Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Luo Jia rubbed his eyes, feeling helpless about Xiao Ma's plan, and sighed:

"If something goes wrong, it's okay that my mother is immortal, but my brother might die before he was even born."

Little Horse remained unmoved and firmly stated:

“The path we are on now is guided by the reality of my brother’s existence, so I believe my plan will succeed.”

Luo Jia pondered for a while, but still didn't discuss with Xiao Ma what kind of mess their current reality would be like without his brother in the timeline.

We need a foolproof plan before we can take action. For now, let's just treat this as an early brainstorming phase and not stifle Xiao Ma's imagination.

"Alright, I have other things to do, so just take it easy."

Loka gave him a serious warning, hoping that one day he wouldn't wake up to find Magnus had pulled a fast one on him.

For example, the older brother's fetus died in the womb in a physical sense.

Magnus felt a slight pain on his scalp and said coldly;

"Don't worry, I know where the line is. If we do anything dangerous, Father will be there immediately."

Luo Jia thought that made sense, and finally said:

"You can continue exploring the river of time; I still have a puffed-up, bristling pufferfish here to appease."

He hung up the call, composed himself, and went to Xiao Pei's side, feigning surprise:

“This is truly a perfect city, my brother. Only the Iron Warriors could have built it. Even without churches and crosses, the perfection of this city would surely attract Satan.”

Xiao Pei realized that this bald guy was just fooling her. Even if he was telling the truth, it didn't matter, since she couldn't laugh anyway.

“Let’s go in and take a look. We need to coordinate the placement of the traps, especially since it involves a lot of psionic equipment. It will require the cooperation of both legions.”

Luo Jia laughed and said, "That's quite true. We might actually be able to build a perfect legion."

The two brothers walked side by side into this perfect city, with the cross atop the church in the distance shining brightly.

After ending the communication, Xiao Ma immediately began to peer into his own essence, entering the river of time.

He was currently at sea, surrounded by his offspring, so there was no need to hide too much. After instructing Ahriman to take notes, he once again "wandered in spirit."

If Pony was somewhat devastated after learning the truth from his brother, he has now rebuilt his will and is able to face the existence of the Warp.

He didn't actually have a strong desire to revive his brother; he simply chose this path because it allowed him to dance and provoke on the edge of his father's minefield.

Watching his incompetent father go berserk made him feel like the world had become a better place.

Saving my brother was just a side effect; injuring my father was my true intention.

The illusion of the Cyclops once again reigns supreme in the warp. The strong will to resist the ancient evil god inherited from his teacher Poseidon makes his soul untouchable!

As for why it's depicted as a one-eyed giant, it's mainly because Xiao Ma heard from his teacher that if you want outsiders to overlook a certain characteristic of yours, you need to create a more prominent characteristic next to it.

To avoid his hair being noticed, he had to choose the image of a one-eyed person, which would distract people.

The little horse began to search for its father's markers according to its own plan.

But in the long river of time, looking around, there was no one before or after him, and he couldn't find any trace of his father.

If I were to confront my current father, he would definitely notice. But I just made such a confident boast to Luo Jia; if I don't deliver results, wouldn't I lose face?

Having made up his mind, Little Horse charged headlong into Terra in the current timeline, even if it meant getting a beating.

But when Pony appeared in front of Terra's projection, he found that he couldn't get in at all; any psionic access was rejected.

Ahriman didn't know why his father wanted to attack Terra, and could only offer a word of advice:

“Father, His Majesty recently issued a decree prohibiting Primarchs from returning to Holy Terra within three Terran years. There are likely protective measures in place both in the real world and in the Warp.”

Xiao Ma breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was specifically targeting him.

It's probably just routine defense. Oh well, I'll look for clues elsewhere.

[At the same time], the Lord of Darkness nearly sat up from his chair.

He admitted that when he saw Magnus strike Terra, his heart pounded like a horse.

Chapter 440 The Black King, almost scared to death, treats the planet like a Rubik's Cube (3K)

Neither Black King nor Anda could see the version of themselves that was gradually walking into [the end and death].

The difference is that Adachi doesn't even have the desire to spy. He knows what memories pop into his head, and if they don't, he just pretends they never happened.

This is also why he often talks nonsense.

The Black King, on the other hand, would stare blankly at the constantly forming and twisting black cubes, which were materialized time and had once blocked Guilliman from entering the solar system.

Before and after they were sealed, there were only a few major impacts, which repeated themselves over and over again.

One of them was that Magnus's psionic communications thwarted his own Webpath project.

The order was originally consistent, until today the Black King discovered that before time stopped at the point of [End and Death], Magnus's psychic power appeared at the location projected in Terra's space.

This action terrified the Black King, causing him to lift his buttocks off the golden throne by a tiny bit.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. Magnus's projection did not force its way through, and the conditions at the time did not meet the requirements for the network to explode.

Sigh, this little brat has already met his brother, why is he still so reckless?

Was it because Poseidon didn't teach them well?

Indeed, among the immortals back then, the one who most enjoyed trying new things was this blue-haired pervert.

After discovering this unexpected accident, Black King began to worry whether he could turn the tide with only Luo Jia.

Should we place some bets on Xiao Pei as well?

Since Evil Steel has already fallen, it can be guaranteed that the Perturabo who appears in the final battle is the Primarch of the Heart of Steel, the Fourth Legion.

When the time comes, it wouldn't be a problem for him to perform some kind of brotherly fusion technique with the returning seventh brother.

He guided Wozniak and Yuan of the Black Sanctuary to find the remnants of the cross that did not belong to this time, in order to prepare for finding the Seventh Elder later.

These two crosses once bound steel and stone, and are a testament to their brotherhood.

After confirming once again that there were no terrifying emergencies before or after the event,

The black king's decaying remains finally fell silent, and he remained forever on the throne, waiting for the moment when the game would be reversed.

It wasn't until someone opened the door in front of the throne that the ancient gears clattered and rattled, accompanied by the whirring of the steam pipes, making quite a racket.

What era are we living in? Why is it still steam-powered? That's such a stereotype.

Black King thought to himself, then realized that he had designed many of these things himself, so he stopped focusing on criticizing the unreasonable design.

Otherwise, the idea of ​​adding a lumbar support cushion and a throne with wheels for mobility wouldn't have taken ten thousand years of hard-seat travel to finally be realized.

Who will come looking for me today?

Black King struggled to open his eyelids, and after a while he realized that he didn't even have eyelids anymore, and his eyeballs had fallen to some unknown place, probably just eye sockets left.

He tried to laugh at himself, but no sound came out.

But the omnipresent "humanity" allows Him to see and hear everyone.

A huge curtain was unfurled before Him, containing cultural artifacts from different periods of Sacred Terra, collected by the archaeological team of the Mechanicus.

Is today movie time?

The Black King was somewhat puzzled. He had too many memories, and was only integrating the useful parts to simulate the so-called personality.

This means that this part was read from storage into the running memory.

Now that there's something new, He has to read it again.

However, if the Cult of Mechanics knew the metaphor in His Majesty's mind at this moment, they would surely be very excited.

This is no human god-emperor, this is clearly the god of all machines!

Even if it means the destruction of the world right now, they would not hesitate to do so as long as the existence of the God of Myriad Machines is confirmed!

Within the Mechanicus, there exists a most extreme idea: that humanity, as an intelligent life form, will eventually face the end of its civilization.

Mechanical creations, however, endure forever.

Under the guidance of the god of machines, civilizations will gradually awaken and redevelop mechanical technology.

Of course, these are things people should only talk about in private, just like those within the empire who are always thinking about killing the skeleton on the throne so that the emperor can be resurrected.

Before long, the screens were covered by projections, displaying an aerial view of Terra from tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, the ocean still covered most of the planet's surface, and the movement of clouds and climate was still clearly visible; it was a standard and ordinary planet suitable for life.

At this time, Terra was still considered to be Earth.

People of this era are still speculating whether they are the only ones in the galaxy, or even the universe, who are fortunate enough to have such conditions.

However, what happened next was truly bizarre: a strange force divided the Earth's latitude and longitude, not as markings on a geographical map, but more like a psionic art style.

Or—cutting the cake?

A strange thought escaped from the Black King's mind: Should the Earth be cut into several pieces?

It is said that in even more ancient times, there existed true cosmic behemoths, the size of asteroids, and a planet of suitable size would be a perfect burrowing site for them.

Of course, these are just wild guesses. If they really existed, I would have witnessed the Apollo spacecraft launch and then left Earth to travel through the Milky Way. Even during the later Great Expeditions, I never found any trace of these cosmic behemoths.

What are you trying to say?

He couldn't help but spread his spiritual energy, vibrating the surrounding bells, and voiced his doubts.

The God-Emperor's sudden voice filled the servants with a mixture of honor and fear, causing them to kneel down. A mechanical sage, Morrisian, hurriedly stepped forward.

The Great Sage Kaul has important matters to attend to and will not be leaving seclusion for the next few years. He has been in charge of contacting this deity recently.

"Your Majesty, according to the previous cultural works screening plan, based on the information we found, this is a cultural form known as simulated horror, which is of course already in a fully evolved stage. In that era, humans, with the help of artificial intelligence, were able to generate images that could only be produced by the industrialized film and television capabilities of the past, relying solely on their personal imagination and precise descriptive abilities."

It's quite exciting to be able to talk about the term "artificial intelligence" in front of His Majesty.

I wonder when the God of Myriad Machines will be willing to release this part of the knowledge.

Black King cursed under his breath at what the hell he had been interested in in the past, fearing that one day he might actually see a film or television adaptation of the book "Postpartum Care of Sows".

"Whatever, I just feel a little better listening to the noise of these analog signals."

Black King quieted his mind, shut down his vision, and simply listened to the noise of the signals as he quietly fell asleep.