered a state that could be called "God of War Guilliman".

Even because Sheila was located in the subspace, the iridescent light shimmered in Guilliman's hand, leaving a trace that could be observed.

Countless warriors resonated with this sentiment, and the power flowing in their genes is awakening even further.

Each person was shrouded in a hazy, dreamlike aura, with stars seemingly flowing across their blue armor.

Even the steely beast couldn't help but roar: "Children of steel, fight!"

He knew that many of the soldiers in the current army were steel warriors who had only returned after the Black Legion had offered them special terms.

When he proclaimed himself Theseus, many of his sons fled en masse.

However, the connection between the Primarch and Astartes is difficult to conceal, as he can also enhance his offspring.

In order to win, the Chaos Warriors had no choice but to accept these gifts.

At least for now, he's back to being an Iron Warrior.

As he watched the battle unfold, Faubel thought to himself how wonderful it would be if the Emperor could reappear before them and lead the Imperial Guard into battle.

In that case, their Imperial Guard would likely possess the same type of, and even more powerful, buffs!