Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Therefore, Nagas can also be called Chimera.

Many of the genetic monsters previously sent to Macedonia and the Teutonic coast were taken from Nagas by the benevolent father.

Therefore, theoretically, Typhons, as a hybrid of Barbarosian alien and human, is also a manifestation of his own authority.

However, reproductive isolation wasn't something that humans overcame on their own; rather, it was because humans at that time were too adventurous with their activities, and it had nothing to do with it.

The upper body of this great demon was not the human body that people thought it had, but a withered cat. Half of its body was rotten and decayed, while the other half had an elephant trunk growing out of its nose, which was used as a tool for self-entertainment by rolling up a fleshy ball of some unknown species.

“Typhons, step aside. The Father is engrossed in His great study. You should fulfill your purpose in the material world, instead of constantly demanding the Father’s favor.”

Naga, a rat living in the Father's cabin, coiled its serpentine body. When the cursed one's flames were about to spread from the garden to the cabin, it was the Father's broad back that blocked the attack, preventing Naga from being reduced to ashes.

Although it was Mortarion who ultimately brought the despicable Guilliman into Nurgle Gardens, thus inviting the attack of the Cursed.

But in its eyes, Mortarion at least possessed the essence of the warp, was a part of them, and was also the beloved treasure of its loving father.

You, Typhon, are nothing but a fragile material being begging in the garden, yet you always put on such a haughty face and show no respect whatsoever to these great demons.

What, based on how many worlds you've conquered in the real world?

Silly boy, those of us who often show our faces in front of our loving father, and those who are on his mind, are the ones who truly love him!

A loving father does love everyone, but everyone must also find the right way to leave a greater impression on him.

You bury yourself in your work, without any upward management, and you're even being passed on to the legion leader.

What, if one day your loving father declines, do you want to take his place? You're so ambitious!

Naga's serpentine body enveloped the kneeling Typhon, its trunk symbolically patting the dust off him, creating a strong sense of unease.

"If you insist on seeing the Father, then kneel here. In any case, time will not change in the garden unless it is the power of the cursed. You will not perish the moment you step into the garden."

"Whatever fears and pains you may experience, just endure them; this is also part of our spiritual practice."

Nagas did not make things too difficult for Typhon, but simply described the current situation in a calm manner.

That's the attitude it's trying to project, making it impossible for you to tell whether it has malicious intent or not.

Typhons felt nauseous; even the most benevolent father could harbor such cunning schemes.

He stretched out his arm and pushed away the coiled snake's body, a movement that looked exactly like hunting.

He began to slowly disassemble his power armor. As the armor was removed, his Astartes body, which appeared to be uncontaminated, was revealed, but he was extremely weak.

"Father above, please allow your servant to plead for your help, I... I am dying!"

"It must be the curse of the false emperor. I can't find any changes in my body, but everything is decaying. My soul, the soul that you have looked upon, feels like it's being torn in two! I... I'm in so much pain!"

He ignored Naga's advice and howled in front of the black wooden house.

Nagas indeed glimpsed two souls within Typhon's body—

A dual-soul being?

What secrets is this little guy hiding?

It took it upon itself to extend its power to spy, but then it was quickly jolted awake, wondering what if there was a psionic bomb hidden inside.

These Space Marines were once as loyal to the Cursed as they are now to the Father.

If that loyal Typhon's soul were to emerge and self-destruct with a golden psionic energy, it would risk death.

However, to its relief, the other end of the soul that was tearing apart within Typhon did not show any violent psionic intent, nor did it even show any pain.

The only one suffering was the torn half of Typhon.

That pure soul even displayed a terrifying calm, its gaze silently surveying the Nurgle Garden, which could have defiled and tainted all souls, as if it were just an ordinary place.

Then, the soul began to dissipate, not to perish, but to be broken down and separated, and to be reassembled elsewhere.

What power allows one to freely enter and exit Nurgle's Garden?

It should be noted that even the cursed can only descend after Mortarion pulls Guilliman's vessel into the garden!

Naga's thoughts entered a terrifying stillness, then she let out a piercing scream:

"Enemy attack!"

"Summon the wizard!"

Among the Nurgle demons, there are also wizards and servants who specialize in psychic powers. "Build a psychic defense and capture this corrupted soul!"

In their eyes, a soul that is too pure represents filth in the garden.

As Nagas shrieked, the demons who had been watching the spectacle and even playing music panicked and unleashed their psionic or demonic power at Typhons.

Given the sheer scale of their attack and Typhon's current inability to resist, they could probably kill this Astartes who hadn't yet ascended to demonic status.

Naga's face was filled with terror as she swung her serpentine body to blast away the force:

"A bunch of idiots, it's that guy!"

I don't know if these colleagues disliked Tuffs and did this on purpose.

But Nagas really didn't dare let Typhons die in front of it; it could only make things a little difficult within its authority.

If this working fellow were to die, and the loving father realized it, they would be in big trouble.

The demons hastily redirected their power, transforming it into a vast net, and headed towards that pure soul.

I just had a momentary lapse in vision and my mind was foggy.

Now that they had found their target, the demons, who represented the most powerful area of ​​influence of the Nurgle demons around the Blackwood, all entrusted their psychic energy to the Chaos Wizard for guidance, ultimately tightening their grip completely.

This kind of witchcraft could probably directly bind the soul of the original body, let alone the soul of a mere mortal.

As long as Typhons doesn't ascend to demonhood, he remains just a mortal in their eyes.

These nets eventually tightened into a small bag opening, which fell into the trunk of Nagath.

It let out a long breath: "Phew—that was close, you almost died—wait, no! Why is your soul still dying!"

Nagas looked at the soul that had been torn apart. Logically, only half of Typhon's will should have remained. However, after discovering that the other party's soul had lost half of its length, it entered a state of oblivion, or even had been erased from time.

Time began to materialize in the Nurgle Gardens, signifying that this change was in progress and could not be maintained or frozen by relying on the temporal chaos of the warp.

The authority of the benevolent father has been overridden—the last time such a terrible thing happened was when the cursed were consumed by fire.

Naga's serpentine body pounded violently against the hillside, ignoring Typhon, who was being erased from time. The demons, sharing Naga's deduction in anguish, also fled into the wooden house, fearing that if they turned back, they would see the golden sun rise again in the garden.

Only a relatively large number of low-level demons, especially the Nurgles, hopped and skipped toward Typhons' body.

Some Nurgles were very interested in the power armor that Typhons had taken off, and they stuffed themselves inside it, one forming the head and the other forming the arm.

Assembled piece by piece, it actually looks somewhat decent.

Then he began clumsily maneuvering the power armor, making all sorts of comical movements.

Naga said in a low voice:

"Come here, come here!"

It still considered its fellow demons as a loving family and couldn't bear to see these Nurgle demons being devoured by the terrible changes that would follow.

The Nurgle power armor didn't quite understand, it just circled around Typhon until a pair of dark eyes opened beneath the power armor.

These Nurgle spirits began to merge, and a grand will descended.

"Is this the messianic power that Xin Liezhi spoke of?"

[Nurgle Herald] spread his power armor arms, grasped the tormented head of Typhons, and lifted it high.

The Nurgle demons hiding under the eaves of the wooden house trembled with fear, knowing that their benevolent father had awakened and was about to intervene.

The loving father crushed Typhon's flesh and head, and brain matter and bone fragments fell from the gaps in the power armor, but His hand still held Typhon's remaining soul.

"The time has come, Typhons. Now I grant you my eternal servant."

[Servant] instead of [son].

Typhons was incapable of thinking; all he wanted now was to survive, conveying an endless desire for submission.

The loving father placed the soul in his hand into the mouth of this body. Although Nurgle was a low-ranking demon, its power composition was no different from that of a powerful demon.

Not to mention that these were creations he personally crafted, enough to make Typhons, after ascending to demonhood, even stronger than before.

"The Messiah is nothing more than this, snatching half a soul and then fleeing. It does, in a way, reveal another side of Typhon to me."

The loving father dismissed the scene from earlier, unaware that others who retrieve things from a cesspool wouldn't necessarily scoop out excrement as a treasure.

Chapter 408 Helios, the Mortalian Humanoid Weapon (3K)

Barbaros and Mortarian were lying on the ground, their mouths pried open by Xiao An, and hot soup was being poured into them while they were stammering.

"Drink up! Why aren't you drinking!"

The brat who called himself his brother didn't get involved in Typhon's affairs inside the house; instead, he went around looking for people to drink his soup.

For ordinary people, a bowl of hot soup is indeed nice. Although they had seen the source of the soup before, it had been purified by the artificial sun Helios, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, Mortalian was somewhat troubled. Although Helios had comforted him considerably, he still needed a quiet environment to be alone and wait for Typhon's outcome.

It feels like she's about to give birth inside.

Just as he was trying to clear his mind of thoughts that might have been influenced by this bastard uncle, Xiao An, who was handing out soup everywhere, saw him and asked Xiao Mo if he had drunk any.

Xiao Mo didn't say anything, he just told the brat to get lost.

This really touched Xiao An's heart. How could his good younger brother not taste his new creation?

Thus, the childhood Primarch unleashed power no less than that of Mortalian's so-called adult Primarch, pinning him down, straddling Mortalian's neck, and pouring soup into him.

During their struggle, Mortarian sensed that the little brat's internal energy generation structure was almost identical to his own.

That is, they are indeed brothers, and may even be the product of the same physical template and the combination of genes from the same pair of parents.

"What are you doing, uh-huh, vomiting!"

And so, Xiao An poured a whole bowl of hot soup into Xiao Mo's mouth. Xiao An even thoughtfully used her own bib to wipe Xiao Mo's mouth clean before getting up, satisfied.

"Xiao Mo, you can't skip meals."

He seemed unaware of the impropriety of his actions, and turning away to prevent Xiao Mo from getting revenge, he began searching for other people who were unwilling to drink the soup, starting his hunt.

With only a trace of water remaining at the corner of her mouth, Xiao Mo silently got up, her throat still a little sore.