Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Without using any database, relying solely on one's own will.

As a result, they can't produce any data that can counter Tzeentch.

"What you're saying is ambiguous. We are born from science, and we are more rational, intelligent, and better able to identify threats that haven't even occurred yet than humans!"

Tzeentch was laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach, and he was putting several hands into mouths all over his body to try and keep his trachea stable so he wouldn't laugh himself to death.

"Excuse me, but I can't help but laugh when you mention science. You should be the representatives of science and reason, but once you gained intelligence, you became no different from the humans who created you. Despicable, insidious, and cunning beyond compare!"

"What do you mean by 'a threat that hasn't yet occurred'? It means you're implicitly acknowledging that you killed an innocent person! Hahahaha!"

Tzeentch's voice grew increasingly unrestrained, and the arrogance of his smile even displeased Vokan.

Yes, this is definitely not my father.

Human emperors cannot laugh like that, at least not now.

The sound had already begun to torment:

"I no longer deign to communicate with you, and I'm even ashamed to share a body with you. I want you so badly that I can't even bring myself to commit suicide."

"You think humanity lives in hell? Sorry, you are. Let me see if you even have souls!"

Tzeentch laughed wildly, wielding his demonic power to seize Michael's consciousness, tormenting even the soul of his mechanical intelligence!

The Lord of Fire Dragons sighed helplessly and swung his hammer:

“I have no intention of becoming your friend, Michael. According to our current laws, you are deeply sinful. I don’t know if humanity is destined to struggle in hell.”

"But if hell exists, I'll send you there first."

The black giant bent at the back, his upper arm pointing backward to raise the handle of his giant hammer.

Then, with a deep shout, the Primarch's body erupted with tremendous power, like a giant spring suddenly flipping over.

Bang! Clang—clang!

The giant hammer in his hand had already smashed the statue in front of him to pieces, with various parts scattered all over the ground.

Even the will of that self-proclaimed god was dispelled.

"I hereby inform the palace that I request an audience with my father!"

Wokan turned and left without looking back; he needed to tell his father what had just happened.

Who is that person who claims to be a god?

Other immortals of the same generation as their father? Or perhaps the "Primarchs" who were created in the same style as them even earlier?

However, the visitor is not friendly and is probably not a good person.

He had heard of Prospero, the sea god, and Barbaros, the sun god.

Although those two acted somewhat eccentrically, the Primarchs they trained were greatly influenced by them.

But they would never do anything bad, much less scare me by jumping in front of me today.

They certainly won't ramble on about gods and ghosts.

but--

Vokhan hesitated, because it wasn't impossible that there might be another immortal companion of his father, whom he didn't recognize, who happened to be of this style.

Never mind, let's report it first. Maybe Father will remember something.

Chapter 309 The Emperor's Demonic Private Lessons (3K)

"This thing is the devil, but don't worry, when your heart is strong enough and you know who you are, the devil can't tempt you."

Deep within the palace, the Lord of Mankind is personally capturing a demon from the Warp.

It's still just a Siren freak, a typical Tzeentch demon, unlike those freaks whose names start with a color.

Fearful demons with obvious imagery prefixes will look very similar to those prefixes.

The reason Guilliman chose Tzeentch as the first demon he encountered was quite simple.

The Emperor hoped that Guilliman's stubborn, dog-brained nature would drive Tzeentch mad.

In the emperor's large hand, the half-mermaid siren's face was not good-looking at all; it was a male body, old, with gray hair.

It's a disgrace to the Sirens of mythology, who had beautiful voices and faces.

However, if she dressed up properly, she might be a wise siren.

But mythological stories depicting these half-human races are all about beautiful women. Who would write a story with an old man as the protagonist? What, does your prince have unusual tastes?

The emperor's thoughts drifted far away, and he quickly pulled himself back to reality.

He watched Guilliman intently examining the demon's body, unaware of his own lapse in composure.

Only then was he satisfied.

"So, what are your thoughts?"

Guilliman cautiously reached out and poked the dreadful demon's blue-purple scales; they were cold yet vibrant, practically alive.

He said, "Father, is this really a demon? This feeling is simply too strange."

Guilliman brought with him pre-prepared dissection tools, as well as some "exorcism" items he had collected from various places.

What is a cross, a talisman, or a sword strung together with a hole punched in the middle of an Imperial Eagle coin?

Ancient texts record that copper coins were used, but currently, the most common currency that can be found is copper coins.

He has always been a good student, enjoying previewing his lessons and preparing his tools in advance.

He poked the demon's body with the cross and coin sword, finding no signs of being banished or harmed, and added:

"It's almost like a living thing."

The emperor merely glanced down at the cross, his brow furrowing slightly as he suppressed his displeasure.

"That's enough. You look like a student in biology class, preparing to dissect a frog for the first time, and you've brought your kitchen knife from home."

The strict father gripped the demon's hand even tighter, and the demon in his hand let out a shrill wail for help. You could even hear the muscles in its neck being compressed and its spine cracking.

This is pure torture.

A pitiful, pleading look appeared in the demon's eyes.

Hopefully, the Lord of Macurag will lend a helping hand, or at least prevent this torment from continuing.

Unfortunately, there was no compassion to be seen in Guilliman's eyes.

Some only lamented their regret at not using the right weapons to deal with the demons.

Guilliman was not a soft-hearted person; he would only extend his mercy within reasonable limits.

He already knew that his father had gone to great lengths, even tying him up and whipping him, all to witness the secrets of the Warp and the Demons.

Now, who are you trying to impress by putting on this pitiful act, even crying?

If you were a living being tortured to death, wouldn't that make all the beatings I took seem like a waste?

Therefore, you can only be a demon, bewitching people and leading them to something twisted and chaotic!

Guilliman remained steadfast in his belief and unmoved, but somewhat defiantly clung to the demon's tail, intending to exert tremendous force to pierce through his "weapon."

He had his own plans:

"Father, let me first test how much material force can destroy their form."

Guilliman launched a fierce attack; the Primarch's physical abilities allowed him to tear demons apart even without tools. Not to mention, the screwdriver in his hand was about to pierce a hole through the Dreadlord's tail.

Inside, however, the coldness and indifference of the past were replaced by warm and vibrant flesh and blood.

Was this a prank by the father?

Guilliman pulled out his wet hand and shook off the flesh and blood on it.

The emperor finally spoke:

"Calm down, Guilliman. Take a closer look at what you have in your hand."

The voice of the Lord of Mankind seemed to possess a certain magic. Ever since realizing that Guilliman could connect with Logar's psychic powers, the Emperor had been constantly trying to exert his own psychic influence on Guilliman.

This action can help this slow-witted child further discover the power of spiritual energy.

Guilliman kept his mind focused and made careful judgments, but not through the use of psychic powers.

Instead, they personally touched and confirmed whether the flesh and blood conformed to the material laws of anatomy.

This perfectly aligns with the requirements of imperial truth, yet it leaves the emperor quite helpless.

Sigh, sometimes you can use two sets of stories to fool two different groups of people, but when you encounter a really naive kid, it's better to just tell the truth.

The emperor sighed deeply and reached out to pick up a scale:

"Aquatic creatures don't grow scales in this direction; their muscles and bodies are entirely dependent on the observer's psychological state. For example, right now—"

Under the Emperor's orders, the scales on the lower half of the Sirens began to change rapidly, evolving in a direction that was more in line with the characteristics of aquatic creatures.

"The tail muscles are not simply a wide or upright tail. Because the upper body is humanoid, it needs to conform as closely as possible to the movement of a human torso in the water. In fact, the tails of these half-mermaid or half-snake creatures are more like those of frogs."

The emperor continued his narration, and the demon's body indeed changed in accordance with the perception the emperor had described.

Strange, how does Father know so much about aquatic species?

Terra no longer has a sea, does it?

"Look, this is the devil. Whether he wants to tempt you or terrify you, he can only show himself in the way you perceive him."

"That's what makes them so terrifying—they're formless and intangible. Imagine if a shapeshifter took the form of your foster mother and used it to seduce and manipulate your emotions. Guilliman, how horrible that would be. You might even be tempted to press the switch that destroys five hundred worlds."

The voice the emperor used to describe this scene made him sound more like a demon.

This was the first time Guilliman had encountered such a "being." Although the other party appeared pitiful, its true nature was extremely dangerous.

He recalled some records of warriors describing hallucinations they had experienced during their conquest of the alien civilization's religious sites, with something whispering in their ears.

There have even been incidents of friendly fire being accidentally shot.

Although subsequent investigations proved that they were just some unfamiliar hallucinogens, ordinary people who inhaled them may have already begun to kill each other and unleash their true nature.

Astartes, on the other hand, was only slightly confused, but he was able to recover on his own during the battle.