Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron asked curiously, "But the fallen angel's head should have been cut off by that monster, not by you."

Ryan nodded and said, "I restrained him immediately and was even willing to give him a chance to repent. Because of this delay, the monster appeared and attacked me. So I threw the fallen angel at him."

"The bluebird also lost an arm in the attack. We almost got lost in the forest, but luckily a crow guided us to a relatively safe place, where we temporarily escaped the monster."

Ryan was also puzzled and said:

"The monster's features resembled those of a raven, with sharp black feathers at the edge of the mist, and red pupils and sharp shapes inside."

Aaron stopped him, saying:

"No, the crow was a helper; it was the one that led me to the bluebird. I guess it might be a coincidence."

"By the way, did you find the sacred artifact? Also, if you leave now, where will you end up? Will you still be in that dangerous place?"

Ryan shook his head and said:

"The relic is nowhere to be found; all that is known is that it fell deep into the forest. The Dark Eldar are servants of the Lord of Pleasure, and after the Third Legion fell, they also submitted to the Lord of Pleasure. They must have collaborated to create a trap for me; the relic may not even exist, but was merely bait to lure me in."

He looked somewhat apologetically at Leilian, who was listening quietly and gracefully beside him:

"I'm sorry, my friends, for dragging you into this mess. From the very beginning, I was their target. The sacred artifact was nothing but a fabricated lie, or something that has long been lost to history."

Leilian bowed her head in greeting, maintaining an elegant demeanor.

“It is my honor to be called a friend by the great Leon Al Johnson. If, as you say, this was a trap set for you, then the news of your awakening might have spread much sooner.”

Lerian's gray-silver hair is very rare; Aaron has only ever seen his aunt Athena with a similar condition.

The latter noticed Aaron's gaze, responded politely, and smiled slightly.

If his father had even half of Rilian's polite manners, Aaron would have dared to ignore the old man and travel alone without worrying about his father being stuffed into an alley and beaten.

Ryan remained calm, looking at the table in front of him, controlling the urge to slap it.

"We are in the dark side of the empire, and the flow of information is somewhat hindered, but the situation is still under control."

Aaron said with dissatisfaction, "He's worried about your safety, while you're still thinking about the implications of the situation. At least think about yourself."

Ryan sighed, "I didn't quite understand my father's situation before, but now—"

He raised a hand, plucked a gray hair, placed it in his palm, and his eyes were somewhat dull.

"If people have to go through some kind of pain to grow, I can't even imagine what my father's mindset is now, sitting on his throne, watching the world?"

Aaron also realized what Ryan meant; he himself was indeed unrestrained and would die after living for six hundred years.

And the younger brothers will only have more and more responsibilities on their shoulders.

Not to mention the extent of suffering that propelled their extremely lazy father to the throne of human emperor.

When Lerian pulled out Ryan's hair, she felt a little awkward and almost jumped off her chair.

The old lion had no chance of discovering him, but he still felt a sense of dread, as if his wig might suddenly be ripped off.

This old lion's special attack on other people's heads has become a tradition.

“Let’s get back to more practical issues.” Aaron had to steer the conversation back on track, instead of calling it a family psychological meeting. Little did he know that if a family meeting were to be held, Leilian would be quite suitable to be here.

“How do we get to safety? Ryan, how long will it take you to defeat that monster if no one else is around?”

Ryan rubbed his eyes and sighed:

“It’s difficult. I can guarantee my own safe departure, but taking others with me will result in losses. That thing is elusive and its attack method is mostly to sever limbs. I might have to take a whole bunch of human stumps with me when I leave the cursed area.”

Leilian was amused by these words. He seemed to be optimistic all the time, and even in the "ember" stage of a resurgence, he didn't hide his joy and laughed heartily:

“I like your sense of humor, Ryan. I don’t know if you had the same trait ten thousand years ago. If you did, you would have been the most popular of all the Primarchs.”

Ryan was getting restless, unaware of Relian's true identity, which prevented him from perceiving the metaphorical meaning in her words.

Aaron pressed, "So, you couldn't catch that monster?"

Ryan nodded emphatically:

"That's right, I'm not good at finding people who play hide-and-seek, even on my home turf."

Leilian laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, bent over, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Hide and seek, that's so apt."

A lion is a big cat.

He still knew about the anecdotes from when Coz was on the Lion's ship, including the fact that there was actually a fourth Primarch present in the Second Reich.

"Alright, stop laughing." Ryan tried to calm himself down: "If I can make that thing visible and unable to dodge my attack, I can take it down in three rounds."

"Or we can only end the curse. I'll go out to a safe place first, and then open the forest entrance."

Aaron leaned back in his chair and murmured:

"Another cursed area. I just saw Ruth not long ago; he was trapped in Slaanesh's Ring of Gluttony—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ryan hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth. Because of the difference in size between the Primarch and his Primarch, Aaron felt as if Ryan was holding his entire head in his hand.

“Aaron, do not speak of the name of the Lord of Pleasure. Many of our current allies are Eldar, whose souls have long been coveted by evil gods.”

In an instant, Leilian went from being amused to looking terrified, falling backward and crashing to the ground along with the chair.

Ryan sighed, "You can't call out the names of demons directly, or you'll attract their attention. Aaron, even if you're unaffected, be careful of others."

Aaron, feeling somewhat apologetic, approached Leilian, took out the fragments of the space necromantic architecture he had collected, and handed them to him:

"I'm sorry, you can take this for now. My father said it's not very useful, it can only be used temporarily to slightly resist some of the subspace pollution."

Leilian was simply panicked, sitting on the ground and moving backward, unable to stand up.

Just like Aaron, who was half-squatting in front of him and reaching out to hand him something, he was an indescribable and unfathomable eerie being.

Who exactly is this person who can casually utter the name of the Fourth Ancient One without being affected at all?

Where did Ryan find this helper?

Could it be that when Father had his eldest son, he also had two?

A purple glint flashed in Leilian's eyes, which even her wig couldn't conceal.

Ryan reacted quickly, striking out with a palm strike that knocked him unconscious, thankfully without hitting his head or wig.

He assumed that Aaron had just mentioned Slaanesh's name, and that the two of them were unharmed, but that as a mortal, Relian was inevitably being watched by the evil god.

Relian fainted, but the purple aura around her persisted and grew even stronger. Then, Ryan sighed:

“Brother, this is the power of the evil god. Just being aware of its existence is enough to corrupt it. If we cannot expel these powers, I will have to kill it.”

Brother? No, with Ryan's impulsive personality, when would he ever call someone brother?

In other words, that means—what does it mean to call my older brother's older brother!

Ugly Phoenix looked completely bewildered, unable to comprehend the terrifying twists and turns brought about by these titles.

Chapter 371 The "Perfect" Phoenix, Tzeentch Visits Slaanesh (3K)

Aaron took a deep breath, filled with regret that he hadn't realized the difference in times.

In the past, the power of the Four Gods was difficult to penetrate, and besides, when that old man in the family cursed, he would name names.

He only realized today that in the future, mentioning the name of the Fourth Ancient One would bring disaster to people's eyes.

Damn it, we have to find a way to kill those four older guys.

Aaron simply couldn't accept the existence of a transcendent being in this world who could manipulate others at will simply by being called by their first name.

He couldn't help but speak to Relian, whose body was almost completely enveloped and corrupted by purple energy, and who seemed poised to sprout chaotic limbs at any moment:

"Demon, retreat from the body of mortal!"

At the same time, he reached out and placed the black stone in his hand into Leilian's hand, and they shook hands.

In that instant, the unconscious Leilian let out a shrill scream, her body jerked up, her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes almost turned into vertical pupils.

A forked tongue and venomous fangs will grow from its mouth.

Ryan had already raised his sword, ready to silently send this friend, with whom he had not known much, on his way.

Until Leilian screamed:

"Ryan, I curse you!"

It was as if some grand will had descended, and then all changes returned to calm, and the signs of corruption disappeared and vanished.

When Leilian, or rather, Ugly Phoenix, opened her eyes again, she felt an even greater fear.

If humanity can avoid being corrupted by relying on devout faith and unwavering will to call upon the great name of the Four Ancient Ones and by residing in sacred places.

Then someone like this, casually reciting the name of a sinner, is an entity that can easily dispel its own malice—

Oh no, he's been sealed away!

Relian introspected, and the unease had transformed into a real, cold serpent, coiling around her.

For the next thirty Terra days, the demon body cannot be recreated unless it is killed and banished.

His physical body was indeed confined to a completely harmless human body, and a feeling of fragility and powerlessness instantly spread and occupied his soul.

Even when I was the Primarch, I never experienced such weakness.

In other words, compared to ignoring the name of Slaanesh and casually expelling malice—

The most terrifying thing is the ability to turn yourself into a human being with just one sentence!

Even Slaanesh was deeply skeptical that he could do that.

If it is a blessing or test bestowed by his own authority, Slaanesh can elaborate on the script, placing the target into a corresponding role, and even allowing the immortals to be resurrected from the mechanical bodies of space necromancers.

It is unclear whether this power originates from any authority or was created arbitrarily.

Leilian's breath caught in her throat as she recalled a taboo statement from the past.

Before creating the Primarch, the first person the father wanted to create was himself.

If twenty emperors participated in the Great Expedition, the Four Gods would have no chance of victory.

But all positions are predetermined (Tyrion is dissatisfied), there can only be one Lord of Man, and he can only create "inferior products", that is, the Primarch.

Yes, it was because I was not perfect that I chose to betray the father who created me.