Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The lengthy paperwork is beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans; only Astartes could handle it.

Primarch Magnus now stands on the wasteland of Moriston, beside his offspring Azek Ahriman, the chief curator of the Thousand Sons' knowledge repository, responsible for guarding all the knowledge the Thousand Sons have gathered from across the galaxy.

The Thousand Primarchs encountered the World Eaters during the Great Crusade, and it seems that the Primarchs were exchanging some secrets, so their meeting in Morriston was not recorded.

The war correspondents still believed that the Primarchs were in their fleet, plotting how to quickly and effectively drive out the Xenomorphs and save countless human brethren.

Ahriman couldn't hear what his father and the Lord of the World Eaters were talking about, but it must have been a resonance between Primarchs, a form of power he was unaware of.

It wasn't until Angron seemed to have agreed to some of his father's requests that Ariman was able to understand the following conversation.

It turned out that Magnus, the father, wanted to test his newly developed sorcery on Angron. This was not a harmful spell, but it seemed to be able to deconstruct some kind of power in the Primarch and record it.

It is reflected on another blank template.

Ahriman's mission on this trip, accompanying his father, was to record this data.

He looked at the blank template Magnus had created in his hand, a standard human body with an indistinct face.

Emperor—

I don't know if it was a feeling of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing emotion, reflection, and a sense of being deeply moved) or if I truly felt the definition of an emperor from the template in my hand.

Is this about dealing with something, or about creating something?

Ahriman instinctively became wary; they had read many myths about aliens and even the rebirth of countless humankinds after they were stranded in the galaxy.

The power of creation belongs to the gods.

Not to mention creating a human template that reflects all the Primarchs, which would involve collecting all the Primarch characteristics and creating a perfect being.

Ahriman's body began to release psionic energy as Magnus commanded, focusing on recording data.

However, his mind was inevitably distracted, for even when the Emperor created the Primarch, he could not concentrate all the advantages on a single individual.

Even so, the Primarchs were created out of necessity, as offspring to carry out the Emperor's Great Expeditions, with the countless aliens in the Milky Way being their enemies.

And if Father wants to create a perfect being, could it be that he wants to create a new emperor?

Or is it to fight against the emperor?

After all, if all the power of the Primarchs were concentrated in one person, what kind of enemy could he possibly fight?

Aside from the War General, the only other class is the Emperor.

Ahriman was surprised. Even the spiritual energy he was condensing in his hand was a beat slow. Fortunately, he was experienced and made timely adjustments so that the recording was not affected.

Magnus did not demand perfection from his offspring; as long as they could achieve their goals, except for critical tasks, an 80% completion rate was sufficient.

It is said that this is a philosophy of life personally taught by the Primarch's teacher on the home planet Prospero.

My master once said that pursuing perfection can easily lead to abnormality, and that being roughly satisfied is enough. I don't know what triggered that.

It is said that in countless nights, the Grandmaster locked himself alone in the deepest prison of Prospero, sealing away a powerful subspace consciousness, his wails and groans never ceasing.

During those days, the psionicists on their home planet were spared a great deal of malicious interference when observing the vast ocean.

It's likely that the Grandmaster alone ruled over all ages, suppressing the great demon within the vast ocean.

While his mind was elsewhere, Ahriman diligently recorded the magical power imprinted by Magnus.

My own wisdom is not yet sufficient to understand its composition, so I can only memorize its changing psionic patterns one by one, and I will silently remember them in the hope that they will be useful in the future.

On a psionic level beyond his reach, the two brothers' souls are communicating.

Omega's consciousness, like a dark, deep-night ocean, was protecting the red thread that had been taken from Angron at the family banquet earlier.

“I don’t think it will succeed, Magnus. I have more faith in Peturabo’s plan. At least he’s making an effort and has produced some results.”

At the edge of the deep sea, the wise Cyclops waved his hand:

"The fourth brother's mind is limited to low-level thinking. He does things like screwing in a screw, step by step, in a rigid and methodical way. Unlike smart people like us, he's not in our circle. I can help him compete for the throne, but I won't cooperate with him in depth. I can't communicate with stupid people, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the opportunity to contact you."

"Does he really think he can resurrect his brother by finding his soul and body? It's just an echo reverberating in the subspace. The true underlying law of this world is the process of soul and body projection."

"Without this process, the soul and the body will not be unified, and resurrection cannot be completed."

The Cyclops looked arrogant, claiming he had found the absolute truth.

Logically, this should be Luo Jia's job, but Xiao Ma has already made some progress in his own exploration, though he doesn't yet know if it's due to the knowledge curse that has created this cognitive barrier.

Omega was very patient and reminded her:

“Then you should go find Logar. He’s very knowledgeable in this area and even taught Guilliman psychic communication. If a psychic Muggle like you can reconstruct this projection process, it will surely be of great help to us in resurrecting the dead.”

Magnus's soul shook its head and said disdainfully:

“The projection of the living already exists; Loga simply dug up the burial site, making it visible. What we need to do is rebuild this projection from scratch, along with a template that gathers the essential power of all our brothers. Loga and I have ideological differences, so it's most convenient for me to come to you.”

Chapter 416 The World Devourer: My Father Was Turned into a Child by Your Father (3K)

"There's no point in saying more. Let this witchcraft continue. I need to collect more data."

The phantom of Little Horse (from now on, 30 horses are Little Horses, and 40 horses are Foolish Horses) tore open a massive battlefield path towards the sky.

His power alone, without interference, was no different from that of a god; it was Poseidon's own testament to his spiritual energy, second only to that of the emperor.

With a teacher who knows how to praise you, you'll naturally make rapid progress and feel great.

But if Xiao Ma thinks about it carefully, he will realize that when he first lost his hair due to his father's persecution, that's what his teacher said, and after so much time, that's still what he said.

So the truth might be that either he's closing the gap with his father, or he'll always be second best.

Haha, how could it be the second scenario? Little Ma has absolute confidence in himself.

"Now I can reverse time. This was originally a power of the chaotic being, but I have already comprehended it through my exquisite research!"

Little Pony allowed his soul to completely step into the Warp. The Cyclops had a starry sky above his head and stood in a void of confusion. Everything in the Warp began to reverse or accelerate, and time lost its meaning.

In the eyes of his son Ariman, the work of memorizing witchcraft was no longer important; he only wanted to remember his father's aura as if he had complete control over the warp.

They should control their psychic powers in this way, instead of being led astray by them!

At this moment, Magnus already possessed the legendary aura of his teacher, who stood alone against the Prosperoa spatial rift.

Although there are still some minor rumors circulating about this master in the legends of his home planet, Ahriman is ready to return to his home planet next time and learn from this master!

During their conquests, they witnessed countless of their kind being seduced by psychic powers. Not to mention that Prospero was originally composed of psychics who had fled from secular society.

Countless cases demonstrate that humans are unable to control the existence of psychic energy; only a small minority can, while the majority will become slaves to chaos.

Losing oneself is bad enough, but the madness that comes from a distorted mind is even more despicable.

In Ahriman's heart, he always wanted to change these things, at least to teach the younger generation how to control these powers and resist the corruption from the Warp.

He is proud of how his genetic father lived up to their will and dreams of one day becoming like him.

"Next, we will observe the nature of the Primitive and how it behaves over time."

Magnus shouted, personally incorporating the essence his brother had shown him into the flow of time.

In that instant, the surrounding subspace energy processes began to collapse, and the changes on the nearest planet, Istvan, were extraordinary.

It was as if a terrible calamity had broken out at some point, and much of the demonic energy that had been observed with the help of Teacher Poseidon was flowing within it.

But it was covered up in an instant, making it impossible to determine whether it was something that had already happened or something that was about to happen.

However, none of this was related to his goal. The Cyclops himself drew back the curtain, using his psychic power to isolate the area from external influences.

“I suggest you don’t think you can achieve everything at once. There’s no need to start exploring what it was like 30,000 years ago from here.”

Omega simply calmly advised his brother not to be overly ambitious.

Such self-proclaimed geniuses often like to disregard numerous potential disadvantages and believe that their talents are sufficient to compensate for all risks.

Will Little Horse listen to his advice?

That's true.

Magnus nodded and said, "That's right, I understand the risks. I may despise the existence of malice in the warp, but I can also clearly recognize the gap in strength between us."

He simply placed the portion of power he had just replicated, taken from the real Angron, into the river of time, transforming it into a red carp. Then, he stretched out his hand, and a blue-gold trident materialized, with threads falling from the front to form a net.

This was one of the few psychic abilities his teacher had taught him, mainly because the ocean area of ​​Prospero was not large enough for the sea god to stir up trouble.

Conquering the vast ocean is currently impossible; we can only show signs of fishing.

Once the sea god becomes the god of the vast ocean, who knows when that will be.

Omega's soul drew near to those rivers of time; he had never witnessed time manifest in its entirety, and it was truly wondrous, he exclaimed:

“These moments in the river of time are but a fleeting instant, yet they encompass the entire life of an ordinary person. If one could immerse oneself in it, and understand the past and future of all lives, it would not be impossible to disguise oneself as them—no, to become them.”

His soul began to simulate transforming into the form of the Cyclops, but it was still somewhat weak and powerless. Under Magnus's protection, it scurried around a bit and indeed sensed countless viscous malices lurking and watching the souls of the two Primarchs.

Omega was also wary and did not delve deeper. He retreated to his disguise as Angron and focused on the flow of Angron's power over time.

Perhaps I will see Xiao An again.

He remembered the scene of his older brother sitting obediently on the raised chair to eat and playing with Ryan's lion.

We need to get Dorn to make a child seat, otherwise he won't be comfortable sitting at the next family dinner.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and confusion in his mind, and he fainted on the spot, his soul being forcibly returned to his body.

When she opened her eyes again, she was next to Aaron.

Thirty thousand years later, in the wastelands of Moriston, Ahriman, who faithfully recorded all psionic changes, felt a shock. The power, which seemed completely different from any form of psionic energy he knew, swept over him like a gentle breeze. The tall Primarch in power armor disappeared, leaving behind a child with an ambiguous face, like the Primarch in his infancy, who fell from the sky.

He reacted quickly, disregarding the danger, and instinctively reached out to catch the child.

"Oh no! Father, you've reversed time and turned the original back into a child!"

Ahriman shouted, but the child in his arms showed no fear. Instead, the child stood up and explored his power armor with a curious expression.

Ahriman quickly looked to the other side. His father, Magnus, was still tall and upright, not turned into a child. This relieved him, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

With Astartes' astonishing observational skills, he quickly discerned the appearance of young Angron. If his father were also a child like this, held in his arms—

Ahriman gasped, quickly banishing these terrifying thoughts from his mind.

"Father, Father? Can you hear me?"

Ahriman called out until the torn psionic void above dissipated.

His communication devices also started alarming, detecting the landing of the World Eater's ship. Because the psionic commotion created by his father Magnus was too great, as the Primarch's offspring, Astartes naturally had to rush to the scene to confirm that his genetic father had not been murdered by any despicable psionic wizard.