Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

A father who cannot create a perfect version of himself is naturally guilty, and he must pursue perfection in his own way.

But now it seems that the father has succeeded?

The individual he has been hiding, created before the Primarch, is not like the Thunder Warriors who are considered a flaw in Astartes.

Or is it a perfect body?

No, why is this happening!

He should be the perfect one!

Father, if you had such power, you shouldn't have created us in the first place.

Lelian grew increasingly terrified and dared not look Aaron in the eye. Unable to calm her anger, she fainted again.

Indeed, he is now in a mortal body, neither possessing the original body's powerful physique nor the formless and shapeless nature of a demon.

Experiencing the psychological gap firsthand, especially after the ideals one has pursued throughout life are shattered, is naturally unbearable.

Aaron turned to look at Ryan, who had already lowered his sword:

“It has nothing to do with me. I’ve heard Dante mention the deeds of the living saint. The fragment you just mentioned in your hand was something Father mentioned that could resist corruption. Perhaps that’s why the malice was dispelled.”

"The mortal body is fragile. Fainting during extreme highs and lows can actually be a form of protection. At least for now, it seems that the demon of the Lord of Pleasure orchestrated this curse against me."

Aaron suddenly understood, but still asked with doubt:

"Father's words have this power? Then I'll ask Xiao Pei for a phonograph and have him record some curses against demons, so you can use them when you encounter demons later."

Upon hearing the name Peturabo, Ryan felt dizzy again and sat blankly in his chair.

"Ever since I met you, different memories have started appearing in my mind. Peturabo has caused me a lot of trouble."

"Haha, I hope your new timeline will have a good ending, but on our side—"

Aaron and Ryan said in unison, "Is the future completely ruined?"

This was also one of my father's verbal tices; he always liked to adapt popular phrases from different eras.

Perhaps it's because he's been avoiding communicating with his child as a father in this era. Facing the present means taking responsibility.

Using past and future identities means there is still room for maneuver, and you don't have to deal with the current affairs.

“Then I’ve got an idea,” Aaron said happily, pulling more fragments out of his pocket. “I brought quite a few of these with me before. If they all have the great power that Father spoke of, you can use them to suppress the monsters.”

“My father said that the laws of nature are unchanging. If they change, it is because of the influence of subspace forces. If the opponent loses that unpredictable ability, he will not be a match for you.”

Ryan was somewhat helpless; his previous deductions were just offhand remarks.

However, upon closer reflection, I realized that after returning to the camp, I started complaining and even missed my father's previous teasing.

At least after being tricked by my father, the benefits I received were real.

Look at this time, as soon as trouble came up, my brother immediately sent over the things that our father had blessed to resolve the crisis.

How can anyone believe that the thing on the throne isn't a god?

Sigh, forget about independent thinking, let's just say "this must be the power of the emperor".

(Khan: Brother, now you understand!)

Ruth: What are you all surprised about? Isn't this just the usual practice?

Ryan opened his hands, letting Aaron pour the debris into them, then clenched his fist and embedded the fragments into the power armor.

"I rested for a while, and then set off to find the monster. I just don't quite understand why the Lord of Pleasure's plans, which are usually quite conventional, would suddenly give birth to such a demon with such a unique style."

"And—if the situation becomes truly dire, you can extricate yourself. Just as Father said, this is not your time, and all the evil and suffering have nothing to do with you."

Ryan put his hood back on, and Aaron noticed a winged helmet in the camp that was the right size for a Primarch, which he had never seen Ryan wear before.

Recalling the headless Chaos Astartes he had seen before, Aaron couldn't help but speak:

"Why don't you wear a helmet? It's better than a hood for protection."

Ryan, who was all ready to go, was a little slow to react and had no choice but to turn around. Some of the little green-robed figures who had been hiding nearby rushed out, and some of them carried the unconscious Leilian to rest.

Others cheered and brought over the helmet, helping Ryan put it on.

The last two small figures in green robes pointed at Aaron, seemingly making some comments.

But when Aaron looked over, the little people quickly fell silent and dared not move.

Ryan's voice came from beneath his helmet; once his aged face was hidden, he seemed to have returned to his younger self:

"They say they saw you more than 10,000 years ago. Ah, time travel, it's truly amazing."

Leon Al Johnson, wielding Loyalty (physical version), strode out of his forest and into the region where sharp shadows resided.

Aaron wasn't sleepy; he just wanted to sit down and rest for a while. When he arrived at the camp dormitory area, he looked at Leilian lying down and sleeping peacefully next door. He had a feeling that this person was bound to die, but dying on the path that Leilian herself was pursuing might be a kind of happiness.

Ugh, what a jinx! I really need to be careful with my words and not let them lead to trouble. My father has already given me a serious warning about this.

Adding to the trouble caused by casually mentioning the name of an evil god, Aaron felt he needed to be more careful with his words.

Unlike his father, he knew when he was wrong and corrected it.

And Adachi, he doesn't think he's wrong, so why should he change?

Meanwhile, in the realm of Slaanesh, a keeper of secrets delivers a golden doll possessed by the demon Tzeentch into its master's demon palace.

Looking up, one sees light gauze curtains, graceful singing and dancing, and nothing like that.

The most magnificent veil, hanging from the "sky," seemed to descend like an umbilical cord, covering the most beautiful figure in the entire universe.

"Vashtor's dolls? I've already said I'm not interested in inanimate objects."

Salis only tried making the gold-plated doll a few times, when Vashtor had to convince himself to forge Katherine's soul to lure Evil Steel.

With Evil Steel's death, the plan naturally vanished.

The Keeper of the Secrets is a Slaanesh demon, though the name sounds like it belongs to Tzeentch's side.

Its ugly, noisy voice rang out dryly:

“My lord, this is a gift from the Lord of All Changes, and it contains a secret message.”

Sally's figure was concealed behind layers of cover, but his voice had already reached the doll. The magic of his voice removed the doll, freeing himself from his demonic possession.

Otherwise, the keeper of the secret will have to bear this burden forever.

Slaanesh's voice hovered around the doll, mocking:

"Shinri, are you also going to follow Vashtor's example and make some foolish plans? Or are you just showing off to me that you've obtained the power of malevolent arts, capable of corrupting Vashtor's puppets?"

The Golden Doll is a commonly recognized female figure. She slowly raises her head, stretches out her long blue hair, and calls upon Slaanesh to prepare clothes for her.

"From today onwards, please call me Athena."

The face transformed into living metal, gradually rotating and twisting until it became a woman's face.

Slaanesh said disdainfully:

"You came here just to borrow a set of clothes?"

Tzeentch sneered, "Of course not. I need the wig on Fugen's head, otherwise I can't disguise myself. Because I calculated that your plan would definitely fail, I came to ask for it in advance."

Slaanesh merely returned to his voice, and from behind the endless obscuration emerged a foot of unknown size, kicking the doll away.

"roll."

The doll drifted peacefully outside Slaanesh's palace, waiting patiently.

Although his behavior was like telling investors, "I predicted your stocks would fall, so give me your money," it's normal for him to get beaten up.

Tzeentch was very patient in waiting for the change to happen.

Slaanesh wants to create a perfect phoenix, huh? Heh heh, he won't succeed.

Chapter 372 Slaanesh's Grand Plan (3K)

However, Slaanesh didn't have much patience. Before long, a great demon swam up and reached out to embrace the golden doll.

"This is my great demon, who controls mechanical love, and I'm speaking to you through its body. Have you already guessed what I'm about to do?"

The great demon enveloped the entire puppet, its body moving freely and intangibly, like lubricant, seeping into every gear and metal part of the gold-plated puppet.

Tzeentch had to distinguish between the inside and the outside in order to avoid truly experiencing the feeling of being manipulated by Slaanesh.

He calmly said:

“We all saw the Messiah, but that’s not important.”

"The most important enemy is still the Cursed. I believe that to become stronger and obtain enough power to defeat the other three by oneself, one must emulate the Cursed and have one's own physical body."

After all, no matter how powerful you are in the subspace, you are still an illusion on a time scale.

If the universe were to perish in billions or tens of billions of years, and there were no more gods in the world, what would these ancient deities do?

Or take advantage of Abaddon's impending tearing of the galaxy apart again to divide the Great Rift into a cross, or even a chaotic eight-pointed star!

The sooner a demon establishes a solid foundation in the real world, the greater its advantage will be.

Vashtor was the first to prepare for this plan, but Vashtor obviously didn't realize that he had become a pawn in Tzeentch's test.

Slaanesh is the second, and His plan is called "The Perfect Phoenix," if Slaanesh, like the Black King, has a physical body.

Even actual offspring.

So even if the Eldar Death God is born and kills Slaanesh, Slaanesh can still imitate the Black King's ritual and get himself stuck in the process of childbirth.

Slaanesh smiled gently, his manipulation of the Great Demon's lubricating oil already reaching the deepest core of the puppet:

“I knew I couldn’t hide it from you. Back in Thebes, that was the first time we joined forces. That green fat guy didn’t have the brains. Mortarion was actually the most suitable vessel for Him, but He truly harbored a bit of love.”

"And that little dog that only knows how to kill people is not worth worrying about; it doesn't have the brains for it."

“So…” Slaanesh’s voice grew increasingly seductive: “We can cooperate. We can even help Vashtor, using its rituals to build up power, and then kick it aside when the time comes. Once we both become gods of the warp and reality—”

Tzeentch wholeheartedly praised the plan. Who would have thought that while the Dark Lord was deciding to destroy the gods, the gods were already thinking about how to become living beings and take over the real world?

“I have an even bigger plan, Salis. Using the Messiah’s timeline as a marker, there are still six hundred years left. Within six hundred years, I will help you gain a physical body, and we will seize it. You will then give birth to the Messiah yourself.”

Almost the instant Tzeentch revealed the plan, Slaanesh was already incredibly excited, wishing that moment would happen right now.

Death is something anyone can have if they want; having a child like the Messiah is the greatest way to solidify one's power.