Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He seemed completely unafraid of death, and was even planning for a wonderful future family life.

This gesture filled the child, whose arm was being held tightly by Aaron and unable to break free, with envy—an emotion he had never experienced since growing up in Sodom.

“If you don’t find a way to survive, you will die too.”

The child could only speak in such a sinister tone, whether it was a curse or concern was unclear.

If fate is inevitable, then it doesn't matter if more unlucky people die with you.

This family looks harmonious and peaceful, but what can they do? They're all going to die anyway.

Aaron simply chuckled:

"It's been so long, and I still don't know your name."

The child turned his head away, not daring to look the other person in the eye.

For some reason, he was always afraid of this person's smile, but his body couldn't resist the other person's request, and he had no choice but to say his name:

"Ipra".

Aaron shrugged. “Strange name. Well, Ipra, for the faithful, death is the door to eternal life. Look back, your priests are praying for you.”

He was genuinely pleased by this strange behavior, something that was not seen in Athens, where large-scale sacrifices were not common.

His mother mainly found it troublesome.

Every time you encounter something new, whether good or bad, it's a gain.

Ipra was led forward by Aaron's hand, which even made Angron a little jealous, and he had an inexplicable urge to crush the little brat's head.

But that's just wishful thinking. When he has children and Space Marines in the future, he'll let his sons fight, and he'll only deal with the enemies that the Astartes can't defeat.

I will spend the rest of my time honing my culinary skills.

This is also what my father taught me: to focus my energy on what I like, and just be presentable at other times, since Aaron will take care of them anyway.

Thirty thousand years later, in Barbarossa, and even later still.

Records of Peturabo's visit to this place are unknown, at least not immediately registered in the Imperial Ministry of State Affairs and presented to the Emperor.

He has used the powerful productivity and tax system brought by the Heart of Steel to establish unbreakable ties with a considerable number of Terran government departments, letting those officials know that they are all serving the Empire, and that loyalty to him, Peturabo, is no different from loyalty to the Emperor.

After all, even the mysterious intelligence agents in Macado didn't say anything after they found out. Perhaps it was with the Emperor's tacit approval, wanting to see the abilities of the various Primarchs.

Mortarion is currently away, busy with the Great Crusade. To be honest, the Primarch and the Fourteenth Primarch haven't had much contact. If it weren't for the fact that Barbarus has the environmental conditions needed for biological experiments, there would probably only be a few ordinary Heart of Steel factories here, not worth the Primarch's personal visit.

The power armor of the Iron Warrior Lord pounded forward through the long passage, followed by a ten-man combat squad, the Primarch's Royal Guard.

On both sides, there are elevated walkways specifically designed for people of average build, and passersby remain silent, not daring to disturb them. Many of them are locals from Barbarossa, recruited to work on the peripheral infrastructure of the biological laboratory.

If Aaron were here, he would find that these people were much stronger than when he first met them, and even their skin was rosier.

All of this is due to the Sun Tower built locally, a psionic amplification device in which all the surviving psionicists from the warlord factions are imprisoned. The psionic energy is then uniformly distributed to the central node so that Helios can sit on the highest throne forever and become the sun to dispel the poisonous clouds.

The biology lab is located at the bottom of the Sun Tower, and Xiao Pei wants to visit this uncle first.

He knew that his two uncles, Poseidon and Helios, had been sent here from his brother's time.

After entering the elevator, it took several minutes to reach the top of the tower.

What looks like gold is actually just a building material with a layer of paint on the surface, which makes this place look magnificent, like a pantheon.

Peturabo strolled closer and looked up at the "god" on the throne, whose golden body gleamed but whose posture was somewhat ungraceful.

At least this god was more amiable than my father.

"Hey, fourth brother's here. Poseidon told me about his plans. Little Pony and Little Mor will give you their full support. We'll have the power of the three disciplines—psychic, biological, and mechanical—in our hands. When the time comes, we'll take Terra and oust your father from that position!"

Helios laughed heartily, rose from his throne, and rushed to his good nephew, patting him on the back of the hand.

The fourth brother simply nodded slightly as a gesture of greeting.

A chair suitable for the Primarch's body type would naturally be provided on the Primarch's homeworld.

Helios had planned for all the Primarchs to come to Barbaros to visit him, and he made a corresponding chair for each of the twenty Primarchs.

Once the environmental redevelopment of Barbaros is completed, it might just become the second Terran!

Xiao Pei sat down, and the Space Marines behind her presented her with a box, about the size of an average person's arm:

This is one of the gifts Aaron left with me. Strangely, it appeared some time after one of his departures. I recognized it as his brother's arm. But it's too small for me; I can't use it.

The box was opened, revealing a right gauntlet that resembled a single powered arm component. The material had been treated with some kind of psionic energy and was no longer recognizable.

Its surface doesn't have any dazzling brilliance that makes it look like a divine weapon; it's just an extremely ordinary combat component.

"The psionic personnel trained by the Iron Warriors in Prospero reported the data to Poseidon for confirmation. This power arm is capable of contending with most of the powerful beings in the material world. Even my father."

Xiao Pei's voice was unhurried, carrying the engineering rationality unique to the Iron Warrior of today, simply stating the facts.

But to Helios, it sounded like celestial music, and he was completely captivated.

His lips grew dry and his mouth became parched. He said hurriedly:

"This...this is for me? With this, I can finally beat up Neos! God, I've never given up on this idea in my entire life. I'm going to beat up all those brothers and sisters who used to look down on me, punch after punch with my Solar Flare!"

As one of the lowest-ranking warriors among the immortals, Helios had never longed for this arm so much.

If he had known earlier that Aaron's creations were this powerful, he should have kept more of them.

Xiao Pei patiently guided him, and the Primal's keen hearing allowed him to discern the intensity of the other's breathing and heartbeat, which greatly pleased him.

“That’s right, take it, return to Terra, and defeat my father.”

After suffering several defeats in the father-son fighting competition, Xiao Pei's determination to defeat his father never changed, but after being beaten so many times, he became a little smarter.

When you encounter a new solution, you know you need to conduct an experiment first.

Uncle Helios, as an immortal being, best fits the criteria. Even if he fails to defeat his father while wielding this arm and is beaten to death by his father, it doesn't matter!

He will learn from each failure and he will definitely succeed!

Helios's breathing was so violent that he could hardly maintain it and was about to suffocate. It was only when Little Pei knelt down on one knee and gently tapped the latter's back that the kind uncle was able to recover.

Helios took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and reached out to lift his arm, placing it on his right arm.

In that instant, a divine light shone forth, turning into a white-gold color, as if a more magnificent power had sublimated Helios's abilities.

"I have everything I need now!"

Helios roared and threw his fist out of thin air. The psionic amplification device of the Sun Tower shone brightly, completing the three-year-long air purification work in Barbarus ahead of schedule.

"Three more years. After three years, when Barbarus returns to normal, I will immediately set off back to Terra and smash your father's face with this fist. I'd be unworthy of being the Sun God if I didn't beat that brother of mine to a pulp!"

Xiao Pei frowned, not because of the swear words, but because she felt that this arm had the power to disturb the mind.

Chapter 412 Fear of the Master (3K)

With Petura Borre Barbarossa's first objective achieved, it's time to return to the biological laboratory to confirm the progress of the resurrection project.

He bid farewell to Helios, who kept calling him "good nephew" and seemed to want to jump up and kiss him a few times.

"Don't forget the three-year period. I'll return to Terra in three years and give you a taste of your own medicine!"

Helios shouted loudly as he escorted Petr back to the elevator before happily returning to his throne, deciding to begin from today.

This powered arm will be permanently attached to his body and will never leave him!

Before long, Xiao Pei arrived at the underground laboratory, where she went through layers of checks and inspections before finally reaching a crucial early stage of the resurrection project.

There are two ways to be resurrected.

One approach is to directly reverse life in a body that has already died, where all material changes only require replenishment, rather than being completely too low.

The second method is cloning combined with brain nerve transplantation, which requires ensuring that the other party's brain nerve structure and the corresponding subspace soul projection can be obtained.

The second approach is currently making significant progress, but it is also gradually encountering bottlenecks.

The two approaches complement each other, and now we need to look back and seize the opportunity for technological breakthroughs through the first approach.

They are now facing a test: hair regrowth.

When this topic was placed on Peturabo's desk, he once had to confirm whether it was his subordinates who were arranging their archetypes.

After all, having shaved his head and connected the cable, he would indeed appear to have some kind of illness that prevents his hair from growing back.

Unlike his brother, who was born bald, he could grow his head back if he wanted to.

However, for reasons unknown, Xiao Pei chose to personally visit Barbarossa to confirm the project's progress and the difficulties encountered.

He even emailed Xiao Ma and Xiao Mo in advance to inform them of his project's progress.

Xiao Mo replied, saying that as long as it doesn't pollute Barbarus, it's fine. Uncle Helios is doing a big job purifying the entire planet, so don't cause trouble.

And Little Horse—

In his reply, he cursed Xiao Pei as an idiot, saying that if you're going to curse someone, you should curse them properly, not with veiled insults and innuendo.

Poseidon added a backstory, letting Xiao Pei know that Xiao Ma had been given alopecia areata by the old man.

Although the alopecia areata has healed, a significant portion of the hair still requires a special hairstyle to cover it up.

Xiao Pei had no choice but to apologize and send over some of the strange stone fragments that Aaron had left there.

In the past, Xiao Pei would have just cursed back. But at some point, his mood became so peaceful, and he took things so lightly.

His good company commander, Midrod, is currently fighting on the front lines, so busy that he barely has time to rest. Little Pei is able to steal a moment of leisure to stand in front of the experimental data and listen to his subordinates explain it.

Biological hair, primarily composed of keratin, is not difficult to regenerate from the pores.

However, if someone is born with damaged hair follicles, or if their cerebral cortex has exhausted its last nutrients after death, these things will no longer be able to grow.

It can be said that people who are born without hair have similar body parts to the deceased.

Xiao Pei's brain began to align—his older brother was born without hair, so this part of his body function could be considered dead.

If we can revive this part of the body's functions, we can revive the brother's entire body. The plan works!

The good news for Barbarossa is that, due to local pollution, there are many deformed individuals born. As long as the sample size is large enough, it is possible to gather resuscitation data for all human organs and limbs.

The bad news is that this "partial death" process happened too quickly; they couldn't capture the data at that moment, let alone reverse it.

Furthermore, with the pollution of Barbarossa being resolved, once the existing individuals are cured, and before they have figured out a suitable method, then in the next few generations, it will be difficult to find suitable test subjects.

If I were to corrupt Barbaros again, Little Mordred would fight me to the death, and even Uncle Helios would smash his face with the power arm I just gave him.