Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Vashtor felt he might have misjudged yesterday and needed to double-check how much closer the Emperor was to godhood than he was.

He stared at the figure, a young, bald man? He had been so dazzling yesterday; was this what the emperor actually looked like?

Meanwhile, 800 years after 30K, in orbit above an alien planet that has been pacified for the first time.

The Emperor, who was bringing Loja to Horus to learn about the legion's structure, clutched his lower back, looking somewhat weak, and sat on the throne of his flagship, cursing in Chinese:

"What's the boss doing? Let me see, my memories are a bit strange. Damn it, why won't he let me see the past or the future?"

Concerned voices came from the surroundings:

"Father, what are you thinking about? This doesn't seem to be our language."

Horus, his son, the son to whom all was entrusted, was gazing intently upon him.

Loka stood calmly beside Horus, showing none of the expected longing.

The emperor sat down and casually said:

"It's alright, some meaningless thoughts are just drifting by."

"Horus, he has only returned at seventeen. You must take on the responsibility of teaching him everything about us and what we desire."

Horus bowed his head meekly and looked back at his brother with a gentle smile.

Loka simply returned a polite smile, glancing at Horus's short, thin hair with a slightly scrutinizing look.

Compared to his elder brother, he was still somewhat lacking.

But now is not the time to ask his father and elder brother about matters. The threat of chaos is growing stronger. After leaving Kolchis, he could feel the rage within the warp waves.

But after his father brought him back, he never mentioned even a single word of demonic filth. It was as if those threats never existed.

That's interesting, Horus. Did you know about this?

Loka watched as Horus led him on a tour of the flagship, the Imperial Dream.

The two brothers walked on a metal-cast platform that extended into the deck, where a life-sustaining force field and artificial gravity were present, allowing them to remain "exposed" in outer space.

Luo Jia simply stared at the back of the other person's head, his gaze becoming increasingly amused.

There may be more than one father, or rather, more than one timeline.

So which dad is the bastard?

At this moment, Horus, who was walking ahead, was recalling something. When he was young, an older brother had told him how to be a trustworthy person among his brothers.

Start by cooking with your own hands.

He turned around, made up his mind, and, as if to avoid being overheard by the figure on the throne behind him, whispered:

Do you eat grilled fish?

Chapter 68 God Brother Descends from the Sky

Chogoris, outside the navel of heaven.

The Taxkar tribe, to which Chagatai belongs, has achieved an exceptionally bountiful harvest.

They acquired enough sheep to sustain them for the next three years, finally freeing up their resources to build an unbreakable alliance with the surrounding tribes.

Let us unite to face the Baladin people who cross the navel of the sky to hunt slaves and even take pleasure in it.

Angge Khan, Chagatai's father, invited young people from many tribes to a horse race, running around the edge of the navel of the sky.

After the match, they were also able to obtain the edge of the Heavenly Navel and find the direction most vulnerable to enemy attack.

Chagatai thought to himself, "My adoptive father is always so wise. His teachings have benefited me greatly."

He believed that Angge Khan was the chosen one who would unite the tribes, and that his adoptive father should be in the tribe's main tent, raising a toast with the Khans of many tribes.

He rode on White Scar's back, not participating in the competition, but merely acting as a guard.

White Scar is too powerful; no Chogorisma can surpass its speed.

Therefore, the leaders of many tribes agreed to guard the completion of the entire competition.

As the representative of the gods, they must watch this competition, which symbolizes unity, come to an end, and only after a victor has been determined can they return.

Warriors from other tribes who fell too far behind and couldn't persevere withdrew from the competition.

The winner who can persevere through the entire ten-day competition will become Angge Khan's son-in-law.

Ten days.

Chagatai felt the passage of time as he watched the twenty riders still running.

Half of them were Tuskarns, and the other tribes combined should have numbered more than seven times that of the Tuskarns.

Many of their tribe's fastest riders have retired.

Something's strange—

Chagatai realized that something was wrong by the seventh day of the competition.

Those warriors from other tribes who dropped out midway are in great danger.

These warriors were all leaders in their respective tribes and holders of military power.

Now, most of the leaders of their own tribes have left, while people from other tribes have returned. The crisis is already obvious.

No, he must rush back to the tribe tonight while he's resting to confirm.

Chagatai made up his mind, and the white scar beneath him suddenly stopped, staring anxiously in one direction from the navel of the heavens.

The warriors from the other races passed by one by one, having grown accustomed to the Chagatai's occasional stops to wait for the entire team to pass before catching up.

The ten warriors of Tuskar were the fiercest, and they even firmly occupied the top ten positions. They absolutely could not allow Angge Khan's daughter to be married off to an outside tribe.

In the end, only a dozen or so warriors from other tribes remained, scattered and barely keeping up. They looked very hardworking, but they didn't lead the way; they just stayed at the back.

Even at this moment, all the non-Taskarans surrounded the Khan in the crowd.

As if in perfect unison, they each threw out ropes imbued with the shaman's blessing, as if countless skillful hands were sewing these things together into a net that completely covered Chagatai and Baiba.

It is indeed a scam!

Chagatai shouted coldly, and the white-scarred man beneath him almost instantly changed from a standing position to a completely vertical position pressed against the ground, accelerating and breaking out of the encirclement before the net of heaven and earth could fall.

Then, with a drift assist, he got up and returned to a normal posture.

“Trouble. Angge Khan gave you a chance, but you insulted him, and you insulted me as well.”

Chagatai spoke in a low voice, drawing a large golden sword from his waist.

He could have easily used his fists, but this knife was a gift from his adoptive father, so he always carried it with him.

"What is it that tempted you to break your covenant?!"

He shouted and cursed, and the white-scarred man beneath him let out an angry neigh. The mounts of the people all cowered and only managed to steady themselves after their master tried his best to calm them down.

The leader, suppressing his trembling body, shouted as loudly as he could:

"The alliance! The tribes on the grasslands all rely on their own abilities! Why should they submit to you just because you provide them with food and clothing!"

"You Tuskar invaded our tribe first! When the Baladin invade, we'll send our warriors to their deaths!"

Chagatai's face didn't even show anger, but rather a sneer at his foolish behavior:

"Hahaha! Angge Khan has always treated you all as equals. I have never recommended doing this, but I agreed to all your conditions only because I wanted to witness my father's dream."

The Primarch pulled out his blade, and dealing with these mortals was no more troublesome than trimming their nails, since finding the right nail clippers was much more difficult.

“I can get back to the tribe today and bring your heads back with me.”

White Scar charged forward, hissing from his mouth and nose exploding out loud, instantly startling the two riders. Then, a flash of golden light appeared, and several heads fell to the ground.

Realizing what had happened, the group hurriedly drove their car towards the navel of the heavens.

On a normal grassland, they would have no chance of escaping the speed of the white scars.

Only on this dizzying, scorched-yellow grassland is there a glimmer of hope.

"Chagatai, you're too late to get back tonight! Today is the seventh day. We'll kill that madman Angge when the sun sets!"

"By the time you get back to Tuscal, all you'll see is a village that has been slaughtered!"

The leader shouted that they should make Chagatai even angrier, so that the influence of the Heavenly Navel would be even stronger.

However, the next moment, Chagatai's blade was already at the back of his neck, the cold edge almost rubbing against the hair on his body.

Then a bolt of lightning struck from the front, and his horse involuntarily leaned back. He lost consciousness and watched as his horse rolled to the ground.

Rumbling--

Several more thunderbolts struck from the ground, killing all the fleeing people ahead.

Finally, the golden chariot appeared before Chagatai, and all the lightning bolts stopped and dissipated in front of him.

What puzzled Chagatai was that the vehicle was not powered by any livestock, and no one could be seen driving it.

(Aaron: I'm so angry!)

He had no time to think; he pulled on the reins to turn back and run back to his tribe.

He even felt a sense of despair, because Chagatai knew that even if Bai Ba rushed back to the tribe at the fastest speed, it would already be after sunset.

Damn it, father, family, comrades—

Are we all going to die because of our own decisions?

For the first time, he felt fear—fear of seeing his family's corpses hanging on the railing, those familiar heads rolling to the ground, rolling to his feet.

He really shouldn't have trusted anyone!

What kind of bullshit tradition is this? What kind of bullshit representation of gods is this?

He left his family because of his choice to be God's representative to oversee the competition, putting them in danger.

Even if this was Angge Khan's expectation, hoping that he could become the leader who led the tribal alliance, the true Chagatai Khan!

He would rather not become Khan.

From now on, he will only trust his own judgment!

At this moment, the carriage behind suddenly burst out with golden light, connecting with the white scar and making it part of the chariot. The "Emperor's Power" lifted Chagatai up and landed backward on the seat.