Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Yes, a bunch of alien life forms made of stone, devoid of flesh and blood. And the pronunciation sounds like "Marun," which in Terran means both a simple name and a sullen one.

The reason why dealing with Marvin is so difficult is that the stones on their bodies are not the kind of stones that Astartes and Primarchs can easily chew on like candy. Instead, they are strange stones with a hardness ten times that of terracotta steel and the ability to petrify enemies simultaneously.

Without any light or visual pollution, that ability would be activated suddenly, and even Ryan's attempts to draw upon psionic energy to construct a psionic defense were futile.

There is only one way to avoid this: fill the space between your original body and the petrification with enough contents to ensure that the petrification is consumed before touching your original body.

The power armor of Astartes was perfectly suited to do this. Once the petrification ended, the Space Marines broke free of their petrified external power armor and continued fighting. While the enemy was still recovering, the few of them, with only their fists left to swing, rushed forward and tried their best to tear the enemy into pieces.

After all, hardness does not represent structural strength.

However, because of this, after the mortal armies were unable to suppress Marvin in the previous battles and the Dark Angels joined the battlefield, there were records of a large number of Dark Angels running around naked, which made Ryan lose face.

Dealing with the photos taken by the war correspondents was getting on Ryan's nerves. He came here to fight a war, but he never expected that after becoming the commander-in-chief, he would have to worry about all sorts of cultural influences, big and small.

Rather than the fact that the Dark Angels are considered perverts, the reason of not being able to expose Astartes' unarmored state is more appropriate, so as not to let the enemy discover how to injure Astartes more effectively.

For example, taking a wooden stick and precisely piercing a gap in the power armor, which then happens to pierce the Astartes' muscle septum, causes the body to become sluggish in combat—

Good heavens, if even military affairs require these kinds of considerations, what a mountain it would be to deal with political affairs.

Ryan felt like his head was about to explode, and he even began to feel sorry for his father and the fourth and thirteenth sons.

Hopefully, the three of them can hold on and not think about passing the throne to him, the nominal leader.

The little lion had no interest in handling government affairs in a normal way. He would just call people over, and after each person had spoken, the good ones would continue working, while the bad ones would get their heads slapped off.

If you make the wrong judgment, you can only blame your bad luck.

He arrived at a laboratory with the Iron Heart logo hanging on the corner of a sign. The fourth brother's business had gradually expanded, and many of the legions' logistical supplies were provided by the Iron Heart's factories.

The laboratory was fully equipped with all kinds of instruments, and a live Marvin lay on the dissection table.

Or rather—only. Because its head has been separated from its body, with a partition in between.

Once the head is separated, Marvin can remain alive for a considerable period of time, but he will not be able to release the ability to petrify other substances.

Several dark angels bowed in salute. They guarded the place, one of whom was not armored, but wore a monastery-made robe, revealing a stone fist.

The bad news is that he's one of the few Astartes to be affected, but the good news is that his fists are now harder than power armor.

Most of the petrification that occurs results in ordinary rocks. This is probably because the petrification ability did not spread but was concentrated in one area.

There is still too little information available, and everything can only be speculated upon.

“Father, you need to wear this.”

Astartes brought over a white medical apron, along with masks, hats, gloves, and other items, prepared according to the original body's dimensions.

Ryan wasn't wearing armor either; he preferred to be free and didn't want to follow these lab rules either, saying nonchalantly:

"Throw it aside, nothing can hurt me."

The offspring of genes mustered their courage and offered their advice:

"These are the laboratory work guidelines set by the Lord of Steel. If they are not followed, even Primarchs and His Majesties are not allowed to enter to work."

Ryan's face turned ashen in an instant, his eyes fixed on the man, a dangerous glint in his pupils.

For this Astartes, he was no different from a lazy 21st-century shut-in who knew nothing about farming being thrown in front of an African lion that had been starving for days; its eyes were empty and terrifying to the extreme.

Ryan finally opened his mouth:

"That brat, he hasn't even become emperor yet! If he does become emperor, will he even care which eye I open first when I wake up?!"

Enraged, the First Primarch slammed his hand on the dissection table, but managed to hold it back before it touched the surface, his sour face looking as if the whole world owed him something.

"Alas, what a misery! Give it to me!"

The little lion chose to suppress his anger and changed his clothes.

He put on a mask, his gaze serious.

"I have decided to support Guilliman as emperor. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

No one dared to answer. It was also within the Astartes' duty to dissuade Ryan from wearing protective gear.

But to expect them to get involved in the selection of the next emperor alongside the Primarch is absurd.

This isn't some electoral system where everyone has to fight to the death.

Moreover, currently, it's only the Lord of Steel and the Lords of the Five Hundred Worlds who are openly vying for power. They might as well cultivate good relations with each other, or even better—His Majesty is still sitting comfortably on the throne, so we are not loyal to anyone but His Majesty!

Ryan scoffed, "When I need your advice, you don't say a word, but instead try to blackmail me with other people's regulations? Do you have some secrets up your sleeve?"

He was very unhappy and felt that it would be better to bring Luther to the front line, at least then there would be someone who dared to discuss things with him.

This way, Luther won't be fixated on Caliban's small territory.

Ryan steadied himself, focused his attention, and began to seriously assess what kind of person Marvin was.

No matter how reckless he may be, he is outwardly a civilized person, but inwardly he is still a Primarch, possessing the average intelligence of a Primarch.

The first question asked was: "Have you found effective means of communication?"

Although many Xenomorphs have vastly different values ​​from humans, a significant portion of them are capable of communicating with humans, and some even lived in kingdoms ruled by a powerful human race long ago.

The current report documents were presented to Ryan, revealing the answers based on his questions.

There is nothing there; these stones serve no purpose other than turning everything into stone.

They are less like living beings and more like robots made of stone, since their strength is comparable to that of many metal machines.

Ryan sighed and picked up the stone skull, playing with it in his hands.

The other person's face had only very simple features; their mouth couldn't be opened, and their nostrils were actually solid.

He found it hard to imagine that any living being could not breathe.

For some reason, Ryan suddenly had the urge to use the stone in his hand as a volleyball to hit it. This head had all the senses, but it was like a dead person and had no value.

If the progress is really delayed, then the only option is to destroy the entire planet Marvin. Although everyone will lose a lot of resources and not gain anything, at least the empire will have one less enemy.

“I am not a patient person. After completing the autopsy according to the disposal regulations, if it is determined to be worthless, I will destroy this world.”

Ryan gave the stone skull in his hand one last curious sniff, then tossed it onto the dissection table, sat down in a chair, let the Astartes begin their work, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

"By the way, keep a few harmless life samples."

He remembered that his older brother was compiling an alien encyclopedia. Although he had entrusted the task to his fourth brother, it was impossible for his fourth brother to encounter all the enemies on the Great Expedition alone.

I also need to keep some good things for myself, so that when I meet my brother, I'll have a way to show them off.

Ryan closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the polymer chainsaws, finally feeling some relief for his scalp.

The sound of cutting through an enemy's body is very stress-relieving.

While Little Ryan was taking a break from his busy schedule, more than ten thousand years later, in Caliban, or rather, the Stone Fortress.

After all, this place can no longer be called a planetary world; it has almost been blown into an asteroid belt. Under the influence of gravity, those fragments have formed layer upon layer of rings.

A Dark Angel's ship was skillfully navigating these rings, eventually landing outside the Stone Fortress.

Numerous banners representing the past glory of the Dark Angels were taken down and raised again, recounting their past acts of loyalty.

At the same time, the number of dark angels present far exceeded the definition of a chapter in the Astartes Codex issued by His Holiness the Regent.

This is because their genetic master, Leon Al Johnson, has officially returned.

At this point, the Dark Angels are the Legion.

The spaceship doors slowly opened, and the Primarch stood at the very front, followed by the last batch of recalled Angels of Forgiveness.

He has issued an order that all his sons must be treated equally.

Chapter 486 Ryan Meets the Black King and Anda (3K)

“Father, are you ready to deliver your speech? The emissaries of Terra are ready to announce your return.”

"besides,"

Karl Ferbitz, an inner circle member who recently boasted that even if the Primarch returned, he would kill the fallen angel in front of him, has now become the old lion's most docile son.

Fallen angels? What fallen angels? They don't exist, there's no such thing. We dark angels are all loyal, at most we're bothered by the affairs of the Second Empire.

Yes, let's steer the conversation towards the Second Empire and make them realize that the Dark Angels' previous unusual behavior was simply to protect the Second Empire's sole secret.

Now those sharp voices from the outside world won't dare to investigate any further, right? Can you still go to the Regent to clarify this matter?

The old lion nodded, and a servant was already beside him carrying the decree appointing the war commander, which was placed on a tray.

The rolled-up piece of paper looked like it had just been printed last month, rather than having withstood the erosion of ten thousand years.

But no one doubted its authenticity, because Terra's envoys had already received confirmation from the royal palace and even the royal guards before setting off.

It is common knowledge that the Custodians are wary of, and even despise, the Primarchs and Astartes.

They are extremely sensitive about the reappointment of the War Commander, as it is said that the previous War Commanders all fell out with His Majesty.

The previous leader caused enormous damage to the empire, leading to its current state.

Since the Imperial Guards could confirm the appointment of a new commander, no one would doubt the veracity of the matter.

After all, the empire needs a war general, not a strange legend wandering in the dark forest.

In addition, if a particularly skilled but mentally challenged character suddenly appears among the Ultramarines, he may very well be appointed as a Warmaster by the ambitious Regent to divide the military command's power!

So we can't wait any longer; we must immediately announce that Ryan has returned and become the Imperial Warmaster!

This is why the inner circle allowed Terran envoys to arrive for the first time; the Dark Angels also wouldn't allow the position of Warmaster to fall into the hands of others!

Now that the Primarch has returned and there are no secrets to hold against us, it's the perfect time to rebuild and start afresh!

The old lion's eyes were filled with worry, yet they also concealed a rugged, primal wildness, and he even felt his body becoming excited and youthful again.

As far as his eyes could see, the Dark Angels were fully armed, and the Stone Fortress stood firm, as if everything had returned to its heyday more than 10,000 years ago.

The Primarch was finally about to speak. The moment his lips parted, the sky—if the air confined by these artificial force fields could be called the sky—was filled with light.

Golden lightning bolts struck down from the sky, their golden light dazzling.

Then Ryan fainted, causing the Dark Angel to lose his composure in panic. The Terran emissary realized his life was in danger and wondered if he would be silenced by these warriors.

He couldn't help but wonder if the original body's body was indeed failing due to old age, and that such a shock caused him to faint.

After all, there are many stories in ancient Terra where people were frustrated and unsuccessful, but suddenly rose to prominence and were driven insane by the shock.