Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Of course, these ideas may only have come from Ahriman's input. His immediate priority is to figure out how to explain this to the World Eaters.

The child in my arms is your father.

Unfortunately, Magnus was unable to respond to Ahriman in time, because no matter how much he dominated the warp and how much he controlled his psionic energy, he still couldn't control the release and retraction of energy freely, and it would take some time for him to return to his body.

As the World Eater's ship landed and the hatch opened, several World Eaters, neatly dressed and adorned with decorations distinguishing them from ordinary Astartes, disembarked.

Looking at the weapon in the other person's hand, Ahriman was already guessing how many pieces he would be cut into.

"Lord of the World Eaters, I hope you can explain this clearly. Of course, you'd better really be Lord Angron."

He said in a low voice, "Now we can only pin our hopes on the child in front of us."

The leader of the World Eaters is the Primarch's personal guard named Spartacus, a guard personally named by the Primarch.

Because the entire planet was destroyed when Nukelia retrieved the Primarch, most of the World Eaters' manpower came from Terra. The Primarch personally oversaw the transition of the Warhounds into the World Eaters army.

It is said that some short-sighted Imperial departments went to Nukelia, which had been reduced to ashes, to investigate and determined that the Cyclone Torpedo's model batch should belong to a certain stockpile of Steel Warriors and Ultramarines.

There's just a difference of several decades in the timeline, so it doesn't match up, perhaps to deliberately mislead people.

In short, while these people continued their investigation, they were all invited by Nuoxing to visit the local cultural and historical sites, and they haven't returned yet. They probably chose to settle down there because they were impressed by the local customs and culture.

As Astartes, Sparta naturally saw the psychic spectacle in the sky at first glance, and it was truly magnificent.

The illusion of the Cyclops ignored their arrival and simply continued to perform its own magic.

In this context, the father of a thousand sons stood motionless, eyes closed, like a statue, with his offspring Ahriman before him. Spartacus, as a Primarch's bodyguard, was familiar with the people commonly associated with other Primarchs.

And what about their father?

His gaze continued to wander, and then he saw a four-year-old child who looked very much like his father, sitting in Ariman's arms.

He seemed quite comfortable sitting in the lap of an Astartes, his posture incredibly stable and unhurried, even taking the time to touch Ahriman's power armor.

"That's Little Horse in the sky. Wow, that power is really strong. It looks much more powerful than Father's and Uncle's psychic abilities, which can only change the color of their hair."

Anglong finally spoke. He had heard Uncle Marum mention that the first son was fifteen, and he was twelfth, so he could still be called Little Horse.

"12, 14, 15 - Hehe, now we only need to see the thirteenth one to make a straight."

Xiao An stood up, finding a comfortable foothold on Ahriman's arm. He put his hands on his hips, looked at the approaching Devourers, and asked:

"Is this my legion?"

Ahriman was heartbroken. Well, the Primarch who had been replaced by his father from the River of Time probably had a confused memory and couldn't even remember his own Legion's offspring.

At that moment, Spartacus stood before him, his arms trembling as he removed his helmet:

"F-Father?"

Chapter 417 The World Eater's Recipe

This was the first time Angron had been called "father," and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Just moments ago he was standing there smugly with his hands on his hips, but now he obediently tucked his arms back into Ahriman's lap, scratching his hair somewhat shyly.

"It felt a little strange to hear someone call me that for the first time."

Ahriman couldn't help but speak up:

"Our Lord and the Lord of the World Devourers have reached an agreement and are seeking some kind of answer in the river of time. The current situation is just a temporal displacement. Once the sorcery ends, things will return to normal."

He had to explain it himself beforehand to avoid the Primarch's memory being unclear and causing him to say something strange that would provoke the Devourers' hatred.

Little Ma doesn't have such great abilities; he was traded for it by his older brother.

Anglong thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud. He vaguely felt that what his younger brothers were researching might be of great use.

The World Devourers looked at each other, beginning to hesitate.

It's not that we're questioning Xiao An's identity, because the connection between the genetic seeds is unbreakable, even closer than the connection between the "father" they had previously encountered!

But what power does your Thousand Sons' original body wield that even reaches the point of reversing time?

Is the upper limit of psionic power really that terrifying?

Spartacus stepped forward, reaching out his hand to bring his father back first.

We, the Devourers of Worlds, are also Astartes. If you sit in someone else's lap, wouldn't it make us, their sons, look like unfilial descendants?

"Father, please come first."

Xiao An didn't think too much about it. He said "Oh, oh" twice, then stood up again, jumped onto Spartacus's arm armor, turned around, and sat down.

“I’ve sat in the laps of quite a few Astartes,” Little An muttered to himself, which Spartacus overheard.

Why is Father so skilled at this?

It turns out that many Astartes had already received this honor before them!

Such a thing does not exist within the Devourers.

Because if such a thing were to happen, it would have long become one of their glorious experiences, a source of pride for every genetic offspring.

The scene before them was nothing short of a Primarch boasting about how much the Emperor, their father, doted on them, while the other Primarchs remained silent, not daring to utter a word.

"Were you exposed to Space Marines during your childhood?"

Spartacus asked respectfully.

Xiao An, however, became quite interested and excitedly began to introduce:

"Yes, it's Uncle Marum who takes care of me. He's a member of the Ultra Warriors."

Xiao An became more and more excited as she spoke:

“I love sitting in his lap! Uncle Marum is amazing, even Dad praises him highly.”

These remarks were unbelievable, not only to the World Eater but also to Ahriman.

Regardless of the temporal discrepancy, it's impossible to ascertain exactly when the Ultramarines appeared in the Primarch's childhood.

The very fact that the Primarchs of the World Eaters might have been raised by Ultramarines is enough to drive the World Eaters mad.

They are the twelfth, one more than the thirteenth.

Furthermore, how are they supposed to cope if their own fathers call the Ultra Warriors "uncle"?

"Can you describe the Ultramariner in detail? We need to speak with him."

Spartacus gritted his teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately, sounding as if he took this matter very seriously.

Xiao An waved his hand helplessly:

“Uncle’s full name is Marum Kaido. He was personally appointed as your butler by your father. You don’t need to thank him in any special way.”

Marum Kaido, good, I'll remember that name now.

However, he remained cautious and pressed further:

"Are you referring to your adoptive father, or your father?"

As a World Eater, Spartacus was aware of the destruction of Nukelia.

They were worried that the original had suffered terrible contamination, or that there was some unspeakable secret involved, and they had to find out the truth first.

Even without any unexpected events, at least we can learn about the Primarch's growth story, which will be recorded in the Legion's Codex.

It wouldn't be good if the Space Marines held a meeting and boasted about their fathers' great achievements on their home planet, while the World Eaters had nothing to show for themselves.

Angron looked puzzled and said:

“A father is a father, and also the father of his other brothers. I’ve seen Kurz and him very close, they were practically arm in arm.”

Ahriman quickly added:

"The Primarch's memories are disordered as the timeline changes, and may include events that did not occur."

He had to patch things up so that anything the Primarch said that caused controversy would be irrelevant to them.

For example, as mentioned before, there was the case of an Ultra Warrior who became the butler of the Imperial family.

Once it gets out, who knows how much bloodshed it will cause.

In any case, the Imperial Guards must be feeling terrible, and they might gather together, carrying bottles of wine, to go and demand an explanation from Lord Guilliman.

After all, there had been rumors that Lord Guilliman had stayed in the palace for two years without any news leaking out, leading people to wonder if Guilliman had done something wrong, or—

What did he do that made the emperor feel he was worthy of being entrusted with important responsibilities?

If it's the latter, they can start taking sides now!

The moment Spartacus caught his father, he took a few steps back to create distance. Previously, Angron had only made this move when he saw his father and other uncles being cut down at the speed of light.

Oh, my mother was there.

"Father, how many memories do you still have of this era?"

Spartacus asked respectfully, as the World Eaters behind him moved forward in unison to protect the young Primarch.

Angron sat cross-legged on his offspring's arm armor, his arms crossed, his little head bobbing around.

"I can't remember! I just remember that the beef from my fourth brother's hometown was really delicious!"

He was naturally aware of Omega's actions, but to avoid being exposed, he only spoke of what he knew.

The only thing that was relevant to this era was that family dinner.

"Oh, and there's also the matter of Fourth Brother's sister getting married. Are they ready?"

Spartacus instinctively replied:

"Is it Aaron Well? That mysterious psionicist who can project himself across galaxies and appear anywhere at will, the most secret weapon of the legendary Marksman, Makado."

They were well-informed. The fourth brother placed this matter among a lot of information related to the Iron Warriors. As long as people were interested in Primarch 4 and knew a little about him, they would realize the marital and reproductive situation of his family in the past.

This is also one of the fourth brother's open schemes, not worth mentioning.

Xiao An said with satisfaction:

"That's right, my brother and sister are a perfect match. When they get married, all the brothers will have a chance to get together, and I'll be able to eat lots of good food again."

Spartacus simply assumed that the Primarch had developed a childlike nature, only interested in attending banquets for weddings and funerals.

He said solemnly, "If you have any dietary needs, Father, we will find them for you."