Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Ugly Phoenix leaned back, crossed her legs, and tapped the armrest with her slender, fair fingers:

“Those pointy-eared men can’t do it, but Salis will like the news. But I’m not sure I can beat that lion.”

“You know I can handle Guilliman, but Ryan, he’s strong. He has almost no weaknesses; he just sent Angron back again not long ago. You’re also a cuckold, and you’re full of vitality, why don’t you go yourself?”

Mortarian waved his hand:

"No, don't talk about that lion. We may be similar in color, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to mention him. You don't need to confront Ryan directly; just steal the relic."

"Kortz has played hide-and-seek under the lion's nose before, and now you can do it just by stealing something."

"As for why I don't go myself? I can't say. You have to trust me this once, Fugen."

Ugly Phoenix rubbed his chin with his fingers, his eyebrows and eyes like a crescent moon, exuding a pure and innocent charm; he was simply the most innocent beauty in the world.

"Just for that, Mortalian, at least you never lie. I'd also like to experience the wonderful thrill that comes from brothers keeping their promises."

"If you'd like to try something else, I can too~"

Ugly Phoenix's beautiful eyes gazed at him intently, her emotions genuine and utterly sincere. If Mortarian nodded, he could swiftly remove their armor and ascend to bliss together.

Mortarian turned his head away and clenched his fist.

Ugly Phoenix laughed heartily, finding it so amusing to tease his younger brother; this was one of the beautiful things about the Milky Way.

Just as Miss Salis sometimes fantasizes in her sleep that the four ancient gods are as close as family, and the fifth evil god comes to greet her riding on a seven-colored cloud.

But that's a beauty that will never happen, and that's precisely why it's so wonderful.

“Deal, Mortalian. I will return with that relic. Remember to disinfect the supplies you deliver to me.”

Ugly Phoenix stood up, preparing to leave.

Mortarian asked in bewilderment, "You didn't even ask me why I would need a relic to stabilize warp routes. We've already ascended to madness, and warp is no longer an obstacle for us."

Ugly Phoenix stretched out her hand in front of her eyes, fiddling with her clean nails, checking her fingers for any deformities.

Even under the dim, chaotic light of the subspace above, his eyebrows appeared soft and serene.

“Everyone has their own secrets. Even if you tell me that you are plotting to kill your loving father, I will gladly accept it.”

Mortarian remained silent, bowing his head, before speaking:

"I will kill all fathers and destroy everything in the galaxy."

He looked up again, only to find that Chou Feng had already left.

Fugan didn't care what Mortarian was going to do; all he wanted to enjoy was the wonderful feeling that came from trusting his brother.

Mortarian was just a stupid kid who was starved for love.

You can't fool people like that with Evil Steel; that stuff gives love, it's disgusting.

Angron and Magnus were never even on Ugly Phoenix's radar. They didn't even know what love was.

Only Mortarion is suitable for entrusting this emotion to.

Ugly Phoenix embarked on his fleet, and now almost all of the Emperor's sons are accompanying this Primarch in a role-playing game set more than ten thousand years in the past.

They even captured some mortal servants, forcing them to abandon their Chaos beliefs, impersonate various departments of the Empire, wear the meticulously tailored Imperial uniforms of the Imperial Princes, and chant the truths of the Empire.

If you put them back 10,000 years ago, no one would think they were rebels.

Cosplay is also a well-known area for releasing desires; if you're going to play a role, then go all the way!

For the current imperial prince, the sense of transgression of pretending to still serve the grand vision of the empire from many years ago is truly exhilarating.

I don't know how long this excitement will last, but the joy I feel right now is real.

Ugly Phoenix walked all the way to his dormitory and sat down at the luxurious desk, which he had borrowed from Luo Jia. He had actually visited many brothers along the way.

"Let me think... Ryan, that old lion who breathes. How am I supposed to steal something right under his nose?"

“Motalian is right. Koz can hide right under the lion’s nose. I just need to be undetected at the moment the theft is completed.”

The Primarch began to reshape his body. Compared to Alpha or Midnight Ghost, the Prince was indeed not very good at psionic disguise.

However, compared to other psionicists, the Primarchs' psionic disguise skills are considered masterful.

Before long, a handsome young man slowly walked out, wearing a formal suit commonly seen in the merchant ronin dynasty. The style was somewhat old and dilapidated, indicating that his family had fallen on hard times.

"His name is Leilian, quite delicate. Ryan, I've come to find you. Perturabo can borrow the artillery, but all I want is a little thing."

Chapter 300 Aaron, is your father stupid?

In 600 BC, Macedonia almost became a city of excrement.

Restoring order was actually quite simple. Anda manipulated the stone statue and shouted, and everyone obediently went home.

God has given the order, so what are they still doing here?

The army guards, in particular, slipped away very quickly, fearing that the gods would remember that they had come here to flatten the temple.

What's even more terrifying is that God himself might not care much; he might just come and destroy a demon.

As for the priestess, that old woman is probably petty and narrow-minded, so it's best for them to leave.

The old stone statue also used its psionic energy to cleanse the unfortunate new king, mainly to prevent him from being so filthy and having to be supported by his own son, which was too disgusting.

The golden light emanating from the statue of the deity had changed slightly in hue; it was all divine power, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Aaron led the new king out of the blast radius of the demon's corpse and handed him over to the courtiers.

Angron had already hopped over, grabbed Aaron's trouser leg, and sniffed it:

"Hmm, it didn't smell bad. It seems Daddy still remembered to disinfect you. He said he can do the same things the other uncles can, but why can't we respect him the same way we respect the other uncles?"

Aaron picked up Angron, bared his teeth, and threatened:

"If I get smelly, I'll hold you in my arms every day and make you smelly too."

Angron covered his eyes, shook his head, and shouted:

"No! That's terrifying! I don't care if I become smelly, but the food I make absolutely cannot become smelly!"

"No, even if it stinks, Dad won't mind. He has a good appetite and can eat anything."

Anglong's little mind had already begun to imagine what it would be like if he became a smelly person in the future, and the food he cooked would also taste terrible.

It was somewhat terrifying to him, yet also seemed rather comical.

Because he knew that his father, the biggest digester of the family, wouldn't mind.

He's fine as long as he has something to eat; at most, he'll complain a few times.

"You unfilial sons, what are you whispering about? Hurry up and get a ladder over here to lower me down!"

On the high stone statue, Anda put his hands in front of him, making a megaphone shape, and shouted loudly.

Now that there's no one else around, and everyone has been ordered to go home, there's no need to hide anymore.

Angron rested on Aaron's shoulder, looked up and clapped his hands:

"Daddy, jump down! Daddy, jump down!"

He thought his dad climbed so high to perform a trapeze act for him.

After all, Dad used to often do this when my brother wasn't around and the two of them were alone together.

Although both times they were thrown out and then caught.

But Dad will definitely be able to jump down safely and without any accidents!

Anda, holding the statue's ears, cursed:

"You unfilial son! Go find me a ladder. If I jump down and fall, it will hurt terribly."

Anglong asked earnestly, "Dad, aren't you immortal? You'll come back to life. Jump already! You've thrown me this high before, and I'm fine!"

"Uncle Marum can pick you up!"

Upon hearing this, Anda retorted, "How dare you talk like that, you little brat? When have I ever lost you?"

He was about to take off his shoe and throw it down when he almost lost his balance.

"Aaron, don't listen to him. Kids don't understand. I didn't throw it very high. At most, it'll be like when I threw you and hung you in a tree. What could possibly happen?"

Anda hurriedly explained, carefully clinging to any foothold he could find:

"Look, aren't you living a perfectly good life now?"

Aaron looked intently at Marum, who was walking steadily behind him, and asked:

"Can you blow this statue up? There's no one else around anyway, let that old thing fall down."

Marum carefully examined the feasibility, but before he could answer, someone rushed to his side:

"Aaron, Aaron, you're really brave. We don't even know if that thing is still dangerous, yet you dared to go in and save people."

Lesaré spoke urgently, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily:

"Hoo, hoo—I thought you were saving the king, but since you saved him, why don't you go and ask for rewards and honors?"

Lessaré instinctively reached out to find someone to support him, and his arm landed on Marum's shoulder.

This was the first time a mortal had been so close to him since he became an Astartes.

The master's family doesn't count.

Fortunately, he had enough self-control and did not twist the latter's head off on the spot.

Aaron approached, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed heartily:

"King? Even the life of a god-king is equal to that of an ordinary person in my eyes."

Anda, who was halfway up the stone statue and about to climb down, had tattered clothes on.

"Which idiot designed so many hard lines to emphasize the muscles in this sculpture? My clothes are all worn out."

His voice drew closer, becoming audible to those below the statue.

Many of the students of Master Diluwen who had gathered there were horrified, then turned to anger.

This is precisely the work of their teacher.

Anda thought that more and more people were being captivated by his charm again after the Chaos Curse was lifted, so he grabbed a corner of the statue with both hands, with most of his body hanging in the air, swinging his hair, which could barely be called long hair.