Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

White Scar just whimpered and hissed softly a few times before ceasing its resistance.

“My warriors once challenged me to take White Scar as my partner in a chariot race, but none of them could conquer it.” The Khan had a gratified smile on his face.

Aaron laughed and said, "Then I guess no one will want to race with you anymore?"

The Khan shook his head, stroking his beard, and surprisingly exuded a refined and scholarly air.

"They've switched to motorboat racing now; the mechanical performance is the same, it's all about skill."

White Scar was quite excited as he crossed a gate. The scene on both sides was no longer the traditional ship layout, but a series of winding roads, like decorations on the edge of the ship, and also functioning as a racetrack.

"Petulab commented that these things are meaningless. At most, some aliens might think that these shapes contain witchcraft."

The Khan pointed to one side, but his tone did not show any dissatisfaction.

"He's always wanted to design more dangerous tracks for me, even tracks that detach from the ship's hull. But obviously, I also need to consider safety. I'm not going to set a death threshold in my race."

Following the Khan's directions, Aaron looked around and saw that the paths, from today's perspective, were no more than a finger or two wide.

Only after experiencing it firsthand will you understand that even the widest main road in Athens cannot compare to it.

He could sense White Scar's excitement; clearly, this ferocious beast had once raced on the track.

This is much more refreshing than the grasslands on the ground.

Aaron was about to turn around and ask when he heard the Khan speak first:

"Don't worry, the safety regulations were personally set by Peturabo. As long as I don't exceed the designated space travel speed, or if I go crazy and insist on starting a race when entering subspace, then with Astartes' reaction capabilities, there won't be any safety incidents."

Aaron sighed helplessly:

"You've finally said everything I wanted to say. But how did Xiao Pei come up with the idea of ​​creating this for you? Does he have a lot of free time?"

Aaron remembers that Little Pei is very busy now, having to manage the factory construction while completing the great expedition task assigned by her father.

There seems to be something even stranger, a cable that he himself had to spend time making.

That old man, doesn't he know how to do it himself when he has time? He always has to trouble his son.

Khan gestured for Aaron to gently turn the carriage around. White Scar was engulfed in golden flames, and the galloping horse's hooves gradually lifted into the air, eventually raising the entire carriage into the sky.

Inside the Macedonian palace, Helios slapped his thigh and shouted:

"Yes, yes, this is it! This is exactly what I want! You made this carriage, right, Neos? You have to make one for me!"

He was so excited that he started to stutter, wishing he could have a workshop of the same standard and show it off to the world.

Then people will never be confused about who the real sun god is!

Adachi grumbled and cursed:

"You want this? How about I send you over and see if that works?"

"Shut your mouth! This is showcasing the merits of my future sons!"

In the scene, White Scar had become incredibly adept at using the power derived from the Scarab vehicle.

It is said that when the Khan first returned to Terra, he drove his scarab straight into the palace.

Even the Imperial Guards, responsible for the defense of the palace, were unable to stop them.

They even initially thought it was His Majesty returning to the palace.

They later discovered that their emperor was smiling as he walked up the steps to return and embraced his son who was stepping down from the carriage.

That wild horse, capable of displaying the emperor's power, also became the target of research for many imperial departments.

Some alarming claims suggest that the emperor's true fifth son was not the Khan, but White Scar.

The fact that the Primarchs are genetic creations is no secret among the upper echelons. Perhaps the Fifth Primarch, designed by the Emperor, was one capable of wielding the same power as the Mustang.

Of course, these remarks did not circulate for long. Under Coz's "urging," they ended up being published in an entertainment section of a tabloid.

It regularly updates with interesting tidbits about the Primarchs, short stories that don't affect their dignity, and is said to be personally overseen by Koz.

This allows Imperial citizens to establish a general image of the Primarchs on the front lines in advance.

So that the Primarchs wouldn't be left wondering what these demigods were called or what they looked like, before they knew what the Primarchs were going to do next.

The Khan did not comment on this, but it's unclear whether his other brothers like it.

He was now sitting comfortably in his chariot, having completely handed over control of the vehicle to his brother, who was riding White Scar, so that his brother could also experience the exhilaration of driving a wild horse-drawn chariot on the outer track of a spaceship in the interstellar era.

White Scar was clever; he kept his speed within a range that Aaron, as a mortal, could feel as pleasant as it was.

Give Aaron some control, instead of having him run the whole race for you.

Erda's smile grew even more satisfied; even their animal companion, the younger brother behind her showed such respect to Aaron.

She doesn't need to worry about raising a rebellious son who dares to talk back to his older brother.

"I really like this son. Can I talk to him?"

Anda quickly patted his head, searching for a suitable piece of hair:

“Okay, but for some reason, ever since this ritual was started, the price for any exchange has been my hair.”

He endured the pain, pulled out a stalk, and watched as the psychic energy connected with Erda.

The goddess appeared on the chariot, her face full of kindness, and glanced at Aaron, who was riding a horse and driving the chariot, having a great time.

Then he turned to look at the Khan and called out softly:

"Chagatai, my son."

The Khan had already stood up, and judging from the aura that Erda was displaying, there was indeed another part of his power active within him.

Half of his genes come from the goddess in front of him.

But, dark skin?

The Khan sensed no malice, only the care of an elder for a younger person, and he didn't mind extending goodwill in return.

"Madam, please forgive me for not being able to call you Mother right away. I need some time to process this, but I can feel your kindness and I sincerely welcome you."

Erda didn't mind; it was good that her sons were being wary.

Chagatai must have been so cautious and intelligent that he realized his dead father was a bastard.

Chagatai stepped aside to take the main seat, and Erda gracefully sat down. Grayish-white lightning gathered in her hand, then softened and transformed into a braid, automatically forming the corresponding genetic information, which attached itself to the Khan's braid.

“My blood flows in your veins, my child, this is my gift to you.”

"Your brother is just an ordinary person. Alas, the blessing I am most proud of can only be given to you."

Khan touched that strand of hair. The essence of the Primarch confirmed to him that the figure before him was his biological mother.

But why do they all like to use psychic powers to see themselves?

Was it because the physical body died?

Is my father some kind of cursed lone star?

Chapter 279 Inviting the Next Victim Demon (3K)

Inside the Macedonian palace, Anda's eyes gleamed with excitement, his nostrils flaring. He had seen it—

He saw it!

Erda made Chagatai grow new hair!

It wasn't psionic simulation, but rather Erda's hair was induced to grow using psionic energy, taking advantage of the similarity in her mother's genes!

His long hair can be saved! We need to think of a way to help Erda get her long, flowing hair back!

Helios, somewhat alarmed, quietly moved away. No, it was still late afternoon, not even evening yet.

Why are you blushing and panting all of a sudden?

Above the scarab beetle, the Khan touched the braids of those living beings that had actually grown out of it, and finally knelt on one knee, calling her Mother.

Erda's smile widened, but her eyes still held a hint of doubt as she looked at the Khan's hairstyle:

"Is this a custom from where you grew up? Or is it a physiological phenomenon that hair doesn't grow around this area?"

As a mother, even if she couldn't be 100% sure whether it was because she used her psychic energy to illuminate the newborn Aaron that her eldest son became bald.

I'm naturally a bit sensitive about my sons' hair in the future.

If Khan is bald on the sides due to physiological reasons, she might wonder if there's a problem with the genes on one side of her parents.

When Anda used to tell herself little stories, she mentioned that in the future, there would be someone who grew peas and figured out the difference between dominant and recessive genes.

She and Anda's parents' generation may have inherited the baldness gene.

Fortunately, the Khan answered in a low voice:

"It's a custom; if I want, I can go back to my normal hairstyle."

Erda finally breathed a sigh of relief. That's good, there's still hope.

"I don't have much time left here, my child. Ultimately, it's all thanks to your brother's abilities. Perhaps that's why your father and I are immortals, while your brother can only achieve another kind of eternity through this ability within his six hundred-year lifespan."

She rose, went to the Khan, cupped his face in her hands, and gently kissed his forehead on tiptoe.

"Why did we make you all this big? To scare people?"

Erda laughed heartily, and the Khan even looked a little embarrassed.

His early childhood was extremely short, and he was not treated like this many times in his life.

Erda was on the verge of collapse and was gradually fading away.

She was indeed more responsible than her unreliable father, Anda, and even knew to give her final instructions:

"Your elder brother is on his first search for another brother, symbolized by a volcano and black dragon scales. I hope you will pay close attention to this."

After she finished speaking, her body completely vanished, and she returned to her own era.

"You can only maintain it for such a short time? Adachi, you're not good enough."

Anda rubbed his face to clear his head, then quickly hugged Erda tightly, their embrace filled with tender affection.

"I can maintain it for as long as you want, but this is different from that one; this ability has nothing to do with me."

“I have something very important to discuss with you tonight,” he said, his voice growing stronger, his heavy breath brushing against Erda’s face.