Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It's not about physical erasure or destruction, but about "annihilation"—

Even the ancient four common entities could not escape extinction.

But He cannot describe it, even though He should understand it.

As the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Destruction, how could he be unable to articulate his authority!

Could it be because he's still a human being?

The Emperor stumbled and fell to the ground, right on the floor of the Vengeance Soul.

The surroundings were calm, except for the pool of his son's body.

His consciousness began to fade until someone helped him up and carried him on their back.

When he opened his eyes again, he watched as his thoughts were torn to shreds and scattered across the Milky Way.

Only the closest one, the one that belongs to man, burns fiercely, its golden flames surpassing all others.

The world can hardly know the source of the radiance of that golden throne and the supreme starlight.

Burning at the stake was a form of sacrifice to the gods; the person did not know to whom they were being offered after being burned.

All he knew was that he was still human.

"Aaron."

The Black King opened his eyes and looked at the golden flames that had begun to burn again inside his cold star.

In scientific terms, the most fundamental combustion reaction in the universe inside a dead sun is restarted.

What does this mean?

A punch landed, and Anda knocked the Black King to the ground, grabbing him by the neck:

"Nothing's wrong, I'm alive!"

"Damn it, how can we not separate? Didn't we agree that I'll always be a human being?!"

The Black King's eyes looked back through history, knowing that all of this was caused by Aaron's prayer.

"Useless trash! We're all one! Did you deliberately ignore what was said in the middle?"

"I can be a god!"

Anda just kept increasing the pressure on his neck, not caring about anything else, he just wanted to kill him first.

"You're equally bad, and you deliberately ignore things that are unfavorable to you, such as the prefix 'bastard'!"

Black King and Anda collided and intertwined within the black star, coalescing into their familiar muscular figures, their sweat and flesh intertwined.

There is no room for maneuver, and no free time.

The sun rose in Ryan's forest.

From within the black sun, enormous golden burning patterns grew and spread out, breaking apart into a brilliant golden flame cross shape.

Gold and black do not replace each other, but complement each other.

Accompanied by the deafening sound of a massive heartbeat, everyone present felt their minds and bodies shaken, their blood surging with the rhythm of the heartbeat, as if they wanted to burst forth from their bodies.

Ryan looked up, his aged face revealing deep disappointment.

Like an old father worrying about the naughtiest child in the family, Tian Gang is really going to settle accounts!

“What scenario are you going to reveal to me this time, Father? Will you let Guilliman trip me up again, or will you let Forgrim appear beside me and tell me that he doesn’t actually like the title ‘Son of the Emperor’?”

Ryan stood up reluctantly, a sense of absurdity welling up within him.

It's like a classmate reunion, with a modern and stylish theme.

As a result, the old father, dressed in a leather overcoat from the last century, drove a tractor, and had a cigar in his mouth, trying to blend in.

He even shouted, "Ryan is my son!"

He simply couldn't stand it.

At this moment, many believers who thought Ryan was the Messiah knelt down and began to pray.

Humans, however, were filled with doubt and uncertainty, especially the two angels of forgiveness, who even had the urge to aim their guns at the sun.

Before confirming that this scene is a miracle of the God Emperor, they must remain cautious and not take sides casually.

They had blindly chosen the wrong side without distinguishing right from wrong, which resulted in the two sides' brothers fighting each other.

In the end, he was branded a fallen angel, a secret his brother kept for life.

"There is no need to be alarmed; this is an image of the Father. I have told you before what I encountered in the forest."

Ryan yelled, stopping his sons from firing at the sun.

At this point, the two Astartes knelt and called upon the Emperor's name, begging for forgiveness.

The star in the sky at that moment resembled a black eye, with a bright golden cross burning in the center of the pupil; each shift in gaze was a massive movement.

The sight of such a moving creature caused dizziness.

"Aaron, forget about that broken sword, hurry up and say something else to make us separate completely!"

Anda threw a fist at the outer shell of the star, like something about to break free.

However, sound cannot be transmitted, and one is forced to engage in a love-hate relationship with a muscular man who is no less muscular than oneself—no, this is practically one's own muscular man, in close proximity.

They were pressing each other down, and they were both struggling to breathe.

The collision and friction between perfectly aligned muscles is a manifestation of power and emotion!

No wonder that some legions in Thebes and later Rome liked to have their soldiers live together shirtless.

This thing really can enhance friendship.

The bluebird also knelt down to pray for such miracles, whether it was genuine admiration or just an act, it had to put on a show.

Aaron, seeing this, was also helpless and went to Ryan's side to ask in a low voice:

"Is this how he played a trick on you? Creating these weird, ridiculous things."

Ryan sighed:

“That’s right. One of the reasons I didn’t publicly announce my return to the Empire was because I was worried that he would cause me some trouble again.”

"Those in the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs who are dissatisfied with Guilliman see this as a good opportunity and are rising up in support of me, wanting to use my banner to attack Guilliman. Don't laugh, this could really happen."

As Aaron listened to Ryan's complaints, he thought of Guilliman's pitiful, busy appearance. He realized that even though Guilliman wasn't old, his soul was.

A bunch of people want to send Ryan, whose physical body is already old, up there again. Are these people really thinking about the Empire?

Aaron suppressed a laugh:

"That sounds really interesting. I wonder what it would be like if you were sitting in that position. The older man seems more composed and authoritative?"

Ryan shook his head violently, as if he had heard some terrible curse:

“I would never even consider that position. It’s a living hell. Guilliman is enough.”

Chapter 346 It still has to be Aaron, to make a fake Kane sword (3K)

"By the way, I need to carry a house over. This old man really makes me feel ashamed."

Ryan got up, and the Primarch indeed walked to the nearest house, lifted it up, and moved it over the table to cover it.

After doing all this, and feeling the gaze from above being blocked, Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was so embarrassing.

“Stand up, there’s no need to pray for him. Just do what you’re supposed to do, and you’ll have a clear conscience.”

Ryan tried to persuade everyone to get up, but apart from the two angels of forgiveness, no one obeyed his command.

Aaron couldn't help but sigh, "More than 40,000 years have passed, and people in the future and people in the past seem to be no different."

He had gathered the information he needed, and suddenly felt sleepy, so he prepared to return.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he reached out and searched his body, finding a fragment.

It is one of the fragments of the necromancer architecture obtained in the Exorcism Zone.

The necromancer's head and the beetle were to be left to Angron as toys, leaving only these fragments on his own body.

"This is for your traveling merchant friend. The caravan will naturally be traveling everywhere. I wonder if the fragments of the space necromancer's architecture can help resist the effects of the warp."

Ryan accepted it, glanced at it, and then paid no more attention to it.

He just thought his brother was a very thoughtful person. He had only mentioned Lerian, and she hadn't even entered the forest, yet Aaron still remembered it so well.

Soon, Aaron slumped into a chair, and only then did the little green-robed figures dare to appear. They rushed out, picked up Aaron's body, and headed to the nearest bedroom to rest.

Ryan thought to himself that the little people should bring a cart over.

Before the little green-robed figures carrying Aaron could even run into the room, their movements suddenly became lighter, and they all started jumping around and making strange noises.

It turned out that Aaron, whom they had been holding, had disappeared without a trace, vanishing completely at some point.

The little people were so frightened that they thought Aaron had died at their hands, and they all sat on the ground, wailing and crying in grief.

Ryan sighed helplessly and tapped the table lightly.

"You all go back and rest. You can come out and clean up the dishes later. He's fine; he just went home."

He then looked around at the crowd kneeling in devotion, who had stopped eating. Only the two angels of forgiveness stood behind him, saying nothing.

Damn it, how did the empire become like this?

There wasn't much trouble when the imperial truth was followed more than 10,000 years ago.

Even in the shadows of the empire today, looking around, it seems that all that remains of the entire human empire are these voices of prayer.

But with so many prayers, and only one father, how can he possibly keep up?

Ryan stopped thinking; he really wasn't the type of person who needed to use his brain.

He carefully put away the fragment of the undead, then closed his eyes to rest, waiting for his father in heaven to finish his commotion before waking up.

Macedonia, 600 BC.

Aaron stretched and sat up in bed.

Looking to the side, I saw that the sky was just beginning to brighten outside the window.