Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Felus banished these strange thoughts and focused on following Aaron. He must have been delirious just now; those thoughts were insignificant.

Aaron indeed began to try to understand the maze through his own thinking. After discovering that he could not find any pattern, he could only close his eyes and rely on his senses to find a way out.

He's now seeing his brother in a dream, not in the real world.

Therefore, every time Aaron chooses a direction, a strong obsession arises in his heart:

I made the right choice! I made the right choice!

This made even the usually indifferent Tianqi want to spit on it.

You've driven it like this, how are other people supposed to play?

Also, does my demon have become less intelligent when it comes to you?

Never mind, I'm going to go train Yu Ma; he'll be leaving the mountain soon.

You will slowly and steadily travel eastward, and it will be time for you to see the gods born of human folly.

The malice within the warp isn't limited to us; the malice you yourselves create also counts.

Tzeentch had no interest in watching someone who was cheating livestream, especially since this person wasn't even acting and there was no entertainment value whatsoever.

Aaron had it much easier, finding everyone's heads one after another without any trouble.

Without Felus, they would never have been able to find this labyrinth that only the headless could discover.

Once these heads are moved back to reality, Anda will have to put them back on one by one.

Before each installation, the head must be awakened and asked, "Is this your body?"

In the end, Anda was too lazy to move, so Ferrus went back to the site and set up an assembly line, with one line for the body and one line for the head, rotating on both sides.

Stop pressing when it matches.

This is much simpler.

Ferrus had to wait until the trouble was resolved before he could go back, so he held little An in his arms and listened to his younger brother chattering about his past experiences.

I'm so envious.

No, Angron deserves all of this.

Felus couldn't help but wonder what Anglon would think of his father if he knew his original fate.

Chapter 494 Replaceable Heads: Feralus and the Angel Gabriel (3K)

"This is the last head, sigh—"

As dawn broke, Anda held the statue's head in his hands.

Beside him were cursed warriors engulfed in flames, helping to dismantle the Andariel assembly line.

Although their movements were skillful and they looked extremely serious.

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the magnificent figure of the great god-emperor in his youth.

Your Majesty is really handsome.

And they started worrying about the fate of humanity so early on, staying up all night to save humanity.

Anda, unlike Aaron, was not so concerned about the jokes of hell, so he simply tossed the heads in his hands to Feralus.

"Hey, Lao Shi, you're missing a head, how about taking this thing back with you?"

"Your Steel Hands are also connected to Medusa, aren't you? This thing can turn people into stone."

The old man was probably not joking; he genuinely wanted to place the statue's head on Feralas's neck.

After all, if we're joking, he's already started practicing dribbling and layups with this statue head as if it were a ball sport.

Feralus pretended that he had no ears and therefore could not hear, and simply gathered up all the collected projections related to Chaos.

In reality, the demon named Paris and Chaos were not on the same side; they simply happened to hide the secret in the Silver Labyrinth.

These chaotic vortexes, now converging in Feralus's hands, are actually Chaos's projections.

As deities not widely remembered, even as the first creations in mythology, only these few remain in the Warp.

"There are still two things to do. One is how you decide to deal with Chaos. The other is that Ryan instructed Marvin, the petrified alien."

Felus came before Aaron and told him the truth. His tall stature infuriated Anda, who was trying to press his head against Aaron's neck from behind.

No matter how high he jumped, he couldn't reach the target height.

“You unfilial son! You’re headless. I kindly found you one, and you’re being picky and only talking to your brother.”

"Do you even see me as your father anymore?!"

Feralus handed the Chaos Cyclone to Aaron, who then passed it to Angron, letting him hold it and play with it.

Feralus then turned around and said respectfully:

“Father, if you search the records carefully, you don’t call us sons very often. Most of the time you treat us as tools. Your Majesty has always been in my eyes. The only difference is whether Your Majesty is willing to be our father.”

Anda pouted and muttered:

"I didn't hear you, come closer."

Taking advantage of Feralas kneeling on one knee, he leaped high and slammed the statue's head onto Feralas's neck.

When Anda landed, he lost his balance and fell hard on his bottom, crying out in pain.

It's unclear whether he was trying to gain sympathy and avoid his sons criticizing him too harshly, or whether he was genuinely hurt.

Ferrus was exasperated by his father's childish behavior. Logically, it should be someone Ann's age who would do such things. He shook his head—

No, his neck was able to naturally control the stone, which wasn't perfectly fitted, giving him basic head-twisting and moving abilities!

Could it be that Father really had this planned all along, and that all of this was part of his calculations?

No wonder the rebels described a terrifying monster who was extremely cunning, scheming against all humans and Primarchs, all for the sake of becoming a god.

Then Feralas saw Aaron kick his father in the backside, and the latter quickly got up, one running ahead and the other chasing behind.

Aaron's movements could still be described as human, while his father's movements could only be described as having a rudimentary human form, with the only similarity between them being that they both had limbs and heads.

In particular, the father liked to show an evil smile after each time he evaded capture.

It sent chills down his spine; he feared that even the most powerful evil gods, those deep within the subspace, behaved in this manner.

Felus felt ashamed because the people whose heads had been placed were waking up, and some had already seen their father's ridiculous state.

After many years, he finally made the gesture of covering his face.

Alas, the rebellious Primarchs were overthinking things; Father has always been a fool.

“I must leave now. The passage my father built is not stable. It is essentially a stolen suppression of the passage my brother once used, and I cannot stay here for long.”

"It feels pretty good to have a head on my neck," Felus said from afar.

Marum bowed to bid farewell to the Primarch, noticing that among the legendary cursed warriors, some were watching him.

He met the other person's gaze and received a nod in return.

These suits of armor, as if forged in hell, no longer bear legion insignia, and even the beings within the power armor form are not living beings.

These can be considered to be subspace entities, only they look identical to Astartes.

They are ghosts.

Marum felt those gazes, among which were those of fellow Ultra Warriors.

Marum felt only respect, yet there were some extreme ideas within each legion.

Not all Ultramarines are honest people. Some people think that after an Ultramarines sacrifice themselves, their souls should return to the Golden Throne, or be salvaged and stuffed into the Dreadnought.

What does it mean to be under the command of another Primarch?

This is betrayal!

Alas, it's hard to correct this kind of obsessive thinking unless Guilliman goes up and slaps him in the face.

Feralus, unaware of Marum's thoughts, simply expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you for your efforts, Marum. To tolerate such a king must be more torturous to your will than defeating a demon."

The Primarchs and the Bound Warriors' bodies gradually dissipated, returning to the Promised Land where they belonged.

Only Anda remained, having climbed onto someone else's rooftop and cursing at the sky.

The clouds that had gathered earlier had not yet dissipated, making it an opportune time to bring rain.

"It's thundering and raining! Time to go home and bring in the laundry!"

Anda shouted at the top of his lungs, and the sudden downpour startled the people who had just recovered.

They only felt a slight pain in their necks, but when they touched them, they found nothing wrong. They wondered why everyone had run out together in the middle of the night.

Now, whenever it rains, everyone rushes back home, and nobody pays attention to that thing standing on the roof like a wild monkey.

Aaron finally braved the storm to climb to the rooftop, grabbed the old man's trouser leg, and the two tumbled down together.

This time, Anda held her son tightly, not letting go, so that Marum wouldn't forget about her when he came to pick him up.

A few seconds later, Marum, carrying the two of them, ran wildly through the streets, trying to get home.

Xiao An was the only one pulling those automatic head-inserting machines as he ran behind.

Logically, these machines should be destroyed, but Xiao An thought that if they were modified, they might be used to process food.

For example, making noodles with fillings inside.

Anyway, it can be used for disinfection, so there's no need to worry about these instruments having been used to poke someone's head.

The family finally arrived home. Marum helped Anda boil water for a bath, change his clothes, and dry them.

Only then did they rest.

More than 40,000 years later, in the nascent form of the divine kingdom, Feralus knelt beside a recliner, feeling his statue head being patted by his father.

Because his father used to carve it into a bald head, when his father pats it now, it makes a crisp, clanging sound. Any normal person would be tempted to pat it a few more times.

Does it sound good? What sounds good is a good start.

“Not bad, I’ll fix this for you another day and change it to the Medusa visor style. It doesn’t look good just being bare.”