Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Fortunately, Aaron arrived not long afterward.

His older brother wouldn't go so far as to chat with others outside all night, but this is basically due to Xiao An.

Although Angron is the Primarch, under normal circumstances, as long as he doesn't go out to find food, he should rest according to the schedule that Aaron believes a three- or four-year-old child should have.

This caused the original body's physical adaptability to start working, and Xiao An has been getting sleepy at certain times lately.

Just like when Ryan first grew up in the forests of Caliban, he was the size of a human teenager.

Xiao An lives in such an environment and is currently in the state of a three or four-year-old because his initial infant appearance is not well adapted to human society where he can speak and perform basic physical movements.

It's definitely not because the old man said that two-year-olds can climb chimneys.

Aaron went inside the tarpaulin and saw the old man scratching himself with a severed hand. The hand was able to move freely, and the fingers could adjust the pressure and direction of the scratching. It was a truly ingenious back scratcher or massage machine. Oh, it was also his own brother.

That old man might have used Angron as a pillow, or even a lumbar pillow, without his knowledge.

He quickly snatched Coz's little hand from his father's, the latter pitifully conveying his needs.

Anda chuckled, making room on the donkey cart, and said, "In the past, when your brother got into trouble, you would get sleepy and have a dream about it. Now you don't feel sleepy, which means it's not a big deal, just that your child got lost."

"How old is Lao Ba now? He would have come back on his own as long as he could find a spaceship."

These words were meant to comfort the sons and reassure them not to worry so much.

Sigh, he's such a responsible father, always worrying about his family.

Even Aaron couldn't refute the old man's words. He lay down quietly, holding Koz's little hand, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

This time, without having to bang my head against the wall or use any other stimulating methods to enter the dream, I arrived in the future world quite smoothly.

Aaron opened his eyes, and the little hand in his arms had disappeared. It seemed that it had only served as a medium and had not returned to the future.

He looked around and saw that he was in a narrow metal wreckage cabin, with many pieces of steel exposed or broken by the impact of the explosion.

Dark green light shone through the few gaps, mixed with an unbearable smell.

He got up and picked up a broken metal rod from the ground. It was covered with spiral patterns and looked a lot like the holy sword of physics his father had mentioned.

Aaron took a deep breath and assessed the situation. This cabin should have had a door and passage connecting the two places, rather than being an independent space or a cabin on a ship.

He was still on the surface of some planet, and the light that pierced through the cracks, though dim, was indeed the brilliance of stars.

The surrounding broken pipe marks reminded me of a similar structure I'd seen in Xiao Pei's factory.

So he's currently in one of the factories that were attacked?

The extent of the damage was clearly caused by artillery bombardment, not a natural disaster, and there was no gap connecting it to the outside world that it could pass through.

They could only use the steel bars in their hands to dig and widen the space so they could climb out.

Aaron swung his arms and dug several times before realizing that he could imagine teleporting in his dream.

Sigh, I used to say that Uncle Ares lacked imagination in his use of psychic powers, but I never thought I would be so constrained by it.

Aaron looked out of the crack, took a deep breath, and imagined his body reaching the outside of the cabin.

The next moment, his body landed, completely unharmed, and he was already standing on the collapsed wall outside the cabin, glimpsing the dark scene ravaged by war.

The ruins were merely the most insignificant part of the scene. The numerous magnificent, riddled structures in the sky, suspended in the air by some unknown means, each one exceeding several thousand meters in size, were even larger than many of the mountains Aaron had ever seen, making one feel suffocated.

They now resemble giants being punished and suspended, with the fragments of their components constantly falling off.

All the floating megastructures, which should have been the pinnacle of technological civilization, have become like the remnants of fallen gods, the work of some unknown demon.

Chapter 513 Conrad Coz's Prophecy, Aaron: Our Dad's Prophecy Was All Fake (3K)

It's unclear how these colossal structures were suspended in the air, but each one is far superior to the Hanging Gardens sought by the Babylonian kings.

All the damage marks are traces of near-crystallized material left by some kind of extreme high-temperature burning and penetration, which is why these megastructures can still barely retain their shape.

It's like a severely injured patient covered in bandages; though he's in a living hell, at least he still has arms and legs.

Aaron continued to observe and saw no foundation beneath the giant structure, meaning that before the disaster, this place was composed of countless sky cities.

Unlike the sky city that humans imagine, which is an entire city suspended in the air, these are individual megastructures located in the air.

I wonder what a magnificent sight this place must have been before it was invaded and destroyed?

And what exactly caused the disaster that destroyed this place, and is it still at the level of—

Aaron's thoughts abruptly ceased, and his body instinctively hid under a pile of wreckage.

A rustling sound came clearly to my ears, followed by a rhythmic but distinct sound of some kind of insect limbs striking the ground.

Do do do—

Click——!

A monster roughly the size of two Astartes, forming the shape of a centaur, hovered above the wreckage where Aaron was hiding. With each twist of its neck, a rustling sound could be heard from the muscles of its neck rubbing against its chitinous carapace.

There was also a clicking sound from the jaw opening and closing involuntarily and hitting the palate. Fortunately, I didn't hear any chewing sounds. It's just that this monster's jaw is relatively hard, and it makes a lot of noise when it moves.

Animals with shells are most likely insects.

If it's an insect that big, it can only be the Tyranids I first saw on Guilliman's battlefield, the overwhelming Tyranids that physically covered half the sky.

So, this world, whose main style is characterized by floating megastructures, was destroyed by the Tyranids?

Based on Aaron's limited understanding, those insects were only known to be able to unleash power comparable to technological weapons with their physical bodies, directly creating living plasma cannons. What material life form could do that?

It's like rubbing so-called scientific and technological knowledge into the ground.

At least the father felt that the Primarch was the most perfect being among material life (though still far inferior to himself), and the Primarch was not omnipotent, nor had he ever seen any of his brothers able to spit lasers.

However, based on some fragments of information, it seems that Pony did something earth-shattering, and the trouble he caused is hard to assess. It may be the peak of Primarch's destructive power.

Aaron felt that his thoughts were not those of a living person. The terrifying insect was right above his head, separated from him by a wall, while his mind was still wandering and thinking about other things.

He may have inherited a lot of his father's personality traits, to the point that he wouldn't feel afraid even when facing death, but would instead have more extra thoughts or even hellish jokes.

The only difference is that the father won't die, and it will be a matter of whether he can still laugh when it's his turn to die.

Fortunately, the insects landed right above Aaron. The leader of the insects hesitated for a moment, then, finding no other living creatures, turned and left.

The other insects, seemingly without their own will, followed the tide and receded.

Individual Tyranids do not possess their own consciousness, but this leader is not intelligent either; it is merely a node for transmitting higher-level command orders across the vast battlefield.

This is one of the few ways insects follow scientific principles, just as larger organisms tend to have more clusters of neural nodes.

Without these nodes to assist in the activity, it would take countless years to transmit bioelectrical signals in the nerves on its own.

This is why, when humans use themselves as a benchmark, smaller creatures, despite not moving very fast, seem swift.

Even though the larger the creatures are moving distances that are measured in meters, they still seem slow.

This is probably why slow motion is often used in the filming of giant battle scenes.

Oh, these are just some tidbits about the future that the old man casually mentioned on the way.

I have no idea what he's thinking about all day long.

Aaron waited until the swarm of insects receded before emerging from the wreckage where he had been hiding. The next moment, the crater in front of him was lifted up, and Conrad Coz burst out of the ground.

This scene looks very much like a vampire count who has been trapped underground for thousands of years and has finally broken the seal and returned.

The Primarch and Aaron looked at each other, bewildered.

Koz hurriedly reached out and touched his face to confirm its authenticity.

Aaron never expected that he would find the missing Primarch that Little Hand had mentioned so soon after entering the dream.

A proper humanoid Koz, the kind with a nose and a mouth.

"This should be the first time we meet."

Koz spoke first, tossing his hair to shake off the construction debris.

Despite looking dirty all over, his handsomeness was undiminished, especially his smooth black hair, which was the perfect hairstyle his father had always dreamed of.

"However, Xiao An ate quite a lot. Thinking about it now, it's really interesting. I've even heard that the Devourers have started to form a cook army."

Koz walked toward Aaron, brushing the dust off his clothes. He wasn't wearing power armor, just casual clothes.

It is clear that when studying his prophecies, no danger was anticipated.

"Phew—I'm suffocating. I don't know where these bugs came from. I was searching for a way out in the endless prophecy-constructed time, and then I was sent here."

He explained his disappearance, knowing that Aaron had come to this place because of Little Hands' plea for help.

Aaron jumped down, looked around at the road, chose a direction to move forward, and asked:

"Why did you suddenly start studying prophecy? Little Hand said it only started after you talked to Magnus."

Koz nodded and said:

“Each brother has his own talent, and my ability is related to prophecy. From the moment you were born, I saw that a bright future was destined to happen, so I haven’t used it for a long time.”

"But I also understand that the road to a bright future is bound to be full of regrets and even pain. After Magnus came to me, I felt that I should reuse these abilities to at least avoid some mistakes."

Aaron put his hands behind his head and kicked at the pebbles on the road:

"You actually believe in prophecy? The old man always says that your talents are part of his abilities that you each inherited, but he can't actually prophesy. He can only see future memories or speculate on what will happen in the future based on existing conditions. It's just that the accuracy rate is a bit high, and the psionic mind simulates the occurrence of those results, so it looks like a prophecy."

"He's actually quite useless. He has no idea about the memories his future self doesn't want him to see. He doesn't even know what he'll eat for lunch that day, or who will cook for him."

"They don't even know when they'll catch a fish! So, Koz, you don't need to worry too much about what your prophecy shows. By the way, what did you see?"

Koz listened patiently to his brother's complaints about their father, and he agreed with them, as his father in his time was the same.

They just roughly felt that half of the original forces would rebel in the future, but they didn't know who it was or how it would happen, so they even went so far as to have Guilliman conduct an exercise to attack the solar system.

Guilliman conquered Terra with great success, but he couldn't keep up the game. He arrested several of his sons who were responsible, and then remained silent, acting as riddle tellers.

If anyone were to actually ask whether the emperor was worried about his son's rebellion, they would become even more hesitant.

The scene of Little Pei being beaten so badly that she saw stars and hiding in a secret room, trying to hold back her tears, is still stored in the surveillance footage of the security department under Dorn's jurisdiction.

Actually, the surveillance system had been running for a long time, but it wasn't mentioned just to save face for Fourth Brother.

Koz's job was simply to grab Aaron and help him up when they encountered sections of road Aaron couldn't climb, explaining as he did so:

"Some images that I can't determine exactly how far back in time are from me: a space mechanical skeleton made some kind of spear, preparing to kill some being in the warp, but instead caused technological pollution throughout the galaxy."

"It's like this: if you're going to build a chair, you'll unconsciously set up spikes, corrosion, and even countless torturous traps on it, and you'll firmly believe that the more wicked a machine is, the more likely it is to be accomplished."