Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

In an instant, the swords of many dark angels were already at the necks of the Terran envoys, while the many pardoning angels, though not wielding swords, were a group personally pardoned by their father.

However, they were also secretly watched, and people wondered if the fallen angels were still up to no good and wanted to wipe out the dark angels all at once after they gathered.

Fortunately, Ryan's vital signs were normal, and his body even began to show a golden glow, the color of an emperor.

In addition, this time neither side had a commander who was so foolish as to launch an attack, so everyone was much more restrained than they were more than 10,000 years ago.

Actually, Ryan wasn't that fragile; he just happened to be called by his father to run an errand.

Black King didn't pay much attention to what his sons were doing. Naturally, whenever something happened, he would call them and tell them to hurry up and deal with the matter for their father, no matter how busy they were outside.

The typical stubborn old man's personality.

When Ryan opened his eyes, he was standing at the edge of the forest and the camp, and saw another form of the headless Felus directing a large group of Astartes engulfed in flames to dig the forest soil and cut down trees for processing.

Due to the unique nature of the cursed warriors, the soil inevitably became granular and sandy after being excavated.

But with the marked excavation area still visible in the distance, and people replanting saplings of unknown origin, Ryan accepted the fact that the land resources near the camp had been dug up.

"Perhaps it's just another hallucination of the father."

He whispered, and footsteps came from behind him. A disheveled man with messy hair and a stubble beard, whose entire body was shrouded in black, walked in with a nonchalant air. It was the appearance of his father from the past that he had seen not long ago.

But the darkness surrounding Him signifies that this is the current Father, the Emperor of Mankind, not Anda Weir.

"Why did you decide to dress yourself up, Father? Or is it that if you transform into the likeness of Aaron, we will turn a blind eye to you because of Aaron?"

Ryan turned to the side with his head bowed, looking very respectful, but what he said was no different from being sarcastic.

Black King even tried picking his nose while talking, but after thinking for a moment, he chose to communicate normally.

This is a power He could not master when He was human, and now He is finally beginning to learn how to use it:

“I’ve seen Aaron. His abilities have inspired me. Although I must be shrouded in destruction to leave my territory, at least—”

Ryan interrupted his father:

"At least you don't have to appear in my dreams as an old man or a fairy to subtly tell me something. I hope this is a good start. Now, tell me what you want me to do."

“I should be ready to return to the Empire, which is exactly what you want me to do, but I guess this time will be different.”

Black King nodded and said:

“Don’t be so impatient, Ryan. I still want to explain the matter of Number Ten to you. Aaron will save him, but I’m worried about what will happen if there are two Number Tens at the same time.”

Ryan cautioned, "Even if there are two Feralas, they'll only have one head."

The Black King was amused by these words; His newly born human sense of humor was a little too sharp, even when it was directed at his own son.

"Okay, let's get down to business. I've run into some trouble, but Aaron isn't with me. After thinking it over, I decided to come to you."

Dorn could have gone back, as both he and Ryan had, but Dorn is nowhere to be found now.

Then only the old lion can send it back to help.

However, it's impossible to create a human-sized body for Ryan like Aaron did, allowing him to go back in time and feast with his aunts and uncles.

The Black King could only allow Ryan's forest to briefly return through the passage left by Aaron, and deal with those scoundrels who threatened him.

You ask Him why He doesn't do it himself?

Never mind that. Black King finally got a chance to put Anda in his place and test whether he could understand Aaron's abilities, so he had to seize the opportunity.

Black King briefly recounted the predicament he had encountered. Ryan's task was to extend the forest, engulf those people, and take them down one by one with a single punch.

He is not yet confident that he can bring Ryan to life in 599 BC.

After all, even the four ancient gods had a hard time causing trouble. If we put them more than 40,000 years later, the four gods could basically corrupt any planet they glared at.

In Terra at that time, even with the four of them taking turns, they could only corrupt one city-state.

Alas, the limitations of our times.

Ryan, upon hearing the whole story, mocked:

"You remember things from more than 40,000 years ago, but you don't know how much chaos you caused more than 10,000 years ago."

Black King stood with his hands in his pockets, showing no remorse whatsoever.

Anda's shamelessness is also a necessity of his own humanity; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to fight against the four Chaos Gods.

He spoke:

"Those things aren't important. Focus on solving the problems at hand, Ryan. Don't let the future hold you back in the present."

Ryan simply strode forward, leaving his father's side and walking towards his headless brother, leaving behind the words:

"Keep being shameless and always wanting to lecture others, Father, so that when your brother's dream comes true, we won't have any more psychological burden."

Upon hearing this, Black King's lips twitched involuntarily, as if Xiao An were pulling his mouth and forcing white soup down his throat.

It doesn't matter. Anyway, the time when the twenty-one brothers were gathered at their most complete was more than ten thousand years ago. It was the human emperor who got beaten up. What does it have to do with the Dark King?

What a coincidence, both Anda and Black King think the same thing. I wonder what the Emperor is thinking.

Speaking of the twenty-one brothers—

Black King recalled his second brother, and the idea that both the soul and the body are "reality."

Is it too late for the second child?

Ryan had reached Feralus and embraced his brother; he couldn't tell whether they were in physical form or in spirit.

The power created by the father sounds quite in line with the authority of the gods, at least the great demons of the four gods probably feel the same way within their respective evil god domains.

Is it true that I still can't compare to my brother's natural talent?

"Dig less. This forest has tormented me, but it is also my home. I accept these trials."

Ryan hugged his brother. They weren't very familiar with each other, and the other guy was headless and probably couldn't speak, so Ryan could convey his meaning.

He loosened his grip on his chest and patted Feralas on the shoulder before being remotely controlled and sent away by the Black King.

"Ferus, remember, from now on, no matter who you meet, you must act as if you cannot speak or hear. I need a good observation window!"

The Black King astutely recognized the value of the headless Ferrus and knew it would be of great use in the future.

In 599 BC, a fragment of a subspace realm landed in a small courtyard in the city of Mendis.

Those black-robed men who were just about to draw their swords suddenly felt the light of the sky change, and several eerie, towering trees grew out of the small courtyard.

Chapter 487 Ryan's Flying Head Punch (3K)

It was just a few trees, yet it created a gloomy and chilly atmosphere.

It even looks like a dense, endless, dark forest.

I could see the wall beyond the trees and the familiar street corner.

But in a moment of distraction, the light before my eyes suddenly turned dark, just like the dense forest I saw in reality. Fear arose from those dark and unknown places.

It looks like some terrifying predator might emerge from there.

"I feel like I've smelled your scent somewhere before."

Ryan is in this time with his complete body, but he can only exist within the forest and cannot stray far.

Even so, his body was already beginning to blur, and he needed to return to his own time to stabilize.

But that's enough for me to deal with these little bits of trash.

Mortals are less than rats in the presence of Primarchs; at least, Ryan has actually seen some rats jump up and curse.

He began to throw punches, killing these mortals. Their corpses didn't even need to be dealt with; they were directly absorbed and devoured by the bloodthirsty vines that the terrifying trees swung down.

Ryan was speechless. He looked at his father sleeping peacefully on the recliner and wondered if the two were the same person now.

No wonder his father in his time only dared to dig up the trees near the camp that his brother had purified. Once the true appearance of the Caliban Horror Forest was revealed, it was hardly a habitable environment.

For a considerable period in the Empire's internal records, Caliban was considered to be part of the dead world.

"That's all?"

Ryan asked, and Anda, who was on the recliner, twisted her waist and turned around, groggily opening her eyes:

"Hey, didn't you just leave? Why are you back? How long have I been sleeping?"

"Aaron has already brought the Primarch back to this era in his complete form? That makes sense, those four bastards all sent back the Archmage."

Anda kept chattering away, thinking he had slept for months and that many things had happened that he was unaware of.

Ryan knelt on one knee, briefly explaining that this was how the future father had received his elder brother's teachings, which were now being verified.

This action was to verify the success rate, and it seems to be working very well.

Anda sat up slightly, glanced at the unsightly trees around him, and then, feeling a pang of conscience, remarked:

"You grew up in this kind of environment? It must have been tough for you."

Ryan nodded to himself. Indeed, his father still had some humanity at this moment.

However, the next moment, Adachi continued:

"When you kill the giant beasts in these terrifying forests or cut down the man-eating giant trees, have you tried to make armor and weapons with the leftover materials? Do they have any enhancement effects when worn? After all, these are creations of the warp, and in some worldviews they would be legitimate magical materials."

Ryan closed his eyes to calm his high blood pressure.

He didn't know if the Primarch would develop these mortal ailments as he aged, but for a moment when he heard these nonsense, he genuinely doubted that the Primarch's loss was entirely the fault of his Mother, Ilda.

The father is also implicated.

Ryan finally calmed down and said:

“If you’re interested, I can try to connect to Qatarchan and send some over so you can experience it for yourself. Kaliban is in ruins by my time, but Qatarchan is still intact.”

Anda looked disdainful and waved his hand dismissively.

"Never mind then. I submitted a design proposal when the future Katachon was designed, but I didn't win the bid. Who knows how it evolved into that shape?"

"Alright, now that my future self has succeeded in the experiment and I've avoided having my head chopped off, you should hurry back to work if there's nothing else. Aaron is still worried about Guilliman working so hard, so Uncle sent him one."

As Anda spoke, she lay down comfortably and busied herself shooing her son away.

In the future, whatever that old man does will be none of his business, as long as he doesn't touch Aaron, and he can do whatever he wants with his other sons.

Anyway, Ryan, that silly kid, is hardworking and conscientious. He seems to have the opposite personality to the wolf cub, but they are actually the same. He does whatever he is told.