Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Guilliman couldn't help but remind him: "Perturabo, flames are burning on the blade."

"Oh, sorry, I'm not used to using a sword."

Xiao Pei hurriedly explained, feeling quite helpless, and then reversed her wrist to start slashing with the sword again.

But he still couldn't stop complaining: "What kind of garbage is this? Is this what the old man used back then? A divine artifact should at least be effective in all aspects. I've never seen a holy sword hilt that's useless."

The two brothers were surprisingly able to chat idly, while Evil Steel was completely bewildered:

"Guilliman, what do you call this pseudo-emperor power that has grown from your body? Perturabo? That's my name!"

"You really have gone mad, your mind has become so muddled!"

"Take a good look, he's just a psionic projection, a filth that has grown out of him!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Pei truly gathered up a mouthful of spiritual energy saliva and spat it out:

"Pah! Look at yourself! Am I filth? Even if I admit I'm dog shit, I would never lie or deceive myself!"

(Aaron: That's too extreme, there's no need for that.)

Little Pei cursed, but she wasn't really angry. She was even subconsciously coordinating with Guilliman's body movements, blocking the Holy Sword at the right angle in front of Evil Steel's attack.

With his other hand, he pulled out the doll-like limbs that were constantly growing out of the evil steel's body, looked at the female figure on them, and sneered disdainfully:

“My sister isn’t that ugly. You’ve been hiding in some dark corner all these years, carving these things.”

"If she saw you today, she might take pity on you and ask you what happened. Even your brother might shed tears in front of you."

clack clack-

Xiao Pei crushed the dolls without hesitation, her words cold and ruthless:

"But I will only kill you; I will not let my older brother and sister see you even once."

Evil Steel's mind was in complete turmoil. He had no idea what this "fake" psionic projection was talking about, what brother and sister it was.

Xiao Pei was too lazy to explain clearly; he had no interest in watching a demon wail and lament.

How can we help someone like this?

He knew better than anyone that there was no way to save him; there was no need to explain why.

Just kill them.

Loka said that this was his plan, and that he would go all out to kill the Fallen Loka next time, because he lacked experience last time and the opponent's body was not fully descended.

I don't need to wait for next time, this time is enough.

The Steel Angel gradually shifted from defense to offense, indicating that Guilliman could withstand some attacks that wouldn't cause too much damage, so that she could free up time to actively use the Holy Sword to attack.

However, this sword is really too difficult to use. Once I return to my own time, I must personally pay homage to my father.

Change that thing of yours, change it to a hammer!

The future emperor's position is mine, so naturally, the weapons can only be compatible with me!

With Steel Angels and Guilliman working together, the two had never felt that teaming up as brothers was so smooth.

Guilliman also began to enjoy the thrill of not using weapons, simply gathering his psionic energy in both hands and unleashing a double blast of wind through his ears.

So this is what it's like to fight with psionic energy! No wonder some powerful psionicists look down on mortals as if they were inferior species.

As an extension of oneself, it is indeed more convenient to use than external weapons.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the Ultra Warriors gained an advantage due to the enemy's rout, while a large group of think tanks stood there dumbfounded.

They were originally on guard against demons with mental attack capabilities, after all, everyone knew what kind of situation their leader was.

But today, our own Primarch actually managed to unleash a psionic shock!

This was unprecedented. Although these impacts could not leave his body and could only be embedded in Guilliman's hand, they did not look as high-class as the release of psionic magic.

It was more like a chaotic exchange of blows.

But this is the first step from zero to one, and it's worth commemorating!

Well, this psionic spell doesn't really look like a spell. What should we name it?

Psionic bricks? A victory for civil engineering?

The think tanks' concerns are not unfounded. They worry that in the future, the think tanks of the Ultramarines will all learn this move and start hand-to-hand combat.

However, the Primarch himself was clearly unaware of any problem; he was having a great time, experiencing the visceral thrill of hand-to-hand combat for the first time in his life.

Fugen's curse was that he could not find satisfaction in any work that allowed him to realize his value.

But this is different; this is really cool.

"There is a paradox: an immortal and indestructible demonic body! You cannot kill me! This is not my father's personal descent; these flames can at most burn me! At the risk of severe injury, I will drag you to your death!"

The evil steel roared, feeling frustrated by the battle and deciding to just explode.

Anyway, I won't die after the complete ascension to demonhood, so let's complete the established goal first.

It's ready to end the battle and self-destruct!

Paradoxical superposition of a demonic body, he cannot die.

Pete and Guilliman understood each other perfectly, stepping back to avoid the situation. It was time for them to pull out their weapons, which could conceptually deconstruct all mechanical creations and reduce them to waste.

Peturabo destructive cannon!

Before that, I went to find an old man to enchant it. Although I don't know which father completed it last, I think it should be the earliest one.

Because he's on the earliest timeline, all he needs to do is deliver the items before he falls into the trap of becoming an emperor.

No wonder he was the first father, with such a strong sense of family responsibility. No wonder he was able to raise someone like his older brother!

Guilliman raised his hand and grasped Pete's, and the bond between the two began to summon the forbidden weapon.

Chapter 266 The Fall of Evil Steel (3K)

It's still a day and a half's journey to Macedonia, but we should arrive tonight.

Last night, the old man suddenly started having a headache and claimed that he was losing "clumps" of hair.

No matter how Aaron looked at it, he felt that only a tiny bit had fallen off.

While in Athens, he even took the time to ask Hayes, who had hair, that losing a few strands of hair in the morning was perfectly normal.

Moreover, my father still has a neat short haircut, so losing it would be even less of a burden.

However, the old man's reaction was so strong that it affected their journey, forcing them to rest on the road.

"Aaron, you don't understand. When I had long hair, losing just one strand was fine. Now that I have short hair, all the short hairs combined aren't even as long as my old long hair, so naturally I'm losing a lot more!"

"Oh dear, I absolutely didn't do this because your mother is in Macedonia and I didn't want to go there. You have to believe me!"

The old man struggled to explain; he was genuinely having a headache.

As for the extent of the pain, only he himself knows.

In the end, he even started gagging and sweating profusely, as if he had a cold.

Aaron was at a loss for words, unsure whether to be happy or helpless. The old man's body had finally been conquered by disease.

When Anda vomited most violently, his neck swelled up, and finally, for no apparent reason, he vomited up a gun-shaped object that fell to the ground.

It then exploded, turning into countless specks of light that flew into Marum's body.

This is the earliest and most ancient ritual, and it involves following a set procedure. Unlike Aaron, you don't need to have a dream.

"Damn it, why isn't Aaron leaving? He's losing hair and even feeling unwell."

After spitting out the gun, Anda finally came to his senses, his body quickly recovered, and he soon returned to normal.

Aaron was about to boil some soup when the old man was already perfectly fine.

Seeing Aaron busy, the latter was overjoyed and tried to pretend to be weak, and continued to lie down.

Marum showed no unusual reaction, but pondered:

"Master, could it be that the damage is minimal when things are transmitted through Aaron, while the reaction is more intense when the ritual is performed normally?"

Adachi sneered, "To me, even losing a single hair is unacceptable. I also say that the transmission between me and my future self is completely harmless!"

"So what? I wish I could tear my future self off and kick it like a ball."

Marum said cautiously, "Sir, if you are pretending to be sick, please don't speak so loudly and forcefully."

Anda immediately clutched her chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing to her face; her expression was pale, and she looked frail and pitiful.

"N-nothing like that. My heart meridian is damaged; I don't even have the strength to drink a sip of water—"

Anda gestured to Marum with his eyes to get away and not interfere with his good son's precious time serving him.

More than 40,000 years later.

The light spots that came from Anda's body reassembled and transformed into an inverted "Z" shaped steel cannon, with the top carried by Little Pei and the main body of the cannon driven by Guilliman.

There's no need to aim at all, because once the Peturabo Destruction Cannon fires, the distance the cannon travels is directly eliminated, and the projectiles appear inside the enemy's body.

Evil Steel frowned. Wasn't this just hand-to-hand combat? Why did he suddenly pull out a ranged weapon?

Whatever, let's just explode. Anyway, the paradox will neutralize any physical impact, and the demonic body will avoid being completely destroyed.

kill!

Evil Steel flapped its wings, and the wings behind it, composed of various colored puppets, struck the sky.

If you're in subspace, don't worry about why wings can fly in outer space.

As the steel swooped down at high speed, Xiao Pei sighed and shook his head, then pulled the trigger.

Clang—clang, thud—

At first, only a few puppets that failed to grasp the main body of the wings fell down and smashed to pieces on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, more and more dolls, along with the entire wing-like structure they formed, began to separate, and the dolls wailed as they scattered on the ground.

In the end, the paradoxical armor on the Primarch evolved from meticulously crafted screws to armor plates personally forged by Vashtor in the Daemon Forge—

The paradox no longer exists.

Only the naked, ugly body of the demon remained close by.