Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Luo Jia shook his head and said:

"To deal with the demons of the past, we must use the methods of the past. Of course, I want to clarify here that the word 'demon' is just a name, not a belief that needs to be eradicated as defined in the Imperial Truth."

Loka started spouting nonsense with a straight face, saying that we hadn't openly violated the imperial truth anyway.

What people call each other behind their backs is just a matter of personal habit.

Could it be that some department actually dares to question the original entity?

I've already given you face, so don't come up here recklessly.

Unless that old man himself comes forward and says it's wrong.

However, their great emperor has only just announced a three-year seclusion, prohibiting all Primarchs from returning to Terra.

Xiao Pei took a deep breath and carefully examined the blueprints. Instead of looking at the thing that looked like a church but wasn't, she first analyzed the overall city structure.

"I don't see any defensive function in this design, nor is it suitable for urban warfare."

Loka explained, "It's just a disguise. We need to lure Satan out of the subspace. We studied Kepler history all night and the pattern we found is that Satan prefers to appear in religious buildings such as temples and churches."

"But He is also very vigilant. Although He is extremely weak with the death of the Keplers, a proper disguise is still necessary. I will personally enter the church."

“If Satan appears, I will confront Him. Otherwise, I will have to issue an extermination order and watch my offspring die.”

Xiao Pei shrugged helplessly, somewhat disappointed.

"I thought it was some kind of material enemy to deal with. I wanted to show you that the civilian cities built by our Iron Warriors are also top-notch in terms of defense."

"Remember to use the official accounts for material and labor costs. Our Iron Heart has opened Imperial accounts in many star sectors."

He stood up, already knowing what he needed to do, so there was no need to linger.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jia deliberately spoke with sorrow:

"We're brothers, do we really need to pay?"

Peturabo nodded coldly:

"Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. Besides, I think you're just making fun of me on purpose. You're capable of doing all this yourself."

Luo Jia spread his hands, a smile appearing on his face:

"Isn't this my fourth brother coming here on his own initiative to get closer to me and win my support? After all, the whole galaxy knows that you aspire to become the second emperor, so as your younger brother, I have to curry favor with you first."

"Oh, and give me another boat. I need to transport coffins. Even though they're not dead inside, we can't just leave them on the ground."

With a dark expression, Xiao Pei led his Iron Warriors away, leaving only Luo Jia and the Word Bearers behind.

Dealing with these smart brothers is exhausting; chatting with Dorn is so much better, no need to rack my brains.

It's really strange. I came here to leave a good impression on Luo Jia, but it ended up like this.

Although he felt a little happy, his children were finally able to release their urge to beat the ashes.

Despite having achieved all the goals of this trip, there was no real brotherly interaction between Luo Jia and Luo Jia. The two sides were either being sarcastic or had dark expressions on their faces.

What a pity.

They had rescued Angron together before.

However, Xiao Pei is not one to dwell on his current predicament; he learned to look forward long ago.

Upon returning to their fleet, they immediately changed into construction site uniforms, including the safety helmet specially provided by the Primarch.

Although given his physical condition, there shouldn't be anything on the construction site that could harm him, Xiao Pei still got himself a suit.

Company Commander Midrod was not accompanying them this time. Seeing his father had suddenly changed his clothes, he couldn't help but ask with concern:

"My Lord, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Pei tidied up her hat, rolled up her sleeves, and her face showed barely suppressed joy:

"Luo Jia asked me to help him build a fortress to capture a little thing."

“You continue to oversee the Legion’s affairs. I will personally lead the construction team. By the way, if the Word Bearers want to pay, have them pay into the official account, and then transfer equipment of equal value to them. That way, we won’t take advantage of them.”

Midrod's face beneath his helmet was deathly still; he had a backlog of official business that required the Primarch's decision.

I thought that after the Primarch returned, even if I was busy with other things, I would still have time to see him every day so that I could finish my work.

But now, less than a day after returning, he's already stopped wearing his power armor and headed straight to the construction site to build houses.

But there's a legitimate reason: to avoid delaying the Whisperers' Great Expedition. Even if he complains to Terra or to His Majesty, he can't argue with that.

And so, Midrod watched as his genetic father mustered a company, and together they excitedly removed the weapons from their power armor and converted them into construction tools.

They rushed toward Kepler in one fell swoop.

If no suitable spaceship was available, Midrod worried that his brothers would be dropped into orbit along with their father.

What should you do if you're mistaken for a rebellion by the Iron Warriors and they want to launch a surprise attack on the Word Bearers?

Chapter 426 There are fish in the North Sea, and stomachs in Anda (3K)

There exists a species in the world that has only been sighted by a few people, but whose existence has not been scientifically proven; it is called an unidentified life form.

Abbreviation——

The old man was muttering something in his dream last night, and it was just these opening lines over and over again.

Then came either harpies or pythons with elephant trunks.

Anglong couldn't sleep well last night because of this; he kept drooling.

Because my brother said we can't eat people.

Therefore, Angron targets creatures like mermaids and birdmen who possess human-like characteristics, aiming to consume the non-human parts of their bodies.

After returning to the ray last night, they went to sleep and guided the ray away from the British Isles, heading further north.

The ray also contained a considerable amount of food reserves, as well as some canned goods from tens of thousands of years later.

Aaron did try some of it, and it was basically the same as the food Anglon made. It was just enough to keep you from starving, so there was no need to worry about the taste.

Marum was quite nostalgic about these foods, as his era was more in the future than they were, yet there had been no progress in their development.

Angron, who had been listening to the two chatting after waking up, felt very sad about the future.

He must push the Devourers to revise the recipes!

How can eating this stuff not lead to any progress for ten thousand years?

The old man woke up at some point, soaking wet. He had just climbed out of the ray, released himself in the ocean, and then swam back.

The skin has some depressions and bumps, which is a sign that it is bearing water pressure.

If you were to do a physical exam now, you would find that the old man's vital signs should not exist at all.

Her long hair was soaking wet and tied up near her head. Her skin was deathly pale, and her eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. Seawater was still oozing from her nostrils, but thankfully it wasn't snot, so she didn't look too disgusting.

He looked exactly like a water ghost.

"What were you talking about just now? Is there anything good to eat?"

Anda was about to sit down when Aaron moved the chair aside, pointed in the direction of the towel, and then Anda went over with an embarrassed smile to wipe himself.

He took another deep breath and balanced the internal and external air pressure on his own, without Marum having to perform artificial respiration on him.

Finally, he used his psionic energy to dry his hair, making him look human again, before sitting down in his seat with a grin.

Xiao An took the initiative to say:

“Dad, it’s a food problem. Uncle Marum said that canned food from 30,000 years later will be no different from canned food from 40,000 years later.”

"Ten thousand years have passed, and humanity has made no progress in eating and drinking. It's such a pity."

Anda smiled and stroked his son's head, then uttered even more terrifying words:

"More than two thousand years later, canned food appeared for the first time. Thirty thousand years later, forty thousand years later, it was still canned food—hehe, actually, it hasn't improved at all."

It's not that we haven't made progress; in the most prosperous era of human civilization, modifying the world for food cultivation was just basic practice.

It's just that some things happened that caused a setback.

These words terrified Anglong so much that he lost his appetite and didn't even have the motivation to cook or experiment with new recipes today.

If after all these years of hard work, humanity is still eating these bland and tasteless foods, then is all that effort worthwhile?

Anda patted the back of his son's head and muttered:

"Let human civilization eat whatever it wants, but Xiao An, your father has high hopes for you to develop more dishes, so don't let your father down."

Seeing that Aaron might cook for her less and less in the future, Anda couldn't let Anglon lose his motivation to cook.

It may not taste good, but at least it's not unpalatable, and it won't make you feel desperately hungry.

Anda carried Anglong, chair and all, into the kitchen. Luckily, it wasn't for making claypot rice, but for Zai Lai to make rice.

Feeling refreshed, Anda sat back in her chair, patted her stomach, and exclaimed:

"I've been starving these past few days. Have you all encountered anything strange?"

Aaron tossed him a piece of flatbread, made from that wheat-like thing called Barbaros.

Aaron took some of Angron's test subjects with him when they left.

Instead of catching it with his hands, Anda puffed out his neck, opened his mouth, and snapped it in mid-air, his eyebrows twitching triumphantly as if to say:

Look how amazing your dad is.

Aaron felt like he was tossing a bone to tease the family dog. Didn't the old man realize anything?

The more abnormalities his father exhibited, the more worried he became that these behaviors, which would be shameful to others, would appear in one of his younger brothers and become part of the genes that would be passed down.

The Astartes, united by the same Primarch gene seed, also became strange.

Anda chewed a few bites of the flatbread, then suddenly looked nostalgic and muttered:

"The crops in Barbaros? You went to Barbaros while I was dead?"

Aaron nodded and gave a brief description of their experience.

Of course, there's also the story of Uncle Helios.

Anda slapped his thigh in exasperation, eager to witness the suffering Helios endured with his own eyes: