Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

A complete subspace essence should have been lost because of Fugen.

Did the Black King retrieve it from the past and place it on Guilliman?

Haha, no wonder he is the most intelligent being in human civilization. His technology ranges from mechanical skills to mutations and modifications, and finally involves psionic evolution.

Lord of Darkness, you can't bite off more than you can chew.

Guilliman's body is constantly being disassembled and reassembled with new psionic essences. Sooner or later, you will force the only son in this absurd world who can keep your empire afloat to our side.

Vashtor's understanding of the Steel Angels is that after the Black King also entered into God's authority, he tried to go back in time to seek a way to turn defeat into victory.

It's like playing chess and suddenly returning to a stage from the previous rounds where many of your trump cards hadn't been destroyed, bringing those cards back with you.

This is impossible in the real world, but they are gods.

Indeed, it is a game of God, a level that mortals can never reach.

"Hmph, Lord of Darkness, then I'll play a proper game with you!"

Vashtor crystallized the divinity he had acquired and sank it into the now-mad Evil Steel's body.

"Reveal your true nature, you evil steel, my son!"

Vashtor himself blessed the evil steel as a god, and the paradoxical armor twisted, revealing the essential shape that dissolves the laws of matter.

That is, the armor itself, which is also the reason why the Perturabo Destruction Cannon needed to be upgraded before; the power of the gods must be incorporated to fight against this concept.

The armor was successfully released, making Evil Steel's figure appear even more terrifying and powerful.

From the twisted and opened parts of the power armor, hideous steel dolls grew out, each grabbing the other's body to form limbs that aided in combat.

Like countless dying people falling into an icy lake, their arms reach out firmly but helplessly upwards, only to freeze in the end.

The blazing mechanical flames, the sparks from colliding metals, and the poisonous fire of molten steel flowed out, forging the evil nature of the steel.

Fobel, who was closely monitoring the battle, roared, "This is the moment! Activate the relic from before!"

Vashtor frowned, snorted coldly, and sent his sinister hand to confront the suddenly appearing giant screw that could shatter Shera's Chaos Realm and even send Evil Steel flying back into the depths of the warp.

Screws are one of the symbols of machinery.

The Dark Lord had indeed anticipated this move. This evenly matched contest was exhilarating!

Vashtor withstood the impact of the Holy Screw, but was forced to retreat and fall into the depths of the warp.

His divine essence was not as good as the Fourth Ancient One. After repairing the defects of the evil steel, he was in a weakened state, which led to his carelessness.

However, He believed that the evil steel He blessed would surely be able to severely damage Guilliman in his steel angel form!

Even though he had just captured and humiliated the Black Legion's messenger, he had to admit that Abaddon's tactics were correct.

Having already invested so much capital, all I can do now is persevere for my quarter of the real galaxy.

Despite its declining strength, Vashtor remains formidable, and the Dark Lord is closing in, revealing his weaknesses!

"My son, kill your brothers and prove you're no weaker than them!"

He could only convey his will in the end, helping Evil Steel regain his fighting spirit.

Although it sounds a bit strange, this love is indeed real.

People are always filled with emotion for the things they create with their own hands.

(Emperor: ?)

Evil Steel finally caught his breath and stared in disbelief as his essence was filled in, and he was completely and fully transformed into the Demon Prince.

It is finally about to escape from the distorted emotions preserved in the minds of people from the past.

It has been reborn!

Evil Steel reached out, raised its warhammer high, and unfurled wings made of puppet limbs behind it, several sizes larger than the Steel Angel.

"Come, let's fight!"

"Stupid."

Guilliman felt the disdain of his fourth brother on his shoulder, and even a hint of relief.

The complete ascension of Evilsteel finally signifies the sacred separation of Perturabo and Evilsteel; they are no longer connected.

"Alright, it has challenged us, Guilliman. We've watched it complete its transformation, and this is the moment we've been waiting for."

Xiao Pei wielded the flaming sword with one hand and performed a sword flourish:

"You used your psionic fists—no, when did you learn that?"

"Forget it, who knows how many secrets Luo Jia is hiding. It's not surprising that you've learned this. I'll use this sword that belongs to the old man in the family."

"Let me see how many tricks the old man has up his sleeve."

Guilliman nodded, clenching his fists as if to embed the psionic bricks directly into his hands.

At this moment, having completed their respective evolutions, the Steel Angel and the Demon charged at each other once more.

A new war has begun, and it will begin now, with no further outside influence.

Only the victors can bear the name of Peturabo.

Chapter 265 Peturabo's Destructive Cannon! (3K)

Boom!

After it had wings on both sides and could fly, the sound of its high-speed running footsteps disappeared.

It is a collision of the two together.

The steel wings kept shearing off the wings of the puppets' limbs, while the puppets themselves were being scratched by their decaying and vicious arms.

As the main body of the torso, Guilliman's two fists swung with great force, each punch aimed at Evil Steel's head.

Little Pete, positioned on higher ground, reached out with her sword to parry the heavy blows of the warhammer.

Evil Steel cursed:

"What are you, daring to touch my power?"

"What kind of witchcraft has the false emperor left behind, Guilliman? Aren't you the one who most abhors such blasphemous acts?"

"Hahaha, you see, a false emperor is no different from chaos. An empire is chaos."

It didn't realize what Little Pey was, thinking it was the copying power created by the corpse on the throne and applied to Guilliman.

The state of the empire was so dire that even Guilliman, who had always been most resistant to corruption, had to bear the "power" of his father.

What kind of bullshit power is this? It's no different from chaos!

Xiao Pei just chuckled coldly, and realizing that she could hold the sword with one hand, she freed up one arm and slapped Egang hard across the face.

"You have no right to lump me in with you!"

“I feel ashamed, even disgraced, of your current situation! I cannot blame you, because I know what kind of disaster my thoughts would become if they were not redeemed.”

"But I'm so glad I had the chance to change all of this."

Evil Steel was slapped, and as he listened to Little Peppa's strange words, the burden of humanity that he had just abandoned after his complete ascension to demonhood was suddenly brought up again.

This left it completely bewildered, unsure of what it meant.

Then, taking advantage of their confusion, *smack!*

I got slapped again by Xiao Pei!

What is all this? Could it be that the fake emperor deliberately created this persona to launch a psychological attack?

Ah! That decaying corpse king was indeed utterly wicked!

*Slap!* Another slap across the face.

Xiao Pei said coldly, "Dare to be distracted during a battle?"

Evil Steel sneered, "Your slap didn't hurt at all. I am now a demon, immortal and indestructible. And once Guilliman suffers irreversible damage, how blasphemous will the False Emperor have to be to pull his poor son up?"

"Even if Guilliman has become a corpse, will he be resurrected and made to fight?"

Evil Steel, with its demonic body, can freely shape and manipulate things as it pleases, and it also grows other arms composed of puppets to fight against Little Pete.

It has cast aside the shame and guilt of being human; verbal attacks and so-called humiliation have no effect whatsoever.

Slapping it and spitting on it is no different from a normal battle wound.

Only that idiot Mortarian, who didn't know how to take advantage of his enhanced magic, was able to break through his defenses.

The evil steel and the steel angel were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, with the steel angel still regarding Little Pet as a power created by the false emperor, rather than itself.

Xiao Pei didn't explain further; it was for the best, as he couldn't be bothered to have anything to do with the utterly corrupt Evil Steel.

Unlike Loka, he didn't know to say anything about the fallen Loka.

He was too lazy to talk; it didn't deserve to listen.

Beat it, beat it to death!

The Steel Angel pressed one hand directly onto Guilliman's forehead, pulling his body out as much as possible to give him more room to move.

Then, the swordsmanship he had just used in several moves was abandoned, and he simply used the hilt of the sword as a hammer to smash it against the evil steel.

Swords? That's for weaklings. Hammers are the weapons that real men should use!

Although the swaying during the fight caused the sword hilt to hit Guilliman on the forehead several times, Little Pei had to apologize repeatedly.

He wasn't quite used to separating the control of his lower body, which was responsible for movement, from the control of his upper body, which was responsible for fighting, but after a few times, he became proficient and stopped accidentally injuring himself.

Xiao Pei can swear in Aaron's name that those few blows just now were not for personal revenge; he is a magnanimous person nowadays.

After that time, Guilliman and I bathed together in the bathhouse that Dorne and I had built ourselves on the Glory of Macragge.

He treated Guilliman like his own brother.

He would even fight with the old man for him.

By the way, the only point of contention is that Guilliman was the biggest obstacle on his path to becoming emperor.

As the demon and the angel battled, Xiao Pei gradually felt somewhat exhausted.

The sword in my hand is useless. These flames are just special effects; they don't do any damage at all!