Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron looked ahead and gazed at the colossal beast skull, nearly the size of a small mountain, and exclaimed in awe:

“My father and I recently saw a wild animal skull come to life, but it wasn’t this big. It could only be used as a chair, not a house.”

Luo Jia showed interest and asked:

"Are you on an adventure? Do demons exist in your world too?"

Aaron started talking non-stop, quickly recounting his experiences over the past few days.

There was also the matter of dreaming about her two other younger brothers.

Luo Jia raised his hand and rubbed his chin, which was as smooth as his scalp:

"Ultraman, Guilliman!"

"Hmm, I feel like I kind of dislike this name."

Aaron walked with his arms behind his head, taking long strides:

"Well, Guilliman is an undeniably good man, but he's a bit stubborn and likes to use all sorts of long-winded explanations to justify what he's going to do."

Luo Jia joked, "So, brother, what kind of person am I in your eyes?"

Aaron shook his head, thought carefully, and after a moment answered:

"In my eyes, it's hard to describe. He's a good person, and my brothers are definitely all great people."

Luo Jia shook his head, feigning disappointment. "Sigh, looks like I didn't leave a deep impression. By the way, the other brother, you mentioned he had hair?"

The two bald men huddled together, and Aaron began to explain earnestly:

“I should have twenty-one younger brothers. Marum, the Ultra Warrior told me, about a quarter of them are bald. But even Guilliman and Chagatai, one has a buzz cut and the other is bald with a braid in the middle that looks like a ponytail.”

"On the contrary, my father and mother both have long, flowing hair. Maybe they ate something wrong when they gave birth to us. Never mind, being bald saves me the trouble of washing my hair."

Luo Jia touched the smooth back of his head and stammered:

“Iribus had previously suggested that he would be willing to have the scriptures engraved on his skin with me.”

Aaron said viciously, "I knew that guy was wicked. He might have already been possessed by the dark gods or those demons."

Luo Jia nodded and said:

"So this is the test for him. If he fights Karnbos, the warrior of Skull Peak, without fear of death, then there is still room for consideration. If he reveals his weakness, then this will be his burial ground."

Luo Jia sighed, "Well, he does have a good reputation among us after all, I need to find a reason."

Aaron looked carefully ahead and said in a low voice, "Loka, should we—"

He made a throat-slitting gesture: "Anyway, there's no one around. I've been annoyed with him for a long time. Then you kill Kahnbos and come back saying he was sacrificed."

Luo Jia seriously considered the feasibility, then looked regretful:

“I brought my guards with me when I came out; they will see me. It was a mistake; I didn’t consider that.”

Aaron was somewhat disappointed: "Well, now we can only hope that Kahnbos is strong enough to take down Irebas in one move."

Luo Jia tracked Irebas's progress and controlled the pace of the climb.

Three hours later, they came upon the dark fortress of a massive bone structure atop the skull peak.

This appears to be a fortress constructed entirely from the bones of several ancient behemoths mixed with brick and wood, and its overall strength is inferior to that of castles built entirely from brick, wood, and stone.

Only a few dozen barefoot Dark Cultists, draped in blood-red robes with blood-stained ends, walked through the fortress, maintaining its operation.

Unlike other dark fortresses, which are surrounded by villages and towns where ordinary people live, this place is not surrounded by villages and towns where ordinary people live.

The only one with fighting ability on Skull Peak is Karnbos, who awaits a challenger.

A man of average size, dressed in a dress made of animal hides, holding an iron axe with a wooden handle.

The sharp edge of the axe was still blunt.

In the past, the master of this dark fortress would sit on his throne, waiting for challengers, without needing to eat or drink, or rest.

Today, the door, constructed from those massive ribs, creaks and groans as the slaves pull it along.

It seemed as if this structurally unstable building would collapse at any moment, and the weathered bones, still stubbornly clinging to each other, made a mournful sound as they rubbed against each other.

Bossa raised his head with a clatter, revealing a skeletal face devoid of human skin.

He has been dead for decades, and it is always Kahn, the transcendent being who responded to him, who sustains his fighting impulse.

Bosch is like a puppet that has been sitting still for many years, rising from his throne, with the steps beneath his feet made of the skulls of humans and various wild beasts.

He was wearing a suit of rusty iron armor. He slowly walked down the stairs and picked up two long swords that were placed at the bottom of the steps.

"Challenger, state your name!"

Above the somber sky above Skull Peak, a red vortex gradually began to swirl and form, responding to Bos.

Standing before the open door, Iribus swallowed hard and gripped the small hammer in his hand.

He knew that Luo Jia's guards were not far behind him, and now was the time for him to demonstrate his loyalty and dispel their doubts.

Irebas, imitating the courage and humility of the real Irebas he had seen in the past, walked forward:

"I am the messenger of the one true God, the vanguard of Saint Loka!"

Bosch shook his neck, which looked like it was about to fall off, and the red clouds in the sky descended, covering his face and giving rise to a demonic face:

"No, I'm asking for your name! All living beings in this world fight for themselves!"

Bang! Bang——

The armored figure treads on the real ground, and this figure, which is not even as tall as Arebas when standing upright, reflects the shadow of a blood-red demon whose size cannot be calculated.

"Challenger, tell me your name!"

Iribus took a deep breath. He had never merged with Kales, but he knew about the situation of the Dark Believers merging with the demons.

Beings like Bos, who retain their will even after death, would be formidable contenders for the title of Chaos Warrior or even Champion Warrior if placed in the right environment.

Not to be outdone, he roared:

"I am, Everyba—"

Boom! Before he could finish speaking, the huge blood-red wings exploded out, highlighting the extremely small figure of Boss in the middle, and the twin swords in his hands were also covered in blood.

An incredibly powerful demon was materializing itself, embracing Boss's body instead of merging with the human, its furious roars echoing through the air:

"Eribus! How dare you appear before me!"

That was Kahn's voice.

"Ah! You cunning ones! You traitors! Die!"

The complete Kahnbos swooped down, creating countless crimson phantoms in the air. His twin swords slashed down, causing the crimson shadow behind him to follow suit due to inertia.

Both knives struck Irebas.

The next moment, all that remained of Irebas was a lonely bald head, held in the hand of a demon that had descended almost completely.

“I will make you suffer eternal torment, forever my plaything! Instead of watching Horus merely tear off your face as before.”

After this event, which completely defied the timeline, the Skull Lord, seated high on his brass throne, remained unconcerned. Instead, the labyrinth echoed with birdsong, a mixture of sorrow and joy:

"Hehe, Irebas is gone, hehe—"

"Coo coo coo—a grand plan, a grand plan, Horus, Horus, damn it, who let Kahn see Erebas ahead of time!"

"You actually upgraded Kahn to a demon! Damn it, damn it! If I want Erebas to live, I'll have to get rid of this disgusting thing too— Waaaaaah, waaaaah (bird's cry)"

(Erebas will kill a Word Bearer named Ager in the future, a fallen demon possessed yet retaining humanity, and a model of coexistence where they become friends. Ager has a close friend, the World Eater Karn, and Erebas is forced to flee when Karn seeks revenge and launches an execution.)

Chapter 42 Guilliman and Loka are in the same hot spring. Why would I have such a dream?

Loka's footing gave way, and despite being a Primarch, he fell to the ground.

Not only him, but the entire world of Colchis was plunged into a strange sense of detachment.

It was as if some transcendent being was tentatively intervening.

"Eribas, hehehe, you've fallen into my hands."

A strange and abrupt voice, seemingly from eternity, exploded in Logar's mind. As the most powerful psionicist in Colchis, even the Primarch could not remain unharmed under Tzeentch's gaze.

Fortunately, the Lord of Changes did not focus his gaze on him, but rather on Eribas, who was now just a head and whose soul was about to be torn apart by Kahn's ascension to demonhood.

"That being, almost like a father—"

Luo Jia stood up and reached out to protect her brother, who was swaying from side to side and about to be blown away, as he was clinging to her legs.

His face was worried, though he felt neither fear nor reverence, for he had found a higher purpose in his faith.

However, we must still recognize the gap in objective strength.

Aaron, however, didn't have so many thoughts. He clung to his brother's leg, his whole body almost billowing horizontally in the wind, and shouted:

"What is that thing? It looks like the whole world was blown by a huge wind. It's so amazing."

Luo Jia stared directly at the vortex in the sky. The bright blue light easily destroyed the previous red vortex, but the power behind the light could not materialize even a fraction of its form.

"Eribus, wake up! You are my servant now! Not a clown who makes fun of chaos."

He issued a declaration to tamper with the heavens, but unexpectedly, this bastard ended up in his own hands.

The skull of Eribus in Kahnbos's possession was not offered to Khorne; it was absorbed and taken away.

Then, everything gradually returned to calm, and the long-awaited sunlight pierced through the clouds, turning the skull peak into a place of light.

Kahn clenched his fists in anger. Eribas had been demonized. To kill him next time, the Lord of the Skull would have to do it himself, or with the help of—

Kahn looked up and gazed at the stars in the sky.

The power of the God-Emperor annihilates the demons.

Click!

Bosch's head fell to the ground, the enchantment was removed, and Kahn returned to the warp. The Skull Peak no longer held any power from the dark gods.

A war fortress was won with only the loss of one person, Eribus.

Once the gale subsided, Aaron landed on the ground, panting.

"Huff, huff, so Irebas was chosen by the demon long ago? But it feels like that thing is eating a piece of excrement it has to eat. It's disgusting to eat, but it's in big trouble if it doesn't."