Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

To the refugees, this scene appeared more like the stone statues having defeated the demons and were now closing the gates of hell, suppressing the monsters that had escaped from their prison.

Only Aaron sensed something was amiss. He knew that after Uncle Helios's sudden power surge, he might not be able to escape again.

He then handed the flag to Lesaré and carefully made his way forward.

Lessar shouted from behind:

"Aaron, what are you going to do! That's too dangerous! Even if the gods have no intention of harming you, the footsteps of the stone statues could still hurt you!"

Aaron found it hard to explain. He felt that your Sun God was in trouble, and if he didn't go and check on him, he might be killed in a fight.

The curse and the demon that carried the reality have been defeated, but now it's time for the hero to fly away in style.

Instead of looking like a hand is stuck in a cesspool.

Aaron moved nimbly, traversing the chaotic scene to reach the stone statue.

He reached out to touch it, tried to call out to it, and after a moment, smiled helplessly.

This wasn't a dream; in his dreams, as long as he was determined to do something, he could achieve it.

In reality, he was just a mortal.

Just as a hand wiped his clothes, the old father slowly walked out from behind him.

He had just picked his nose and couldn't find a suitable spot to rub it.

"This is because you lack experience in dealing with demons and suffered losses. Alright, leave the rest to me, you go and take that unfortunate new king away."

Anda clapped his hands to clean them up, ignoring Aaron's urge to tear him apart, stepped on the statue, and began to climb upwards.

Fine, I'll put up with it. At least the old man has started working.

Aaron sighed and carefully explored the scattered remains of the demon's body after its death.

They found the lucky one, or perhaps the unlucky one, who was deeply entangled in the Great Demon but remained uncorrupted: the new King Philip I.

The country's current legitimacy rests on him, and there's hope that he can stabilize the situation. At least he's fallen into a trap and has some psychological trauma, which can help prevent the spread of some strange and evil beliefs.

Fortunately, with the demise of the demons and the illumination of the sun god's power, these decaying flesh and blood are turning back into ordinary human corpses.

If you inflate and explode a human body, the falling debris would be basically minced meat, so you wouldn't feel disgusted to see a thing with a human shape.

Aaron found the new king, who was sitting on top of the pile of minced meat, looking terrified and rambling incoherently. He helped him up and prepared to take him away.

Just as I was about to look up to see where my father had climbed and what progress he had made, I was horrified to discover that the old man was urinating into the hole in the subspace!

"Helios, don't panic. When mortals get their bracelets or rings stuck, they need something to lubricate them. Be good and don't move, I'll get you out!"

Anda sincerely told him that this was truly the first solution that came to his mind, and he had absolutely no malicious intent.

Helios's arm fell out of the statue's nose, his fingers twisting and struggling:

"I can get out by myself! It's not like I was dragged in. Just let this statue serve as a token to seal the gap, and you get out of my way!"

He stood on two fingers, took a quick running start, shouted "Wow!" and delivered a flying kick to the back of Anda's head.

Adachi's killer instincts kicked in; he shook his head and dodged, just as he was wondering what might be attacking him, when he looked up—

Oh no, how did you end up jumping in yourself!

At the same time, the power of the Lord of Mankind came into play, scorching Rain Father fiercely, and finally throwing in a severed hand, completely knocking him down and sending him plummeting into the depths of the subspace!

"Hehehe, hehehe—I actually managed to make that human lord cut off his own arm! Father, did you see that?!"

"Alright, I'll devour this arm today!"

The Great Demon was about to make its move. Anda cursed inwardly, and had no choice but to randomly shoot down Helios from any direction, so that he wouldn't be eaten by the Great Demon!

A golden divine light pierced through, just as it had when Poseidon was shot down.

Will Rain's father die? Will this have any impact on the future?

Whatever, kill! Helios, I've avenged you!

With tears in her eyes, Anda completely annihilated the Rain Father, for no living being could know that Helios had jumped in on his own, lest it cause too much shame.

Thus, yet another immortal being received the Emperor's help and escaped from the clutches of the Four Gods.

As for whether they've gone to a new predator, that's none of your business.

Barbaros, a planet perpetually shrouded in polluted clouds.

Today, the thick, dark clouds were pierced by a huge, falling ray of light, like the sun that had not been seen for a long time.

The last time this happened, it was when a child fell on it.

Chapter 299 The Filthy Moth and the Ugly Phoenix (3K)

"That's how I fell into Barbarossa, my fate was bound and imprisoned."

Mortarian, the tainted moth who has regained his body, is meeting his brother, Ugly Phoenix Fugen, somewhere in the Great Rift.

He is reinforcing his beliefs by repeating past stories.

Even with the body reconstructed, the face beneath the hood and mask still exudes a world-weary and aloof air, making one want to reach out and tear off the mask to see if those muscles can still make even the slightest expressions.

Wu'e didn't care whether Chou Feng had killed E Gang; he just needed someone to confide in.

Anyway, seeing that fairy's face forced her to endure the stench of the plague and patiently listen to her speak, the filthy moth felt a secret pleasure.

"The fate of my brothers need not be mentioned again, Mortarian. I need a production line. I inspect my troops, and they are missing a lot of equipment from ten thousand years ago."

"Of all my brothers, only you have this ability."

Ugly Phoenix listened patiently to Mortalian's emotional outpouring, and without waiting a moment longer, went straight to the point.

The current Sons of the Emperor Legion only has a beautiful shell; its military strength is far from top-tier.

Furthermore, due to Evil Steel's death, he became enemies with Vashtor's Demon Factory.

Finding a partner with stable logistical capacity is indeed a difficult task.

But if you ask if Chou Feng regrets harming E Gang, the answer is absolutely not.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that this truly reflects his love for Evil Steel as a brother.

Rather than letting this psychologically conflicted big guy live in the world, it's better to use the father's power to kill him.

Guilliman is a decent younger brother; he mostly just curses and doesn't exploit Evil Steel's psychological weaknesses, which prevents Evil Steel from having to struggle a bit more before he dies.

After going around in circles, Ugly Phoenix found another good brother, Mortarian.

The Death Guard still has a considerable amount of stable production capacity, after all, they are formidable beings who dare to attack the Five Hundred Worlds.

At this moment, having just recounted her experiences and released much of her negative emotions, she was in a relatively good mood and calmly began to speak:

"I thought you'd go talk to Typhon about this. Turns out, it's funny how you can make fun of yourself. I'll help you, brother. But what do I get out of it?"

The Filthy Moth can help. After recovering and waking up, it has asked its loving father for a uniquely designed poison, which is currently being developed.

To get revenge, helping Chou Fengxian weaken the false emperor's power could also be included in the plan.

Ugly Phoenix sat gracefully in her seat, her knees together, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back, and she gently swirled a wine glass in one hand.

"You can have me."

Ugly Phoenix licked its lips, then, looking at Mortalian's dazed expression, burst into laughter:

"Sorry, just kidding. Let's get back to the point. I can help you kill Typhons."

The Primarch took a sip of the sweet wine, and found it slightly bitter.

"What did you put in it? I remember there used to be some small wineries in Barbarossa, and the flavors weren't as intense as Fenris, but they had their own unique character. Why is today's—so bitter?"

The moth simply pointed to its back and said calmly:

"The liquid I drank when my moth wings struggled out of my loving father's pot. I am merely squeezing it out again. It is a good thing, something that many loving fathers cherish and long for."

He even spat a few times into it, I don't know who he learned this bad habit from.

Mortarian pondered this, then gestured for Ugly Phoenix to drink it all in one gulp. He watched as the face of the Ugly Phoenix reluctantly drank it down before finally removing his own gas mask.

Before I could even start laughing, I saw my brother in front of me look terrified. His elegant posture changed, and he almost put both legs on the chair.

Am I ugly now?

Mortarian reached out and touched his face. It was normal; there was nothing strange about it.

Objectively speaking, the changes in his appearance before and after his ascension to demonhood were minimal; he didn't even grow horns, the symbol of a demon, on his head.

All that could be heard was Ugly Phoenix speaking in a panic:

"No, it's not that you're ugly, it's that you're so handsome, bro."

Mortarian frowned, then looked on in surprise, and quickly put his mask back on.

"Hahahaha! Just kidding. I thought you didn't care about your appearance." Ugly Phoenix shook off his earlier panic and sat up straight again. He was going to get his revenge.

How wonderful it would be if brothers could just tease each other like this.

What exactly caused them to fight each other to the death ten thousand years ago?

Yes, it must be that this universe is not perfect enough.

They were created incompletely.

Mortarian sighed, thinking to himself what kind of trash his brothers were, and shook his head, saying:

“I don’t need you to help me kill Typhons. He’s an easy target for me, and he’s still very useful.”

"I need you to help me attack a location and obtain a sacred relic."

Mortarian unfolded his moth wings and took out a small star map projection from his back.

It's an old model from over 10,000 years ago, but it would still be considered advanced by today's standards.

What he didn't tell Horus back then was that this projection was also a gift from his father, fearing that if he revealed it, the hot-tempered sixteenth son would kill him.

Mortarian manipulated the light and shadow to reveal one of the locations:

"The leader is awake, right there. They're trying to seize a sacred artifact that can stabilize warp travel, and the Eldar are involved too."

As Mortarian mentioned this, he glanced at Ugly Phoenix and uttered the name:

"The Death Army, those Eldar who want to plunge their blades into the bodies of Slaanesh."