Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, after the last time the Emperor personally led them to board the ship, the weapons stained with the Emperor's blood, apart from Horus, were the blades of their own guards.

This is also one of the reasons why the Imperial Guards avoided appearing on the front lines of battle.

They feared that they might act against the tide again, even if it wasn't out of their own volition.

"Once Evilsteel reveals its complete demonic form, immediately activate the relics planted by the advance team. Even if it means sacrificing them."

When Forbel gave the order, the Primarch himself only managed to hold off the evil steel, and it would take forever to burn that thing to death.

It's safer to stick to the original court's exile plan. At worst, we can learn from this experience and find another way to kill him next time.

He was also closely monitoring the situation and noticed some horrific scenes.

The Iron Warrior buff appeared on the two Ultra Warriors.

And they are one of the Primarch's personal guards, how is that possible?

Do Ultramarines not censor the origin of their gene seeds?

If they weren't also endowed with the Primarch's genetic enhancements from the Ultramarines, Fobel would have jumped into the battlefield and killed them both.

Petra, the Chaos Astartes who carried a clock demon on his shoulder, has now reappeared as the Iron Warrior, but his face shows no excitement.

He could tell at a glance that his father was fighting like a peasant, clearly having lost his temper.

They couldn't win more than 10,000 years ago, so how can they expect to win this time?

However, the battle still continued. The loot from this raid was enough for their gang to run far away and rebuild their empire.

The Black Legion even promised them a planet.

But, am I seeing things?

Why did he actually see two Ultra Warriors clad in the might of Iron Warriors, resonating with his own genetic seed?

Descendants of loyalists who are both inside and out?

Before he could even catch his breath, his brow furrowed and his thoughts had settled, his body was already close to the battle.

If it truly is the genetic seed of the Iron Warrior, then it would be a good thing to seize it and leave it to one's own warband members.

Petra charged forward, rushing towards the enemy, and the instant he made contact, words that had never existed before exploded in his mind:

[Petra, you've done a good job with the Alien Manual mission. Now head to Alteramar; you have a letter to personally deliver to the Ultramarines.]

[Father has instructed us to invite ten Ultramarines to assist our legion with official business, and our department will also send personnel to learn from them. I believe you can accomplish this diplomatic task as well!]

[Petra, you were attacked on your journey, and we lost many brothers, but the Ultramarines did their utmost to help us retrieve those Geneseeds. We owe them this.]

[Petra, my son, I don't know if I have the right to call you that. I, Midrod, hereby announce that you are on the shortlist for company commander. I am proud of you. Oh, and so is our incompetent legion commander.]

[You lost to Danteok in the competition, but that's not shameful. He was a noble warrior, one I myself would be ashamed of. Keep striving, my son, my brother, 'Peturabo, your life!' Haha, that's a great slogan; we even have the resources to spare for a military factory producing civilian machinery.]

"You're being transferred to the factory as supervisor. Well, factory manager doesn't sound as good as company commander. At least not to Astartes. Well then, best of luck, Petrarch. On this new battlefield, keep our iron will and defeat all enemies!"

These words came out in fits and starts, with some time between them, but they seemed to connect.

It was a steel warrior named Midrod speaking to him in an intimate tone.

That is - who?

Petra's memories began to become confused, he had a splitting headache, and even knelt down on the battlefield.

True memories of the past flooded back:

"This batch of new recruits is not bad. Fortunately, the gene seeds from the corpses of the unlucky ones who were killed in the eleventh round are still usable. I heard that Father is even considering discarding the gene seeds of these cowards."

“Then our troop replenishment will be greatly reduced. The number of Astartes is one of the standards for the strength of a legion. Oh, that's what the owner of this gene seed said. Midrod, he ordered a retreat without authorization in that battle, and even though he eventually captured the enemy fortress, he was still bound to die for disobeying his father.”

"Kid, sleep peacefully. When you wake up, I hope you're not unlucky enough to become the target of Eleven's killing. If you are lucky enough to survive, don't mention to your father who the gene seed in your body came from, and forget the name Midrod."

Petra was completely unconscious. The two Iron Warriors in front of him, dressed in Ultra Warrior skins, were still somewhat flustered, wondering what had just happened.

Suddenly, with Evil Steel's roar, they gained a boost.

Fortunately, the power representing the Ultramarines was also emanating from their bodies, and the Primarch's Royal Guards conducted thorough inspections, preventing their comrades from taking immediate action.

Suddenly, Petrella's body floated up, his power armor was removed, and the exposed Astartes body began to tear open, revealing the gene glands within.

The moment the mark was made, a roguish voice rang out:

“Loga searched for me for a long time before finally finding this point in time. Guilliman, you've given me quite a search. He's experienced; he's entered your body before, but this is my first time.”

"So be careful, I won't be responsible if it hurts."

A phantom, covered by the removed power armor, was reshaped into molten iron and headed toward Guilliman, who was still rolling around on the ground with Evil Steel.

Ultimately, it transformed into steel wings atop the Armor of Destiny, and the form of the Steel Lord grew out from the side of Guilliman's helmet.

"Luo Jia, does it really have to be this way? It's a bit abnormal."

Chapter 264 Steel Angel Perturabo, Demon Perturabo (3K)

What is sacred? It is the scenario that intelligent life imagines for those realities that it cannot understand, but which have positive characteristics.

After all, when people witness incomprehensible scenes, they can only imagine the positive aspects in order to quell their fear.

Those who conjure up demonic creations whether they have nothing better to do are not well-suited for a civilization that can endure.

This was true at least in the early, upward phases of civilization, where a magnificent and incomprehensible light emanated from the heavens or the void.

With the arrival of angels.

The Steel Angel is also an angel.

At this moment, Guilliman, as if an iron angel had descended upon him from the shoulder and steel wings had spread behind him, was clad in both destiny and steel, an unshakeable sign.

His torso and hands were each glowing with psionic light, while the steel angel on his shoulder summoned and held a blazing holy sword.

Holy light shone brightly, and the gods descended.

"Children of steel, you sinners, depart!"

Peturabo snorted coldly. Even with the passage of time and the passage of time, he could still sense the countless offspring among the rebels before him who were genetically connected to him.

And the twisted nature of their hearts.

"The time for your judgment has not yet come. When the heavenly fire melts you and the steel is reshaped, you will have no choice but to atone for your sins with your death. There will be no forgiveness."

Over the years, they have accumulated countless blood debts, and death is their only destiny.

As a father, he would carry it out personally and would not pass these sins on to others.

The Steel Angel's voice was magnificent and expansive. He even ignored the Evil Steel, who was the greatest threat, and focused on dealing with the issues that concerned him more.

His other self felt he had failed these offspring, so he could only proclaim the future and personally send them on their way.

"Back off!"

He coldly rebuked, raising his holy sword high, its flames burning even more fiercely, reaching a temperature capable of melting Astartes power armor.

This is truly capable of burning the rebellious Iron Warriors together, to the point of remelting them.

The Steel Angel's command directly shook the fighting will of most of the Chaos Warband members.

Only those belonging to the Black Legion remained steadfast, scoffing at any miracles created by the power of a false emperor.

Only a false emperor would need to use these miracles to govern his corrupt empire.

Although it's unclear what the steel angel on Guilliman's body actually is, it appears to be at least Primarch-level in terms of combat power.

However, they are not without a second Primarch!

The Black Legion's emissary sneered as he sent a request to Fugen, who was assimilated into the surrounding warp:

"By the Lord of Pleasure, the time has come to fulfill the mission He has bestowed upon you. This is the best opportunity to kill the Lord of Ultramarines!"

No response?

No rush. The Lord of Pleasure also has the power of pleasure to slack off and be lazy. It's normal that Fugen didn't react for a moment.

He called again to ask, but—still no response.

Something's not right. It's one thing to not be able to find Fugen, but what about those emperor's sons who have gathered together and are dressed exactly like the pseudo-emperor's army?

The Legion should be here, right?

The Black Legion's messengers hurriedly ordered contact with friendly forces, but still received no response.

It was as if Fugen and the Emperor's Son had never appeared in Shera.

This is impossible! They knew to come and collect supplies before the war even started yesterday, and they held an elegant and creative war meeting. Many leaders of the Chaos Warbands even thought for a moment that they had returned to the past when they were still loyal to the Empire. At that time, people were proud to have the experience of fighting alongside the Emperor's son.

But now, there's no word from them at all; not even a trace can be found.

Oh no, does Fugen really think that rebuilding a great empire is the greatest pleasure?

Are you kidding me? You betrayed us and then went back?

"No, we must kill Guilliman here, or at least severely injure him. We can't let this affect the War Master's next plan!"

Enraged, the Black Legion's messenger had no choice but to order his men to continue fighting, ensuring that Evil Steel could unleash its trump card, even if it meant sacrificing Evil Steel itself!

So what if he's a rebellious Primarch? So what if he's about to become a new god's favorite!

In the face of the great cause of the war commander, sacrificing talent is not an unacceptable choice!

After the messenger's order was given, a sudden chill ran through him, as if the steel gears that were operating on the machine just moments before had been thrown into a bottomless abyss, lacking any parts that could mesh and transmit power with the gears, and losing the ability to locate their own existence.

The god of malevolent arts has descended.

"What do you mean, 'Commander's next plan'?"

"What do you mean, that evil steel can be sacrificed here?"

“I had anticipated that the early investment would become a sunk cost. But you have already played the game. The Black Legion is just a corner that we gods neglected and failed to notice in our great game.”

"What right do you have to covet my favor?"

Vashtor captured this emissary of the Black Legion, dismantled and transformed his body, subjecting it to a mechanical modification that even the Mechanicus considered excessive.

"You will continue to serve as the messenger of your war commanders as a decaying puppet, but from this day forward, your soul will be crushed in the endless gears."

Vashtor turned and left, feeling incredibly cool at that moment, as a Chaos God!

Then, He turned His gaze to Guilliman in his Steel Angel form. Although He was somewhat puzzled, He understood what the Steel Angel was now.