Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

All of this was done by Conrad Coates, who foresaw a bright future.

This is also the meaning of Athena's warning: if Koz, who sees the light, is like this, then what about those who see the darkness?

That Coz would clumsily and rudely eliminate all the crimes he sees, instead of addressing the social environment that breeds them.

She worried that Coz's conscience would still waver and that he had not truly found redemption.

However, there's probably no need to worry about that, at least Magnus didn't find any signs of his brother going mad.

When his father brought Dorn and the others to pick up Koz, Nors was still in the process of "improvement." Koz was struggling to hang the culprits who were rich and heartless on the streetlights and trying to explain why these things hindered the flow of economic resources, to the point that the lower classes had to resort to extreme measures to obtain the necessities for survival.

He repeatedly stated that there was no need to learn his behavior; it was merely his personal hobby.

As he spoke, he stabbed the people hanging on the streetlights again.

In short, the father thought he had come to the wrong place. He had never seen a son who used such blatant violence to seize control of the mother planet. He covered his face and was about to leave.

However, it turned out that Koz was right. At least when he left Nors to take on the responsibilities of a Primarch, there were no more criminals and mentally ill people being sent to the Legion as recruits. Instead, people were restored to a normal lifestyle.

Recently, his father ordered all Primarchs not to return to Terra. Magnus took some time to confirm that Koz was indeed on the homeworld and not on the front lines of the Great Crusade, so he made a special trip here.

“We haven’t met many times. To be honest, Fulgrim has invited me to many balls, and he thinks I’ve seen a lot of elegant banquets. But actually, I’ve spent most of my time at those banquets either skinning people or deboning them.”

Coz poured a glass of wine for his brother who had come from afar. It was unusually bright red, but it was pure fruit juice with a few dried fruits in it.

Magnus came for this very reason, and got straight to the point:

“My brother, tell me how you obtained this food.”

Actions that span the long river of time are too unstable, and the few key moments that can be found today are all in the hands of Coz.

Chapter 442 Mynah, please share some with me! (3K)

"Alright, stop what you're doing for a bit."

Magnus settled down, his fingers rubbing against the smooth, human-skin-like fabric.

Koz seemed to have foreseen the Primarch's visit, so he prepared a chair that was adapted to the Primarch's size.

The Midnight Lord reluctantly stopped his work, tossed the two exquisite scalpels into a nearby dish, washed his hands, and said with dissatisfaction:

“I was just cutting some local grapes from Terra that lived tens of thousands of years ago. The wine I just gave you was made from these grapes.”

Magnus frowned slightly as he glanced at the grape trellises laden with the bloodied and mangled remains of sinners.

Why don't you just take the wine directly from your father who lived tens of thousands of years ago? Why did you have to bring the grape trellis over with you?

Since I needed this brother's help, I had no choice but to refrain from complaining about it.

"How did those foods arrive at our time so consistently? Everything should come at a price, even if my father wanted to do something, tens of thousands of years ago he would have to pay the price of his hair."

Magnus steered the conversation back on track, explaining that he had come here specifically for the food Coz had.

This guy is really good at hiding things. If I hadn't been turned away in the river of time and finally discovered that there were traces of time communication independent of my own and Loka's, I might not have known how well Koz was doing.

After failing to impact the Terra projection, he returned to find strange energy flows transmitting point-to-point without restraint, completely ignoring the effects of warp disturbances.

Magnus was shocked. Could it be that there were even more powerful psionicists than himself in this galaxy?

He wanted to go and investigate, but the caution he inherited from his teacher Poseidon led him to explore alone for several months before confirming that the path this thing pointed to was exactly the same as the location of his Primarch brother Conrad Coz.

Little Horse rushed over, having already prepared for the possibility that Koz might have been corrupted by the warp.

After all, his father seemed completely indifferent to what his sons were going through, except for the progress of the Great Expedition, so he had to put the greater good before family if necessary.

This stable method of exchanging matter across time will allow it to fall into our hands!

During this period of exploration, Xiao Ma gradually became disappointed because this guy communicated almost once a day. Even the most incompetent and slow-witted father should have noticed such a high frequency.

Could it be that his father gave Koz some secret mission?

But after investigating further, it turns out that you just used to eat dinner every day?

Damn it, you're so pathetic! You only go back every day to freeload a meal!

"Give me some of that food, I need to do my research."

Magnus said in a deep voice, the main idea being succinct: Take it.

Koz pointed to the dried fruit in the red wine, sat down at the opposite seat, and shrugged:

"Those are the ones inside."

Magnus scoffed, "What can such a small amount do? I saw it with my own eyes. The teleported substances contained plenty of food. You're trying to fob me off with this little bit?"

Coz leaned back, crossed his legs, and chuckled:

“No, most of those were made by Angron. Only these dried fruits were made by my brother himself. Oh, and some were ripened by Father using psionic energy. I offered my brother the best of everything, but he criticizes me so harshly. It’s really heartbreaking.”

Little Horse wasn't sure if Coz was telling the truth, so he insisted that he take a bite of the main course to see if he could tell.

Xiao An was so young when he was sent back that even by human standards, he needed a stool to handle the food in the pot.

Koz is blatantly lying and trying to fool people.

How could an older brother and father allow a newborn baby to cook?

Dad might do that, but my brother probably wouldn't.

Koz looked tired and didn't delve into the matter further, simply saying:

"Anyway, you don't want these things to eat, but to explore the feasibility of time travel, so just ask me how to do it."

Little Horse nodded. Coz seemed much smarter than Peturabo, and he liked talking to intelligent people. Nevertheless, Little Horse was still somewhat hesitant when he said what he was about to say:

"Based on the current data, Luo Jia and I have determined that the exchange of materials comes at a price, mostly consisting of our father's hair from tens of thousands of years ago. What price did you pay?"

After he finished speaking, he kept a close eye on Koz's gaze. Only after seeing that Koz's eyes did not linger on his hair and that Koz did not comment on his hairstyle did he breathe a sigh of relief.

One piece of information closely related to him was not revealed: when a father loses too much hair at once, he will have evil thoughts about his sons' hair.

No wonder Luo Jia was bald from the beginning. Either he had already been killed by him, or he had foresight and made sure his father was bald so he could plunder him!

Unfortunately, his image was already fixed, and it would be pointless to try to change it to bald now.

Koz was pondering how to answer Pony's question, because after careful consideration, he realized that apart from the midnight ghost in the shadows not being by his side each time time traveled, he hadn't actually paid any price.

Little Shou was completely unaware that taking the food would cause his father to lose hair.

So Coz answered truthfully:

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay any price. It seems that if I wanted to, my power could appear tens of thousands of years ago and bring back the food that my family left for me."

Hearing these words, Xiao Ma couldn't tell for a moment whether Koz was deliberately teasing him or if it was really true.

Enraged, he downed his drink in one gulp, slammed his hand on the table, and terrifying psionic lightning surged around him.

"There's nothing more to say to you. Give me the food!"

He should just get the experimental samples and study them himself. Even if Xiao An did all of them, the time travel channels for these foods are thanks to his older brother's power.

It relates to how to bring his brother away from death in the future.

He couldn't waste any more time here with Koz.

Koz shrugged. "Well, you're in luck. I have some stock up on food recently, including some that my brother made himself."

He got up and left, returning with a small life-sustaining field in his hand. Unlike those devices that could freeze even a severely injured Primarch, these small devices could only maintain their preservation effect for a few years.

Moreover, it has no effect on most life forms with more complex structures. Usually, the severed limb is preserved so that there is still hope of reattachment after the suture period has passed.

This thing is common on the battlefield, but production capacity has been gradually decreasing recently.

Because the fourth brother acquired a lot of ordinary equipment and deployed it to the battlefield, it would gradually become unnecessary.

Koz kept a portion of the food specifically for preserving it from the past. He wouldn't eat it all each time, but would save several portions of each type.

It can be used to tease my old father later.

“It’s a series, starting with meaningless dough, then bread, and flatbread.”

"Then came dried meat, jerky, barbecue, and fried meat—"

"This is a bone and offal soup, and it's a bit messy, so it's best to bring a strainer."

Kotz knew these food types like the back of his hand, his eyebrows twitching with excitement, just like when he first started dissecting and found that the actual situation was exactly as described in the book, and his joy was confirmed.

Magnus took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and realized he shouldn't mess up his hair.

He now believes that many of these things were made by Xiao An, because the shapes of many of the food items are very similar to the handicrafts of human toddlers.

"Is this the only one?" he pressed.

Koz shook his head: "Of course I can't give you all of my treasures. This is just a representative selection, enough for you. As long as you're not a glutton, just don't eat all of these samples."

Xiao Ma was somewhat helpless; he hoped to obtain more samples to acquire data.

If all else fails, he can only try to take out Coz's stomach to see if there is any evidence of the passage of time inside.

"Fine, I'll eat hot food prepared by my brother in person, instead of these."

Xiao Ma stubbornly insisted that he would leave once he had the items.

He is not suited to long conversations with many of his brothers, except for Lojia, because it is difficult for them to stay at the level of a conversation.

Little Ma feels comfortable talking to Loka, but not with his other brothers—

The other brothers either have intellectual disabilities or are mentally unstable.

Koz watched as Pony got up and stepped past the door before speaking:

"Wait a moment, there is a meal ready. They are eating right now, let's eat together."

He enjoyed the exhilaration of having the upper hand over the pony, as if he were taming a wild and unruly horse.

Magnus stopped walking and reluctantly sat down:

“I’ve already received the samples, and time is limited, so I shouldn’t linger any longer. But since you’ve invited me, if I don’t accept, it would only hurt our brotherhood.”

Koz didn't say anything sarcastic about Little Pony's words; he just kept pulling food out of thin air and bringing it to him by the little hands.

My dear aunt didn't eat much; she fed herself the rest.

“I think even my father wouldn’t enjoy this pleasure many times,” Coz refilled the wine and extended an invitation: “Let’s raise a glass, but wine is meant to be savored, not drunk in haste.”

Only that old man at home has no manners when it comes to eating; he grabs whatever he can and stuffs it into his mouth, as if only what he swallows is delicious to him.