Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Luo Jia knelt down on one knee and helped his brother up: "That thing? Do you know what it is?"

Aaron paused for a moment before saying, "I heard from Marum and Father that it's called something like Tzeentch. They never explained it to me, but it should be a super demon. It's not a big problem. Our brother Guilliman fights demons."

"He has over 200,000 super soldiers known as Astartes, and you'll probably have a whole bunch of them in the future too."

Loka pondered, "My warriors?"

Aaron nodded seriously:

“That’s right, you might even be genetically related, that’s what Marum said. I don’t know the specifics, but your warriors will regard you as their father.”

He also added, "Remember not to get emotionally involved. I always feel the need to remind you of these things, but I don't know if it will be helpful to you."

Luo Jia stood up, hoisted his brother onto his shoulders, and laughed:

“Let’s talk about that later. Now, let’s go and take over this fortress. With Skull Peak as our base, we will be able to advance unimpeded and destroy the domain of the Dark Gods.”

This wasn't the first time Aaron had been lifted up and sat on the shoulders of a tall person. However, Loga was much taller than Marum, and Aaron had nowhere to put his hands. Looking at Loga's bald head, he always had to suppress an urge to put his arms up.

Aaron asked awkwardly, "So I came here just to see a strong wind and an earthquake? You didn't actually experience any danger?"

Luo Jia casually replied, "Perhaps, but actually I don't think the previous times were—"

The Primarch's voice trailed off, his brow furrowed, and he felt the earth tremble beneath his feet.

aftershock?

Luo Jia reached out and held her brother tightly: "I have to speed up, hold me tight."

Aaron had no choice but to hug his younger brother's bald head and watch his vision begin to close infinitely in front of him.

The younger brother beneath her, who was running in human form, displayed a speed far surpassing that of leopards on the grasslands.

Even the sound of the wind is almost inaudible.

Fortunately, Luo Jia's large hand supported her waist, preventing her from falling off the bed.

With the Primarch running at full speed, Aaron finally felt the same way Chagatai had when he restrained White Scar.

Before long, they all saw that a section of the cliff had collapsed in front of them, revealing the scalding hot spring water inside.

This is definitely not a force of nature.

Originally, Lojia's guards were being washed by these springs, their skin scalded red, their bodies howling and thrashing on the ground, bloody scars rubbed off by the gravel, forming filthy, dizzying, and frenzied characters.

"Warriors of the One True God, come to my side!"

"You can resist the corruption of those dark gods!"

Loka jumped off the cliff, making sure to place Aaron on the edge to prevent his mortal brother from getting hurt.

The scalding spring water was stained with the blood of the guards, and the heat of the water caused a putrid smell to spread.

"It was Tzeentch's doing; that thing left a trap before it left."

The moment Luo Jia touched the spring water, he realized who was toying with them.

His loyal guards had already staggered out of the scalding spring, no longer struggling, their skin and nerves stripped of their pain, just as the little spell Bileny had used.

Jianqi sniffed one of his hands. It was alright; it didn't smell bad. He had the ability to isolate himself from the power of the filthy.

The demons under his command cannot be used indiscriminately; the old rules should still be followed, using magic to numb the pain.

No one cared whether Tzeentch's hands were rotten or not. The moment Loka jumped into the filthy spring, the guards had already pierced their own pupils and ripped out their eyeballs.

His blood-stained face radiated an ecstatic joy at knowing everything.

He excitedly rushed towards Luo Jia.

"Saints, we have found the only truth!"

"Quick, come join us!"

"Witness the ultimate truth of the world!"

The spring water splashed as the guards trampled it, and their forms—no, their individual shapes—were already distorted and swollen.

Luo Jia clenched his fists and cursed under his breath, "Demon!"

More than 10,000 years later, on the battlefield.

An entire mountain range is being stripped away from subspace.

These are living fragments torn from a planet, carrying the chaotic aura of something long corrupted by the warp.

Although the Word Bearers’ main stronghold in the warp is Cycarius, which is occupied by Cole Fallon.

(Cato Cicarius: What the hell, you have the same name as me?)

But a portion of Colchis continued to be collected and stripped away over these ten thousand years.

An endless, ever-boiling torrent of filthy water is cascading down the mountains, washing over the asteroid that has become a battlefield.

The two Chaos Wizards accomplished this feat together, with dozens of Word Bearers Chaos Astartes behind them.

"This is a piece of Kolchis's flesh and blood, the Primarch's homeland. Once we transform this asteroid and crash it into the Radiance of Macragge, even if it is shattered at close range, the scattered chaotic energy will be enough to corrode the surrounding ships."

A Chaos Wizard turned and smiled at the captain of the Word Bearer squad:

“I, Jarvan Flann, servant of the great Treachery, have completed my mission. With this bait, the shadow will be temporarily drawn, and your masters will have a chance to break free.”

Chapter 43 Guilliman's fixed phrase: late

The Radiance of Macragge and the Regent's fleet are about to leave the warp ahead.

This was the result of the two Chaos Wizards personally praying to the Lord of Change.

Then the Word Bearers will cover Guilliman with the filthy waters of Colchis. The raven that lingers in the shadows will then hesitate.

And even to the point of relaxing vigilance against the true Lord who cherishes words.

However, hundreds of Terra hours later, the Fountain of Sewage had completely polluted the asteroid, and there was still no sign of the Radiance of Macragge arriving.

So much so that the Word Bearers team, who had risked their lives to come to the real world, looked at the two Chaos Wizards with suspicion.

Gray Snean, the squad leader and a blessed son, moved his power armor toward Javin.

“I’m afraid the Lord of Change has tricked us again. Cole Fallon didn’t give us much time, and I don’t want to get stabbed by that dagger in his hand again. Javin, tell us the real time.”

Gryphon's power armor isn't even corrupted, but it retains many open interfaces, seemingly prepared for some kind of transformation state.

The paint, which was as red as hawthorn, took shape all over the power armor, and then scriptures were written in gold lettering.

"It looks like a food package. I heard that Slaanesh likes to write tally marks all over it."

This is how LeBron, the demon inside Graeme, evaluates his own wet body appearance.

The so-called blessed child is an enchanted warrior who can freely switch between human and demon forms.

The downside is that when humans die, the demons also perish, instead of returning to the warp.

Of course, all the original Blessed Children have been wiped out by the Imperial Guard and the even more powerful shadows of the warp.

By the time of Gray's generation, the relationship between the warriors and the demons within them was no longer as good.

The wizard Javen rubbed his withered arms. His face was handsome, but the skin below his neck was sharply contrasted with it. He spoke in a somber voice from within his tattered hood:

"The Lord of All Changes has His own plan, and He Himself prophesied the meeting of Loka and Guilliman. Therefore, your master will surely be freed."

Gray remained silent. If the Lord of Changes were to personally tell this Chaos Wizard, he would indeed have no right to doubt.

Jia Wen seized the opportunity to make fun of them:

“You are the blessed son, while Cole Fallon is just a cobbled-together fellow, not a true Astartes. What is there to fear?”

Gray clenched his fist, his tone turning hateful: "There's no need to sow discord among us fellow believers. Just do what you're supposed to do."

Paji——

A crisp sound of footsteps hitting the water rang out, and Gray's keen hearing as an Astartes made him instantly look in the corresponding direction.

There is nothing there.

Impossible. His keen intuition has helped him escape countless life-or-death crises; there's no way he could have made a wrong judgment.

"Brothers of the Word Bearers! Prepare for battle!"

As one of the few rebel legions that maintained a sound legional order, the largest number of Word Bearers were still countless warrior brothers.

It could even be said that, apart from their religious beliefs, they appeared no different from the Astartes Empire.

So much so that at the very beginning of the betrayal, some Word Bearers who clearly used Chaos Psionic Power were still able to pretend to fight the Orcs alongside the Ultramarines.

At that time, the departments within Ultramarines that had similar roles to ordinary political commissars were either completely offline or too careless.

Otherwise, how could they dare to cooperate with these "brothers" who had just knelt before their own fathers, who might harbor some resentment, and who seemed to be at odds with each other?

The Chaos Wizard was less vigilant; Tzeentch had spoken, and the future would only develop in the direction predicted by the Holy Tzeentch.

Why be so anxious?

Perhaps they are just fragmented forms born from small amounts of chaotic energy that fell from the Corruption Mountains and came to the real world for the first time.

It was just a temporary relocation; without any real support, it shattered into pieces.

Snapped!

A splash of water exploded, and this time, everyone could see the trace of the splash.

Gray roared, reaching out to slap the side of his power armor, ready to unleash the demon within him and transform into an enchanted warrior.

Jia Wen still didn't feel any danger. He looked at his taciturn companion and chuckled softly:

"These Space Marines are so vigilant. Is this what you call a warrior's instinct? Ha! Faced with an overwhelming force of absolute strategy, any warrior can only bow to fate."

Bang!

This time, a huge wave was created, along with massive ripples from something thrown out, crashing into the crowd.

That transcendent being was walking through the filthy spring, and judging from the waves, its size was almost identical to that of the original.

This caused Gray's initial vigilance to relax slightly.

Finally, everyone saw the image of a bald giant wearing only a wet robe, whose height was almost the height of two Astartes stacked together.

"It's Luo Jia! He has successfully escaped the Shadow's clutches!"