Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Why are you being so silly?"

Xiao An touched her head, her face full of grievance, and said:

“Dad used to say my body was invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to fire and water. I guess the purpose of this test is to see if we are willing to sacrifice ourselves to save the city. Maybe if I jump down, I will leave the illusion directly and pass the test. If I can't leave, I won't die.”

Illusion, trial?

Hiding behind the donkey cart, Ipra could only receive these words in his mind, but he could not understand them, or rather, dared not think carefully about their meaning.

No one would question the legitimacy of their own existence.

But he also heard some new information from Angron's words: anyone who is willing to sacrifice themselves to save the city can survive.

No wonder they didn't hesitate to sacrifice the father during their first sacrifice.

Ipra's mind stirred, and a blue-purple aura began to grow within him.

When guests come to your home, the host should naturally be present, even if it's just to watch the security camera footage.

Aaron simply walked forward, around Marum, straightened his clothes, and asked:

Do you know my father?

The Master calmly replied, "We are brothers by nature, and he should belong to us."

Aaron then asked, "So you are also an immortal?"

The Master laughed disdainfully, exhaling through his nostrils: "Heh heh, immortality is but a fleeting moment for us."

He began to pace, his tone proud, but his proud eyes would occasionally glance in Xiao An's direction:

"Come and perform the sacrifice for me, in your favorite form, with the courage of battle, the fury of killing the enemy, roar out!"

"Ignore the fear of death, embrace reverence, and jump into the volcano!"

Aaron just shook his head, and finally asked, "I don't understand. Jumping into a volcano is such a hassle. Hmph—then what do you call my father?"

The Master swept aside his sleeves, just in time to step to the edge of the volcano, opened his arms, and uttered a powerful and resounding cry: "The Cursed One."

Upon hearing this, Aaron quickly hid behind Marum, pushed the donkey cart, and ran back. As he passed Marum, he whispered urgently:

"It's a demon, kill it."

If the Master were to utter words like "Nios," "brother," or "little devil," Aaron would still consider that person to be an immortal being.

The moment the word "cursed" came out, he didn't even bother to continue the conversation; he just wanted to fight.

Marum's footwork was even faster; he merely leaped lightly off the ground, unleashing the full power of his power backpack and causing his chainsaw sword to whistle and roar in fury:

"By the Emperor!"

He then swung the sword at the teacher's forehead.

Your hair is so long and beautiful. My husband is petty; if he were to come back to life and see it, he definitely wouldn't like it.

Xiao An, on the donkey cart, kept reaching out his hand:

"Brother, let me join in too! Uncle Marum and I are evenly matched. If we work together, we're sure to defeat this enemy!"

Aaron decisively refused:

"No, I think this guy is after you. His eyes have been fixed on you from the very beginning."

He may not be good at fighting, but he is good at reading people and paying attention to his surroundings.

Although Xiao An was a little annoyed, he still obediently sat in the donkey cart.

His head kept turning backward, and he unconsciously began to explain:

"Uncle Marum charged forward; no one could dodge at that distance!"

"I saw the weapon slice that guy's head open!"

"Hey, brother, that guy's no good."

"No, no! His head is split in two, how can his hands still move!"

"Brother, Uncle Marum has been choked by him!"

Aaron didn't say a word, but suddenly pushed the car forward and then grabbed the fifth brother's reins.

"Fifth brother, I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip again!"

He mounted the horse, his mind a complete blank. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, the man beneath him had been replaced by a white-scarred body.

White Scar's violent nature softened the moment he touched Aaron, and the golden sheen from his long contact with the scarabs lingered on his body.

In just one step, they had traversed a long distance and arrived in front of the donkey cart. The reins floated up automatically and were secured to White Scar.

As for Ipra, nobody cares at all.

The moment the child was possessed by Tzeentch, Aaron had already ignored him in his thoughts.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

The Master casually tossed the Space Marine in his hand to a distance, and for some unknown reason, did not kill him.

With a giant hand outstretched forward, the demons in the clouds, meant to create a terrifying atmosphere, dared not act rashly any longer. Combined with the Master's power, a massive blood-red cloud arm condensed forward.

Even if White Scar is fast, it can't outrun the Blood Cloud in the sky; after all, it's just a horse, not a real golden chariot.

Aaron felt no panic at the moment; he only wished that the old man had been resurrected in the dog's body.

The final boss has already been lured out, why hasn't it appeared yet?

Just as Blood Cloud was about to grab the donkey cart, White Scar, under Aaron's control, twisted his body and barely dodged it.

After dodging several times, he slowed down and was almost completely enveloped by the blood cloud.

In Ipra's eyes, Tzeentch chuckled wickedly:

"You kobold, you said you didn't know any magic, but you changed your identity and were having a great time with me."

Anglong jumped up from the car, stuck out his tongue and mumbled something, even spitting on it.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! You filthy thing can't catch me, you can't catch me!"

But the outcome of this chase is about to be revealed, and the subsequent grasp has covered all evasive directions.

The crimson hand finally pounced, crashing into the ground and scattering into clouds of mist, completely engulfing the donkey cart.

The Master withdrew his hand, closed his sleeves again, and gazed proudly into the distance:

"Finally, fate has returned to my hands."

"Fuck your mother!"

A furious curse rang out, and the Astartes, who had been lying unconscious to the side, was slowly floating up as his power armor was being soaked in gold.

"That's my son!"

Chapter 414 "Red Sand Angel" Omega

When he was first thrown into the lava, Adachi didn't know how he would survive. After all, the feeling of lava filling his senses and lungs and solidifying was unpleasant.

This reminded Anda of what it would feel like to be choked by some big orc in the future, and his face, while not exactly flushed, was at least reddened.

So I simply sent all this feeling to more than 40,000 years in the future, hoping that the Imperial Guards wouldn't have too much of a reaction when they saw their master's body start to smoke.

The immortals are truly reborn from a single drop of blood, because their entire bodies were destroyed by molten lava, leaving only some dead skin from their heels on the donkey cart.

The trouble on the road took hold while Marum was cleaning up.

Now I can manifest my divine power and set up a ritual with this kobold who is not killing people today but instead playing witchcraft, so let's have a good fight!

Ipra crouched behind a boulder on the edge of the volcano, cautiously peeking out with a joyful expression.

Ooh ooh ooh—

We're finally about to witness this earth-shattering battle!

On the left is a master with long, blood-red hair, whose wave of his hand gathers the power of heaven and earth, a true born war god!

On the right is a golden-armored warrior charging forward, his fierce and powerful aura increasing exponentially; he is undoubtedly a Tai Sui descended to earth!

Tzeentch's gaze swept rapidly through Ipra's eyes, while he also reminded his own body to pay close attention to whether this battle would affect the "future."

Because of the nature of "end and death," He cannot directly inquire about the outcome or pinpoint the cursed individual; it is impossible for Him to do so.

Just like the four ancient ones, they cannot influence each other's exploration.

He can only search for the "human" part of the cursed.

“Psionicist, immortal, golden, seated on a throne, psionic light illuminating the darkness—well, plus the need to sacrifice the life of a psionicist, begin the search.”

He used the dazed Carlos as a mouse, spreading the ripples of the Well of Eternity, and found that vague image.

This scene still exists in history, with a time difference of at most a few hundred or a thousand years, which is not a big problem.

If Tzeentch were willing to inquire about what had happened to Nurgle recently, he would surely know that there was more than one immortal psionic being who also sat high on the throne as the sun.

Unfortunately, since the two of them had just fallen out, this crucial information was naturally not presented to Tzeentch at the moment.

That's right, history hasn't been changed, so we can watch these two brothers go to war with peace of mind!

Tzeentch was incredibly enthusiastic about this change. Who would have thought that the two who sat on the bronze and gold thrones for almost eternity would secretly fight each other in their own illusions!

Tzeentch felt that, according to human thinking, he was condoning two movie stars who would normally have nothing to do with each other, secretly dating in his villa, and they were even the same gender.

Wow, Lord of Pleasure, when did you arrive?

Thankfully, Nurgle wasn't dragged into this, otherwise it would have been another small-scale "end and death."

The battle resumed, and the Master's head closed, but the wound did not heal, and blood continued to flow.

The newly formed red cross was instantly covered by more blood, turning into a blood-red mask.

"What kind of teacher are you? You dog-headed man, pretending to be a scholar? My good son, you're not cut out for studying!"

After all, it seems that Xiao An will become a chef in the future, studying ingredients, which means he's using his brain, and he won't become a fool.

It's ridiculous that you, Khorne, try to act like a scholar, insisting on wielding some ancient, outdated authority.

Even thousands of years from now, civilization will still be burning incense and making electronic sacrifices. No wonder there's so much hostility on the internet, with people threatening to kill entire families at the drop of a hat. And it's all your fault.

Marum's mouth was full of Anda's words. If it were the Black King or the Emperor, they would not have called Khorne their good son. After all, they were well aware of the workings of the universe. If they accidentally uttered the word "warp" and it really planted the seeds of disaster for human civilization, allowing Khorne's influence to take root, it would be a great loss.