Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

The psionicists who were experiencing this scene were instinctively telling themselves that these two large hands were the manifestation of the invisible hand that was disrupting the universe and confusing the galaxy.

The exact number of hands is still unknown; these two hands are simply the most active ones observed so far.

However, an earthquake recently occurred near the palace, and the few remaining cliffs on the back side began to collapse and fall, cascading down in a torrent.

Could it be that the golden hand, which appears to share the same origin as the blood-red hand, is—

Hopefully, no Inquisition will come knocking on the door now. Within the Imperial system, the Chaos Court can only exist by being subordinate to the Inquisition.

"Immediately notify the Imperial troops at the corresponding front lines, and also report to His Majesty the Regent. The recapture of these star sectors can begin immediately, and the impact of Chaos on them will be greatly reduced!"

Finally, someone remembered their original job: to study chaos for the benefit of imperial decision-making, not to become a true follower of the Chaos God.

They spend all their time researching topics that shouldn't be touched.

They finally got going, ignoring the tug-of-war between the two big hands, and started doing their job, even though the rope they were using was rather short.

In the supreme heavens, the oldest remaining Eldar temple, the ruins of the city of Black Phoenix, the very entity that first moved physical buildings into the warp, is now being desecrated.

Several fleets of the Dark Eldar had recently moved this sacred site to the outskirts of the Slaanesh Palace, preparing to anchor it there.

It is said that this is the birthplace of the god-king Asuyan, who first awoke from the long night and transformed into the phoenix of the night.

The end of the Eldar was here, and it was here that Asuyan was swallowed whole by Salis.

If you search carefully, you can even find the saliva of a newborn Salis, or the residue from the placenta on its body when it was just born.

Of course, the names of these substances are merely in a way that intelligent life can understand; they are not actually placenta, but they also have a hidden meaning of sacredness or depravity.

To avoid being tormented by Slaanesh, the Dark Eldar no longer finds worldly and physical desecration sufficient to satisfy the Slaanesh.

For some Dark Eldar fleets that couldn't capture the souls of slaves to exchange for, they had no choice but to resort to more blasphemous methods.

They launched a defilement against the gods who remained untainted even during the most corrupt periods of the Eldar Empire.

Take off towards the nascent Dark Phoenix God-King, whose very existence is now so devastated that not even a complete commemorative statue remains.

Don't ask if anyone dared to take off directly at Slaanesh; those were the first to die. Slaanesh loves it; when he eats them, he devours them completely, not wasting a single soul fragment.

But fate intervened; before their blasphemous act could take place, they were swatted away by a giant black hand, shattering the entire Black Phoenix Temple into dust.

Startled, Sarius, who was studying strategies to win over the aloof Poseidon in her luxurious palace and debauchery, sat up abruptly. Despite her beautiful figure, her posture and demeanor were no different from those of an eighty or ninety-year-old woman.

Otherwise, why would the legendary weapon that could kill Slaanesh be called the Old Woman's Sword?

He paid no heed to time; one moment He was fiercely attacking Poseidon, the next He was calling out in a sweet voice:

“Nios, if you were to slap your sister, she would be overjoyed. She might even give birth to Asuyan to be our son. That wouldn’t be so bad.”

Black King was too lazy to talk to Slaanesh, so he simply crushed the last remaining concepts of Black Phoenix.

If humanity had not been born, the candidate for the Dark King might have awakened from the Dark Phoenix Asuyan.

However, since the Dark Phoenix was only the initial form of Asuyan and was quickly replaced by the White Phoenix, this ending is only a theoretical possibility.

Black King then rushed back to the golden hand and kicked it, sending Anda back to his original era.

"You're too weak. You can still groan and moan. You're a disgrace to me."

The Black King took over the tug-of-war competition and finally secured his golden throne, with no more strange noises.

Anda said with disdain, "Stop talking nonsense. If it weren't for saving face, I would have already started eating 'sweet'."

Chapter 420 Aaron: Father, you looked really handsome just now.

When Adachi was kicked out of the solo room, he still didn't understand what was going on.

In the Dark Lord's eyes, Anda was like someone who had chosen his favorite hero, but played terribly.

The Black King originally didn't want to get involved, since the future defined by the Messiah had already been determined, and Khorne's attempt to seize Angron would ultimately be in vain.

If one gets involved, it will inevitably escalate into a war of gods, causing chaos in the ongoing timeline.

Of course, the more important reason was that He was afraid that Anda, sitting on the golden throne, would not be able to hold back and would roar out loud.

That would be a complete loss of face, and how would he face the Imperial Guards afterward?

In the illusion of Sodom, Anda's body fell from the sky, gradually recovering from dead skin on his heels to a complete human form.

He spun around in mid-air and landed in what he called a superheroic way, without getting his hair dirty.

I'd heard before that volcanic sulfur might damage the scalp, preventing hair from growing back.

"Damn it, if you're going to change people, you should at least tell me beforehand. We even have to steal a remnant of Asuyan. You've seen that coward Asuyan before. Using him to deal with Khorne is questionable."

Anda patted his body, realizing he was still naked, reborn into the world without a single piece of clothing.

Looking back, the demons who had been playing tricks on the volcano had vanished. Following the trail of clouds in the sky, they searched for the location where their son was trapped.

"Oh no, I almost forgot about Aaron."

Anda slapped his thigh and took off running on the scorching ground, rushing towards the position surrounded by eight great demons.

"Son, your dad's here!"

He felt he was running too slowly, so he simply surrounded himself with golden light. This time, his hair and body turned golden, which covered his body. He flew straight at low altitude, extending a fist in front of him.

The golden light pierced through the blood-red mist in an instant, revealing the scene inside.

The first bald son was fine; Anxin and Lao Wu hid behind the donkey cart, and even yawned a little.

Are you thinking of staying asleep and summoning reinforcements?

The other bald son had removed his helmet, revealing a face that was not Angron's, but rather a larger version of Aaron's face. There were some differences in the details, but it was still distinguishable.

"Something's fishy! This is the domain of the Lord of Change; we might have the wrong people!"

The demons later realized that this person was not Angron.

"Not necessarily. It might just be a conspiracy by the Lord of All Changes. Although it helped our Lord regain the Red Sand Angel, creating some false illusions along the way is a trick the Lord of All Changes is good at using!"

For a time, the demons had no choice but to continue fighting.

They only have one Butcher's Nail in their hands, and if they hit the wrong person, they really don't know what to do.

But if you give up this opportunity to run away, the changes in appearance before you are just a joke played by the master of all changes—

The Blood God will tear them all to shreds.

"Oh, he's the youngest. I haven't seen him very often, or rather, I've seen him the most."

Anda did not land, but floated in the air above the donkey cart, with a cloak appearing behind him.

He turned his head and winked at Aaron:

"You're really clever to call over a younger brother. If this were the real world, the rules governing it would be unstable, and since it's not an illusion, it might not have succeeded."

Aaron simply turned his head away, rummaged through the donkey cart's luggage, pulled out some clothes, and tossed them over, saying disdainfully:

"Shameless."

Anda, hands on hips with a smug expression, struck a classic American comic book superhero pose, grinning broadly as he said:

"Hmph, if I knew about morality and shame, this world might be doomed. I have to be the worst person to be able to make up my mind to save the world."

He changed his clothes in the air, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes:

"Youngest son, you can go back now. I'll leave things here to your father."

Omega, who remained effortlessly evasive amidst the encirclement of eight great demons, had no time to turn back, but still questioned:

“Father, in my memory, when Alpha was by your side, I saw you suffer many setbacks.”

Anda touched his nose and said:

"That wasn't me who did it, it was my future self who did it. I remember you were quite obedient, youngest son, don't embarrass your father like this."

Omega extended the handle of his long axe, combining the blades to form a spear. He still preferred this weapon, twirling it in his hand as he broke free from the encirclement of the great demons.

"Then I entrust this to you, Father. Take good care of my brother. Also, I'm not sure how much connection you have with the future. Peturabo is preparing a big plan, so I hope you will be vigilant."

Anda looked at him suspiciously: "What grand plan? Didn't I already say before that I wanted him to be the second emperor?"

Omega was deeply shocked upon hearing this, but his expression remained unchanged as he calmly said:

"It has nothing to do with the Empire, and it doesn't affect the Great Crusade. Rather, it's a personal grudge. After all, Perturabo is the only Primarch in the Empire's official records who has been 'beaten up' by you many times."

Anda, flustered, wiped his face:

"Damn it, what does what the Emperor did have to do with me? Oh well, in the end, the unlucky guy will be the one who suffers. I still have tens of thousands of years to live a carefree life."

"Okay, go back quickly, don't cause any trouble for Xiao An."

Omega nodded, but being dressed in weapons, he could not perform a proper salute. He simply bowed slightly before disappearing.

Angron fell from the sky in an instant. Anda, with his sharp eyes, shouted and was about to kick his son away to show his reaction.

The thought that Aaron was still watching from below made her reluctantly reach out to catch it and then toss it into Aaron's arms.

"Here, your brother, catch it. Strange, there's a slight time discrepancy. Omega should need more time to get back, so why was there still Magnus's aura just now?"

The Emperor, dressed as Superman, didn't think too much about it. After finishing his rant, he spat on both hands and started fixing his hair, pulling out a tuft of curly hair in a showy manner.

He even had time to use his psionic energy to create a mirror to see his current appearance, which was just missing the fact that he was wearing his red underwear on the outside.

We need to think about whether there are any red-haired guys, shave their heads and make red underwear and sweaters for Superman.

The emperor finally landed, like a god among men, without even bending his knees.

"Hey, all of you come at me together."

He casually extended his hand in a gesture of greeting, causing the Khorne archdemons to exchange bewildered glances.

Is this...is this another illusion?

Their target, the juvenile Angron, became the adult Angron, then the bald Alpha, and now the golden cursed one before them.

However, in the perception of the great demons, their master was still fighting the true cursed one.

According to the divinity of the gods, the one who is cursed is the real one.

What's in front of me is still an illusion!

The leading demon snorted coldly and cried out:

"My brothers, glory lies ahead! The young Crimson Sand Angel has appeared. Join me in slaying the enemy!"