Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It was Ferrus.

“I’ve found it. The people’s heads are placed inside a warp labyrinth. Brother, I need your help to show me the way.”

Feralus knelt on one knee, stretched out his large hand to the ground, gesturing for Aaron to climb up and sit on his shoulders.

Once Aaron had climbed up, Feralus strode toward the spot where the head of the Chaos statue was kept.

At this moment, Anda's eyesight deteriorated, and he switched back to normal.

"Oh, my son—"

"That's my son! How could you have fooled him!"

Black King ignored the sharp questions and returned to his own little den.

He just took some of the tea leaves that Hades left behind.

Having Aaron is great; he can freely replace things in the subspace and the real universe. Even the eroding and destructive Chaos Realm cannot destroy him and can only be forced to accept the existence of these things.

After taking a sip of tea, Black King pondered, "If I had done this earlier, I could have enjoyed a life of luxury much sooner!"

As for the only cost—

Just then, Adachi was watching a gust of cold wind blow by, and a few strands of hair fell from his head.

"My—hair!"

The furious roar reverberated through the heavens and earth. Even though no lightning was visible in the thunderclouds that had not yet dissipated, the deafening roar filled people with despair, fearing that a torrential downpour would begin at any moment, and that the world-destroying flood would arrive again.

It is still unknown who disturbed the Thunder God King in the sky.

Chapter 493 Feralas' Past, Tzeentch's Labyrinth (3K)

Artillery fire, smoke, scorched earth—

This is what Aaron saw in the first scene when he was carried by Feralas into the labyrinth.

Or rather, only Feralus entered the labyrinth.

Tzeentch has completely given up on the Messiah's invasion. Who knows where the Messiah has sent himself? Black King, you should tone down that look.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Aaron coughed violently, using his hands to push himself up from the still-hot mud. His clothes were dirty and covered in smoke.

He tried to open his eyes to see where he was, but his eyes were squinted and he couldn't open them very wide.

Even from this limited field of vision, one can only clearly see what's happening within a few steps around them.

What's even more terrifying is that what happened just now was merely a peaceful prelude. In the few moments after I began to act, everything changed.

It was like countless actors and props standing backstage, ready to go on stage. Upon hearing the command, in an instant, gongs and drums resounded, the earth shook, smoke and dust surged, and the exploding dirt splashed onto Aaron.

The tremors on the ground felt as if someone were casually pulling the earth like a blanket on a bed. If one's vision were normal, one might have seen the entire ground surging like a tsunami.

Yes, it's just that the shape of water causes waves to appear when it's shaken.

On a larger scale, given enough force, ground waves can be more terrifying than tsunamis.

It looked as if giants were standing on either side of the earth, each pulling at the hem of the tablecloth on the ground in a struggle.

The entire tablecloth and tabletop were creaking and hissing in pain.

The collapse of heaven and earth now has a clear scene to describe it; this is the first time the earth has been tormented to such an extent under non-natural disaster conditions.

The sky, however, is probably gone, obscured by the intense smoke of battle.

There was nowhere to live between heaven and earth, and every step felt like walking through swirling dust and grime.

Based on Aaron's estimation of the impact on his body, he figured only someone like Marum, an Astartes, could barely function normally here.

Not to mention the various creatures that exist on the ground?

Ordinary soldiers have lost the right to survive here.

What's even more terrifying is that this is just a corner of the battlefield, no, even the most insignificant edge of the ongoing war.

It was merely the aftermath of a mix of various weapons that caused the damage.

Aaron didn't even see the forces on either side of the battle.

If he were to advance towards the area where the battle was taking place, the soil beneath his feet would likely liquefy completely, instantly swallowing and submerging everything on it.

If you're extremely lucky, you might be overturned and spewed out by the next wave of the earth, thrown into the sky.

Aaron thought to himself that he had to keep moving forward and find something in this chaotic world.

Why did Pheros, who led him to search for the labyrinth, end up separating them and causing such a disastrous situation?

Could this be the war that had the greatest impact on Felus?

Perhaps his head is right here—

Bang!

Another wave of earth-shaking force swept in, and Aaron was lucky enough not to sink into the trembling, liquid-like earth. Right beneath him was the corpse of an Astartes.

Before the power armor exploded, he was thrown into the sky along with Aaron.

Aaron watched helplessly as his perspective gradually rose, flying past the highest layer of the ground waves, until he didn't even know when he had reached the real sky and above the clouds, where he witnessed the most spectacular scene.

Countless meteors are piercing through the clouds, heading straight for the waves of the earth.

The meteor's trail came from the densely packed steel warships in the sky. Their crowding reminded Aaron of the Tyranid motherships that he and Guilliman had first seen, which covered most of the sky.

No, it will be even more crowded.

Does this mean that in the future, humans might be able to assemble a human advantage that surpasses even the insects' numbers on local battlefields?

However, Aaron only had time to think about these things before he heard a sound from below him.

The helmet of the Astartes that carried him into the sky fell off.

It was like opening a can of thick soup, with various tissues that had been mixed into soup constantly falling out from the neck area.

It turns out that even Astartes couldn't survive in that kind of environment.

He carefully examined the markings on the power armor and noticed a long snake that resembled a beautiful woman's hair.

Aaron had heard Marum mention that this was one of the symbols of the Steel Hand.

They once held the name Medusa, which was the name of the tribe on their home planet, Feralus.

The geological structure there is also unstable.

However, it was completely different from what I had just experienced; most environmental disasters on the Primarch's home planet were natural disasters.

The force that could cause a planet to crumble like an egg, like the surging waves on the ground, was caused by war.

What exactly are they trying to kill that warrants such a large-scale operation?

As Aaron was still being thrown around by the explosions, some of the explosions were activated before they even hit the ground. He could even see the horizon and the dark world in his field of vision.

This refers to the scene observed from near-Earth orbit where the black space and the blue sky are completely separated.

He shouldn't even be able to breathe air here, but Aaron's body is still able to maintain a normal, surviving posture.

He didn't know where he was going to be thrown, but he was overcome with drowsiness before finally falling asleep.

He saw a magnificent warship, predominantly decorated in purple, appear above his line of sight.

Aaron then landed in Feralas' arms, surrounded by a silver mirrored maze.

Countless human heads are kept here.

(Tzeentch refused the Messiah's request to visit, but this did not prevent the Messiah from reaching his brother through a dream.)

The labyrinth described by Aunt Athena is similar to this one.

However, my aunt's maze collapsed, and all the silver walls or mirrors shattered into pieces of varying sizes, crowding into a funnel-like space, dragging her towards the bottom.

This one is still relatively intact; the intruder needs to search for the head in the maze normally, so it can't be smashed directly.

Athena, being immortal, is unaffected.

Ordinary people would probably turn to dust along with the collapsing labyrinth.

"Phew—Ferus, guess what I just saw?"

Aaron jumped down from Feralas's arms and began to describe what he had just seen.

Unable to nod or make any facial expression, the headless brother could only speak:

"That doesn't matter. Wars happen all the time. Before the war that ends all wars breaks out, all our experiences are just building blocks on the way to the end."

"Once you've stepped over it, that's the way you came from; there's no need to look back."

Aaron stomped his foot on the ground, then tried tapping on the glass wall beside him, and sighed:

"Sigh, how come you guys are so eloquent, and quite philosophical too. 'The war that ends all wars,' that's a good quote, I hope it won't become some famous saying."

There was something else he didn't say, something he inherited from Anda Weir—the inhuman side of his personality:

You can't go back and look at it now.

Aaron took a deep breath, stretched out his arms, and asked:

"Alright, now what do you need me to do?"

Feralus pointed to the path ahead in the maze and said calmly:

"Choose a direction for me, save those heads."

Aaron nodded emphatically, still unable to suppress his inner impulse:

"Okay, so you're just using me as a coin toss. But all the heads here should already be taken, so we'll leave you with the ones that aren't left out."

Damn it, the old man's influence on me is becoming more and more profound.

(Anda: The power of genes, son.)

Fortunately, Ferrus doesn't care about these things; perhaps he has some little secrets.

If one can leave a deep impression on their elder brother with this demeanor, especially since this characteristic is something their other brothers do not possess—

Brother, hehehe, brother.