Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Perhaps it's because my older brother died young that he left such a good impression.

If Aaron had a long lifespan and became an immortal old monster, he might be just as wicked as his father!

Realizing this, Loga immediately had an urgent plan to contact Magnus and Peturabo.

The brother we are preparing to revive or bring into the future to change our destiny may have a more sinister potential than our father.

After all, the fact that a father can be described as either anthropomorphic or not shows that people are judging him by the standards of normal people.

Luo Jia felt a chill run down his spine, but quickly put those thoughts aside, his gaze settling on his brother's gentle smile and eyes.

Yes, how could an older brother with such a smile become such an indescribable malice?

However, he was overthinking it. After years of pursuing the truth, he had somehow managed to make things worse for himself.

Since there is no god in the true sense, so-called fate is nothing but an illusion. It has been changed because of his brother's existence, so why is he worrying about it?

Just as Luo Jia was about to reflect on his insights, news of an encounter with the enemy came through the internal communication channel of the Word Bearers.

They are conquering a shadow world, a colony called Buster that vanished into the shadows long before the people of the previous era were at their peak.

A subspace energy representing concealment, attempting to hide itself from the fate of humanity.

This was quite effective; for at least two thousand years, no one paid them any attention.

Even the Mechanicus, which had ventured across the raging warp ocean long before the Empire began its Great Crusade, showed no interest in this obvious psionic reaction.

It was when Loka was searching for the fragments of Satan that he found this place.

The Busterians believed they had completely mastered a subspace, transforming it into shadows that shrouded their world. From then on, they escaped the constraints of the human subject, even concealing and hiding death.

Loka calmly described the current situation and invited Aaron to come and see how the Great Expedition was being carried out.

Aaron asked curiously, "Why did you decide to have me come along?"

Luo Jia smiled and said, "Xiao Pei mentioned that you are compiling an alien encyclopedia. I think what other legions have collected is not as good as what you have seen with your own eyes. When it comes out, some of the entries will have your own name as the recorder."

He led Aaron out of the room, and Aaron left Satan in the cup.

As a demon, he shouldn't be unable to push aside a small tool.

But Satan wouldn't even touch the inside of the cup, standing upright inside as if on guard duty.

Loka led Aaron to the edge of the fortress. Aaron thought they were on a spaceship, but they were actually on the ground.

At the center of the fortress stands a lighthouse, distinguished by the fact that each level of it is equipped with projecting light pillars that surround and completely cover the fortress.

The number of those who cherish words is so large that it seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

Judging from the legions Aaron has encountered so far, perhaps only Guilliman's Ultramarines can compare to him.

Looking outwards from the fortress, a dark purple shadow was spreading, like a viscous "flood" flowing in.

A large number of fully armed soldiers emerged from the surface of the shadowy water, many of them about the same size as Astartes.

Loka ordered someone to send over a set of auxiliary military equipment. The laser gun in his hand was as thin as a stick, and the caliber of the barrel alone was incomparable to those of Marum's weapons.

"You can go down and play for a while. This can be considered a 'dangerous evacuation' that you choose every time you leave."

Loka had collected records of Aaron's visits to this era and knew that his brother enjoyed excitement.

At this moment, the Shadows' armed forces began to erupt. They only appeared to have humanoid forms, their essence having been replaced by the subspace energy they thought they had tamed.

Aaron took a deep breath, put on his helmet, tightened the various weapon belts on his uniform, and leaped into the battlefield.

Loka added, "These alien shots have no trajectory; they are also shrouded in shadow. It's like not being able to see the trajectory of an arrow; the arrow has already hit its mark when it appears."

Aaron didn't look back. He started charging alone. The feeling of facing a thousand troops charging towards him was too exciting. It was as if the invisible roar from the other side was about to hit his brain.

But once you're actually hit, it seems like that's all there is to it. It's just an army, right? You can pull out the entire human army of the galaxy if you want to.

Chapter 473 Headless Aaron and the Innocent Sea God (3K)

Aaron forced himself to calm down and assumed a firing stance.

Pulling the trigger, there was little recoil; all that could be seen was a bright, thread-like object that merely scratched the surface of the shadowy figures.

Even the Shadow Soldiers were briefly surprised; they had prepared to shield themselves from the enemy's attack, only to find themselves unharmed after being shot.

Aaron couldn't help but feel regretful, thinking that perhaps swinging the gun barrel like a wooden stick would cause even greater damage.

The inventors of these weapons must have been completely clueless, unaware of the monsters and monsters ordinary soldiers faced, and designed some utter garbage.

Aaron indeed changed his posture, reached out and gripped the gun barrel, turned the butt handle around and used it as a hammer, and ran towards the shadows.

The Word Bearers remained silent about the situation at the fortress behind them, simply faithfully carrying out the Primarch's orders.

The mortal army dared not waver, wondering why the Primarch would allow such a bald boy to charge so clumsily towards the enemy, even with his weapons' energy being depleted, leaving him only enough for one shot.

The other party's courage has already proven his loyalty. Could it be that he has committed some sin that requires death to atone for?

Those with a bit more information had already guessed Aaron's identity: the elusive psionic agent who appeared near the Primarch and was suspected to be a Makador agent.

People are even unwilling to delve into whether this psionicist is loyal to the Emperor or the Marksman Macardo, and why he frequently appears around the Primarch.

Was he helping the Lord of Steel win over his other Primarch brothers because of his status as Katherine's fiancé, or—

Aaron Weir is ambitious; he wants to become emperor!

I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it. If I continue to think about it, it will become a topic that cannot be touched.

At this moment, Aaron on the battlefield was naturally unaware of the changes his repeated appearances in this era were bringing about.

He had only one thought in his mind: kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy.

The enemy began firing from a distance, and the shapes of the weapons, obscured by shadows, clearly indicated their advanced technology.

And just as Loka said, there were no bullet trails; once fired, the damage would appear on the person hit.

Strangely, these attacks, which used to give even Astartes a hard time, seemed to have gone silent; all that could be heard was the sound of shadow weapons being pulled.

But there was no feedback.

Aaron charged unharmed to the front of the shadows, jumped up, and smacked the black humanoid figure in front of him with the butt of his rifle.

The butt of the gun broke off instantly. Luckily, he hadn't learned elbow strikes yet, or he might have broken his arm.

"Your attacks cannot kill me—"

Aaron quickly thought it over and, without thinking, continued his charge into the enemy's territory.

He didn't actually need to think about it that way, because he didn't see the weapon's trajectory from the beginning, so he assumed that no weapon was fired and therefore wouldn't get hurt.

Luo Jia's reminder was essentially pointless.

What kind of helpful tips would you offer to someone who has already been "dinged"?

It wasn't until the Shadows emerged from the shadows and unleashed a massive crossbow, imbuing it with various psionic spells, that Logar found it interesting. He began recording how these psionic powers worked, so that he could prepare countermeasures when his army attacked.

However, he was disappointed. The crossbow was fired, and the huge arrow pierced Aaron's head, relying solely on kinetic energy. The psionic runes engraved on it had no effect whatsoever.

This terrified the Shadows, whose talismans were the very embodiment of their faith, capable of pulling enemies into the shadows, shrouding them all and shielding them from the ravages of fate.

In front of the original enemy positions.

Now only the headless Aaron is still running forward. It's a strange feeling that I'm still alive.

Or perhaps, one can live without a head?

He had previously suggested that Uncle Ares explore more ways to use psychic powers.

Only then did I realize that I also had many constraints, still bound by the human form. I never expected that I could still live after being shot in the head with an arrow, which went against the common sense I had come to know.

Because it has always been assumed that one only returns from the future after suffering a fatal injury.

What if you feel that the impact you received was not fatal?

Even if he were to burst like a bubble, he would still be alive. Could he continue to remain in this era?

Before Aaron could think any further, he saw the shadows fleeing in panic wherever he went.

His appearance rendered the veil that had been covering them up, hidden in this gradually decaying galaxy, ineffective.

It even means that they will be exposed and confronted with this cesspool, or even the malice that fate has accumulated over countless years.

Therefore, Aaron, who appeared before them, naturally became a troublemaker, or a mop covered in excrement.

(Adachi: I like this metaphor. We're all family, so I can't just talk about me.)

Those on the fortress walls had no idea what Aaron had done; they only saw the formidable enemy retreat in disarray.

The headless Aaron was too far away to see clearly, lest his life form be mistaken for an alien.

As the shadows recede, the trenches and abysses on the earth's surface are revealed.

Aaron ran so far before realizing he was actually suspended in mid-air, and thus fell.

That's good, at least I can finally go back.

All people knew was that Aaron had driven away the enemy attack and disappeared. As a legendary psychic who came and went without a trace, they had no intention of pursuing his whereabouts.

They simply waited for Luo Jia's command.

"Construct a psionic defense as follows to purify and seal the abyss from which the shadows are spreading."

Luo Jia already had a preliminary plan of what to do, and he gave the instructions.

No one has criticized or questioned the Word Bearers' skillful use of psionic energy, and no one knows yet the Emperor's true plans for the Primarchs.

What if you just finished reporting him, and the worst that happens is that the father will just beat up his son. Is he going to burn down his son's house?

When a general is in the field, he may disobey the emperor's orders, let alone his sons.

Meanwhile, far away in Prospero's academy prison, which was actually the residence of the sea god, Poseidon was painting in his luxurious single cell.

He requisitioned a subspace creature with soft fur to use as a bed, but it had no cavities or entrances connecting it to the outside world, so it could only be used as a mattress.

Therefore, no actual warp offspring were born, or any warp individual who obtained the sea god earlier than Slaanesh appeared.

On the canvas before the sea god, an ocean base is emerging, in which a gigantic beast, occupying two-thirds of the area, floats on the seawater.

That thing combined the characteristics of everything, but it wasn't deformed like a chimera. Instead, it naturally governed these characteristics, as if it were the original master of them.

But it lacks the divinity of a dragon, instead exhibiting a chaotic and violent disorder.

It's strange, chaos and authenticity—it shouldn't be like this. If chaos is its nature, then it should be a warp god, not this strange thing.