Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

However, Anda didn't care about these things. He was neither the Lord of Mankind nor the King of Darkness; he was just an immortal human.

And he also has a habit of making boastful remarks.

The Ultramarines pure gold paint version didn't make the chainsaw sword move; instead, it was used directly as a club, slapping it horizontally towards the Master's face.

The master took a deep breath. This man was amazing. Even after his head was split in two vertically, he could immediately recover and function again, with blood still flowing from his nose and mouth.

As he took a deep breath, the Master arched his arms inward, causing the muscles in his back to bulge high, shattering his robes and revealing what looked like a fully inflated muscle balloon.

He didn't flinch at all, taking the blow squarely to the face.

Anda grumbled, "You looked better when you were strong and muscular. Now you look like a big, muscular guy, which is really ugly."

The master simply reached out and grasped Marum's head:

"Chattering and noisy."

Master Fu exerted force from his waist, his hands twisting like Tai Chi, and with a thunderous spun motion, Marum's body spun rapidly in the air like a top, reaching a speed at which he could briefly hover in the air.

Marum, who was unconscious, didn't feel anything, but poor Anda was dizzy and disoriented.

When he wasn't the Emperor and the Black King, he really couldn't gain the upper hand in the battle against Khorne.

Then we can only resort to the most primitive fighting stance: wild, uncontrolled punches!

The Space Marine spun dozens of times in the air before landing. He immediately stood up, abandoned his weapons, and swung his fists like waterwheels, smashing them into the Master.

At that moment, on the volcanic slope, after the blood cloud slammed its giant hand onto the ground, the resulting red smoke enveloped the donkey cart.

The mist gradually materialized, first appearing as demons resembling solidified volcanic lava, their crimson bodies opening their eyes and mouths, from which flowed only golden lava.

These demons had rugged, Y-shaped growths growing on their heads, with terrifying dark red keratinous growths extending parallel from each of the arched sides.

"Brother, it seems I still have to go up and fight."

Anglong jumped off the donkey cart—no, at this point it should be called a horse-drawn carriage—his hands itching with the urge to fight.

As Aaron rode on White Scar's back, he wondered, if Fifth Brother could be exchanged for White Scar, what about Angron?

His gaze fell on his younger brother, then on the demons surrounding an old demon who wasn't fully armored but instead wore a red robe and held a box.

The old demon opened the box, inside which lay the head of an Astartes in a red blood helmet, hollow at the back of the skull, the armor torn apart, as if something had been forcibly pulled out of it.

For some reason, Aaron felt a surge of irritation and was unwilling to let Angron come into contact with these demons.

The demons suppressed their fighting spirit, waiting for the robed demon to raise the head in his hand, his fiery eyes fixed on Angron's direction:

"My Lord's Red Sand Angel!"

Aaron's irritation deepened. Who dares to presume to call themselves an angel?

"Once you make your choice and return to your fury, you can conquer the world. Cast aside the shackles of past fate and all your troubles."

Angron shook his head and muttered:

"Brother, is this thing talking to me? It sounds very literary, but I don't understand what it means."

Aaron dismounted, his expression wary, and picked up the eager Angron, reassuring him:

"It's not time for you to fight yet; this might be a trap. We need to find someone else to fight."

Anglong looked around in confusion and saw that besides the two brothers, there was only one other person with a white scar. He asked:

"Could it be that my brother will also make hooves grow arms and legs like Mom did?"

Aaron shook his head and said, "I do have a desperate measure that I'll try."

White Scar snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, shook his neck, transformed into the fifth brother, and returned to his own world.

Angron laughed so hard his body trembled, and he hurriedly asked:

"There are no horses left, only donkeys. Brother, do you have any ideas?"

Aaron advised, "Close your eyes first, it might hurt a little."

Seeing that Xiao An had closed his eyes, Aaron took a deep breath and rammed his bald head into Angron's head. No matter which brother it was, as long as he could fight, he would take one of them.

He thought to himself, wondering if it would work out.

What if the brother you get is just a psionic projection, and gets destroyed after only a few moves?

However, there was no other way at the moment. My father always said that he might be able to get what he wanted, so let fate do as it pleases this time!

In Athens, there was always debate about whether Zeus, as the king of the gods, could overcome fate.

The conclusion was that Zeus could have done it, but he didn't, in order to demonstrate the fairness of fate.

Aaron felt that this was just an excuse that Zeus couldn't make up, and that his subordinates had come up with to make up for it.

If each generation of gods is stronger than the previous one, then as the son of Zeus, he should make fate conform to his own will.

At the moment of impact, Aaron felt that he was no longer holding Angron, but rather that Angron was holding him.

He felt himself leave the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he was being held in the Primarch's arms.

The towering giant wore a suit of power armor made of some unknown metal, with a fierce and imposing appearance and sharp decorations all over it.

Its base color is a solid, white metallic sheen, which is then spread over a blood-red hue, forming the main color scheme of the power armor.

Starting from the toes, a rustic and rugged pattern gathers upwards, overlapping at the waist, then bursts forth like thorny flowers, finally merging at the collar, highlighting the position of the helmet.

Behind the helmet's visor, a pair of eyes were watching Aaron.

“I thought Magnus had gone mad, that something was wrong with his psionic transmission. Now it seems that you are calling me, brother.”

The voice that came out was like the voice of Angron when he grew up, but Aaron recognized it as Omega, whom he had met once before.

When Angron was in their time, in the original timeline, Omega was responsible for impersonating Angron.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, gently touched the power armor's cheek, then pointed to the distant celestial demons and asked:

"Can we solve them?"

The Primarch nodded slightly, a hint of excitement in his eyes:

"This is the secret Father has been hiding all along, a living demon."

Chapter 415 Magnus's Little Wisdom (3K)

Aaron, sensing Omega's excitement, quickly added:

"What I mean is, deal with the enemy as soon as possible, and don't have any other ideas for now."

For example, torture, dissection, research, and so on.

Xiao An has a strong interest in developing new ingredients. If Omega is the kind of person who would open his heart to a new enemy, it would not be conducive to a quick victory.

Omega gently placed Aaron back on the donkey cart, his gaze lingering briefly on the fifth brother, who remained calm and completely unaware of the danger.

They then assumed a fighting stance:

"Understood. We'll eventually uncover more secrets from Father anyway."

It sounds like the younger brothers are plotting against their father in the future. Aaron is quite pleased with this; it's exactly how it should be.

He also worried that his father's brief period of anthropomorphism had fooled many of his younger brothers, allowing them to go their own way and even fight against each other.

Omega wields a battle axe in both hands, and his steps as he enters the battlefield are in the true style of the Nukelia Arena.

The gladiators' entrance was part of the performance, and they had to be perfect.

I don't know where Nukelia learned all this knowledge after being blown up. Perhaps this is the power of the twentieth gene seed?

The Khorne demons were overjoyed. Unlike Tzeentch's subordinates, they weren't like those who went on business trips as instructed by their boss, only to have the boss hide things and not explain them clearly.

Their leader made it clear that Angron, who had not been implanted with the Butcher's Nail, was sent back to the past.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the Butcher's Nails are being erased from history, and even their leader, despite his best efforts to protect his food, has not left many behind.

Now they need to return to this point in time, to lure Angron into corruption, and if necessary, the leader will hold off the cursed one, and they will re-implant the Butcher's Nail that the leader kept into Angron's body.

That's the situation. The demons don't need to think much; they just attack.

Although the enemy before them had suddenly transformed from a childhood Primarch into an adult Primarch, they were fully equipped with weapons and gear.

But that suits them just the way they want!

To be on the safe side, these demons are all notorious archdemons in human records. They do not need to defeat the Primarch; they only need to seize an opportunity to briefly suppress it and reinsert the Butcher's Nail sacrifice into the Primarch.

Once the Blood God has the medium, he will personally bury the last remaining Butcher's Nail into the Primarch's brain!

The demons charged forward, their figures swelling and multiplying in size! Their momentum was overwhelming!

When it roared out, it inexplicably stirred up a surge of courage in the inhabitants of Sodom outside the blood mist. Some stood up from the ground, while others rolled over, their hearts filled with fervor, wanting to do something.

But the pleasure in their arms was more alluring, so the great demon's roar stirred their hearts, and in their rush of passion, they chose to change positions.

It was probably because of some of Slaanesh's thoughts earlier that the four gods were able to taint each other in some way, apart from their main powers.

There's even a Slaanesh demon called the Keeper of Secrets.

Within the blood mist, the eight great demons finally finished expanding, their final forms towering several heads above the fully equipped Primarch, their wings spread wide, resembling ferocious gods.

"Red Sand Angel! Belong to my Lord!"

The leading robed demon simply used the helmet shell as a gauntlet and smashed it towards the Primarch's face.

Omega roared angrily, lowering his shoulders to dodge the punch, and slashed at the great demon attacking from the side with his long axe. The robed great demon in front of him used the momentum to force him back with his Iron Mountain Lean.

When the axe finishes its chopping motion, it also serves as a block in front of the body, creating a wide space.

Aaron found this kind of adaptable combat wisdom fascinating and impressive.

After all, the battles he had seen before, which looked like they were filled with bursts of psionic energy and flying special effects, all ended up as two people rolling on the ground pulling each other's hair and slapping each other, without any aesthetic appeal.

If a true god of war were to witness this crude battle, he would probably be furious.

However, Omega just said that he thought there was something wrong with Magnus's teleportation.

So, does that mean Xiao An has been sent to Magnus's side?

I hope they get along well during this time.

Thirty thousand years later, on the planet Moriston, the closest transit point to Istvan, it was little known and was not even recorded in the Imperial star map records due to some special missions.

However, no one is currently filling in the gaps in these records; perhaps only after the Great Expedition ends will the manpower be available.