Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He is now a god, and he can find the thoughts of every human being.

But Aaron was the only one missing.

The Black King's previous bliss and the bloody reality he is now facing are intertwined, causing him to inevitably fall into an EMO state.

Without a doubt, it was that little thing that was behind it, getting revenge on me!

What did that bastard Anda say that he had to hurt me like this?

The Black King was secretly furious, and his cold, deathly light shone on Little Pei:

"Stand up, my son! You still have great ambitions to fulfill!"

Although having Loka has already turned the tide, having another son back on track will be a significant help for my upcoming games.

He still needs steel warriors to do the work and to keep the children calm.

The current Chaos Steel Warriors can all be recruited to embark on expeditions to atone for their sins. They may fight to the death, but they cannot atone for their sins. However, at least they are being put to good use.

That's his idea.

"That was also your brother's wish. His ultimate goal was to build a world where everyone could live happily."

This wasn't exactly lying; in fact, it was a precise reason to motivate Xiao Pei to work harder!

This is your brother's wish!

Upon hearing Aaron's name, Peturabo finally regained some composure and gradually calmed down.

"Brother's wish—Okay, I will become an emperor, an emperor who will lead humanity towards a better future!"

He straightened up, his expression masking his sorrow, but he made no attempt to wipe away his tears.

That was a manifestation of his sincere feelings.

Goodbye, Father. Don't forget your promise!

From this moment on, his becoming emperor is not only to prove his own abilities, but also for his brother.

As he watched Peturabo dissipate, the Black King suddenly paused, sensing the psychic power of his other son.

Guilliman?

Holy crap, when will he be able to expand his psionic domain?

Although it is only based on genetic seeds and identity recognition, it amplifies the surrounding Ultra Warriors.

But this is completely different from the original Guilliman!

He seemed to have something to give Peturabo.

The Black King's will drew near, and he saw the only remaining artifact of the Paradoxical Power Armor: the hammer.

Guilliman, you're not keeping it for yourself? That's a real gem.

Because the concept of chaos inherent in the paradox is concentrated on that suit of armor, the hammer, as a derivative creation, is simply a product of skill, without any other conceptual mixture.

It can be used after a little purification.

Black King restrained Xiao Pei, who was about to go home, and entered her body while she was completely bewildered.

From that moment on, one side of Guilliman's and Peturabo's pupils both fell into darkness.

However, Xiao Pei was clearly not used to it, and the psionic projection was still twitching.

“This hammer is nice. It was Guilliman’s trophy, but he chose to give it to you.”

The Black King let his jet-black flames burn across the hammer, then passed it from his right hand to his left, from the physical space into the spiritual energy within Little Pei's hand.

I wonder how much hair this will cost me?

Never mind, it's no big deal if that despicable Anda Weir loses a few hairs.

Anyway, it will grow back during the middle stage.

Afterwards, Black King saw Xiao Pei off and saw Luo Jia, who was almost exhausted, at the other end of the road.

This kid isn't bad; he's just imitating his brother's abilities to be able to do this much.

Well, there's another candidate for the throne.

This kid is hard to fool. Saying things like "You are my best son" or "This throne is for you" doesn't work.

Alright, I'm so happy to have such a wretched son today!

The Black King was about to dust himself off and return to his throne to continue fishing in his golden wheelchair when Guilliman forcibly pulled him back.

After this little brat awakened his psionic abilities, he became too sensitive to this one thing, able to realize whether he had been there or not.

“Father,” he said, his tone heavy with grief, his expression as if his father had died, “I have something important to discuss with you!”

Black King immediately responded with two polite phrases: "No time! We'll talk about it when I get home!"

Guilliman extended his psionic brick and struck his father, whose face was still half-painted:

"This is very important. I will not travel through Terra for at least the next two Terra years!"

The Black King strained with his own strength, trying to pull himself out of Guilliman's grasp:

"Now that you have psionic abilities, we can communicate using psionic energy. Let go of me, you unfilial son!"

Guilliman's arm remained completely still.

"Your communication skills are normal now, right?"

"Now, immediately, return to the throne!"

Black King: "I'm on my way back!"

Guilliman continued, "Use every word you have to tell the State Church, the Inquisition, and many other Imperial departments that you must try to reform and give them better guidance! Instead of leaving the Empire in this mess!"

Black King: "Aba aba—"

"Number 13, hope, savior, liar, tool, torture—"

Bang!

The Black King completely shattered this portion of power, which quickly dissipated and returned.

That's terrifying! Even God would be furious if He were to handle political affairs personally!

No, how could my human simulation react so naturally? Isn't this exactly the same as my self more than 10,000 years ago?

Great news! The Emperor of Man is returning!

Bad news, it's still the same old mess.

Never mind, now that we've lost one of the Primarchs, the pressure on the Empire should be greatly reduced. It's not a big problem. I'll just go home and do nothing!

Only Guilliman remained on the lonely battlefield.

The bugle call to charge sounded from behind; the Grey Knights had arrived.

"Those mortals in the Inquisition believe they can fight against countless, chaotic enemies. Little do they know that in banishing demons, we are the ones who sacrifice the most in the eyes of the God-Emperor!"

"Let's see what's going on, Primarch, Chaos Contamination—take them down!"

"Wait, why is this power armor blue! Brothers, it's the Regent, don't shoot!"

The charging grey knights came to a halt in front of Guilliman, watching helplessly as an ominous black aura dissipated from the Regent's face.

Did the Regent himself resist the corruption of chaos?

They watched as Guilliman took off his helmet, his face as if his father had died.

Yes, that's right, you can tell at a glance that the black aura is not a good thing.

The Grey Knights glanced again at the Imperial Sword beside them, its flames burning fiercely.

They learned of the results of their battle from the Ultramarines around them:

The Emperor's holy sword pierced through the body of the evil steel from top to bottom, burning it to ashes.

I understand now. The Regency's ability to resist the corruption of chaos is also due to the divine power of the Emperor!

In any case, if the Grey Knights couldn't be the ones who contributed the most to exorcising the demons, then it could only be His Majesty the Great God-Emperor!

By the time Guilliman had fully calmed down and come to his senses, the Grey Knights had also recovered from their mental struggles and knelt down on one knee.

Is that the Primarch kneeling? No, it's that sword!

They'd be thrilled if they had this amazing stuff—the nemesis of chaos!

Unfortunately, the regent always carried this sword to slay insects and space skeletons.

When it came to seriously fighting Chaos, it seems the only time was during the previous Plague War.

We've heard that the Regent has a history of fighting without this weapon, so let's see if the Grey Knights can find a way to borrow it.

Guilliman had no time to think about what the Grey Knights were thinking.

When his elderly father was unwilling to take responsibility, he had no choice but to shoulder it.

The empire also needs a victory.

He said, "Inform Terra, and indeed the entire Empire, that Evilsteel has been beheaded!"

"I will personally send the corrupted Primarchs to their deaths, one by one!"

He held the emperor's holy sword high, its flames illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Now, clear the battlefield and kill any enemy soldiers who failed to escape!"

Guilliman returned to the battlefield, where many demons and Chaos Warbands remained to be killed.

Before the war, a third of them had fled. After the war began, Little Pete arrived and roared, and another large portion of the Iron Warriors' offspring fled in panic.

The rest were mostly direct subordinates of the Black Legion, as well as demons summoned by the forces of Chaos.

Since there are mostly Khorne demons, it doesn't matter what kind of fight they have, unless it's a clear strategic plan or a need for corruption.

Otherwise, there would be no way to retreat. Let these gray knights have a good meal after they arrive late.

Guilliman returned to his warship only after confirming on the battlefield that the battle had completely turned in the Empire's favor.

After instructing a team of Ultra Warriors to go to the crevices between the planet's folds to rescue the Vanguard who still had energy reactions, the team was deployed.

Those members of the Inquisition should have waited for the main force, or for the Grey Knights, to arrive together.