Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Marum had no choice but to yield to His Majesty's decree and abandon the idea.

He still really wanted to try it, after all, when he killed those Great Impures and the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord before, no one said he could defeat them.

It's still the same as before—

“That’s me protecting you. Don’t overthink it, Marum,” Anda patted him on the shoulder. “Just don’t touch this machine.”

Anda turned around, about to speak, when he heard his son arguing with him:

"Father, can't you explain things more clearly? For example, what are the causes and consequences, and what problems might arise? Please explain everything clearly."

Aaron was somewhat bothered by his father's way of strengthening his bond with his brothers, and his father's behavior was increasingly evolving from his previous comical and abstract patterns to one where he would only mention things in half-heartedly and never explain them clearly.

It's not as good as before.

Guilliman's initial reaction that his current father was not bad was because his future father had completely become a riddle-maker!

That's not acceptable. The current and future fathers should combine each other's strengths, not combine their weaknesses.

This created an even more blood pressure-raising non-human creature!

Under his son's strange gaze, Anda finally couldn't bear it any longer and went into a frenzy:

"Oh dear, that demon is called Vashtor, and he seems to be cooperating with four other demons. Anyone else who tries to deal with this thing, except for Peturabo, is very likely to be affected."

"You don't want Guilliman to one day see Marum go back and have nothing but thoughts of making an even easier septic tank cleaning machine, do you?"

Anda, feeling he had explained things clearly, breathed a sigh of relief, only to see his foolish son persistently asking:

"Then why must it be Peturabo?"

“I don’t care about Loka. He and Guilliman have met, and Loka said he forgave Guilliman. Loka is a brother who can see things clearly. But Little Pei—”

Aaron couldn't help but cover his face, and the image of Xiao Pei, who had long hair but looked more like someone fiddling with countless metal pipes, came to mind again. His handsome face was twisted into the shape of a shriveled watermelon.

Xiao Pei probably can't understand the logic behind these things, even if it's for his own good.

Someone has to explain things to him clearly and in detail, while also keeping him on the ground so that he doesn't become enraged and go on a killing spree after understanding.

Anda's expression turned bitter, and he slapped his face:

"My God, how did I create a son like Perturabo! I swear, my personality is sometimes like Forgrim's, which is already considered rather dissolute. But this twisted child, my God, it must be from your mother."

Anda originally wanted to slap himself a few more times, but in the midst of releasing his emotions, he had already assigned the blame.

As a subspace E-person, Anda values ​​his mental health highly.

He decided to leave all the problems to his reliable son to solve.

Anda walked carefully to Aaron's side and placed his hands on Aaron's shoulders:

“Son, it’s up to you to persuade Peturabo. Win him over with the love between our family.”

"If all else fails, you can just be with Katherine. It's a kind of thrill. I do approve of this daughter-in-law, even if she's not on my list of combat nuns."

Seeing that his father's words were incoherent, Aaron gave up on the idea of ​​getting any useful information from him.

He simply understood that doing what his father said was the right thing to do.

Expecting your father to explain everything clearly is harder than climbing to heaven.

Aaron grasped his father's hand:

"Never mind, this family still depends on me."

He has already come to this realization.

After the Anda family had finished assigning tasks.

Vashtor, who had just crawled out of the cesspool, mobilized ten demon engines to destroy the golden doll used as an image.

When you use this technology to meet Tzeentch, remember to destroy the doll after you've finished discussing things.

When I go to see Nurgle, I don't have to worry about him plotting against me. But this doll went to the garden once and can't be used anymore, sob sob sob.

Fortunately, I have many backups. When I encounter Slaanesh later, I can consider designing more sharp protrusions or hinged retractable channels.

As for Khorne, well, no need to go see Him.

Anyway, once you lead the battlefield there, the big red dog will chase after it on its own.

As Vashtor roamed among the stars of the warp, the filthy gear mark was now crystal clear.

He decided that he, like the other four predecessors, should find a powerful spokesperson.

Every Chaos God has its own original form, and He must have one too.

The target is clear: Peturabo!

Vashtor easily located Peturab's hiding place.

Theseus is a planet whose surface is only covered by oceans, with only one lighthouse extending from the seabed.

This lighthouse was enormous; it was taken from a planet made of steel by the warriors of Peturabo and pierced into this planet.

It was named Theseus.

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All the Chaos Astartes remained on Theseus's satellites and orbital ships.

No one dared to land at the Lighthouse without being summoned by the Primarch.

Even when messengers from the Black Legion came to request assistance on the expedition, they had to wait for a message on a satellite.

This made a certain person with a spiky hair very unhappy, but unfortunately, only the rebel Primarch on this side could barely communicate with him.

After all, Forgrim had apparently said that if the Dark Crusade needed him, then Abaddon would have to come and lick his boots from the tail.

(Black Legion intelligence report: The above are all unverified rumors. Respecting the Chaos Warmaster is everyone's responsibility.)

Today, an uninvited guest arrived in person, ignoring Peturabo's orders.

The golden doll landed at the top of the lighthouse. There was only a small hut there, and a man who wasn't wearing armor, but was using the tools in the hut to carve a female doll, grinding his carving tools.

"Even the Chaos Gods cannot command me."

Peturabo swung his knife, knocking the golden doll into the sea.

In the next instant, countless deep-sea mechanical monsters with twisted female figures emerged, attempting to dismantle the gold-plated dolls and transform them into part of their bodies.

So that they might be favored by their creator and not be thrown into the sea.

“Oh, Peturabo, you don’t seem like someone who can’t leave the world. Oh, I almost forgot, the outside world can’t even tell if you’ve truly been promoted.”

The golden doll broke free from these crudely made junk and climbed step by step toward the top of the lighthouse.

Chapter 85 Oh no, they're really after my sister (32K)

When the golden doll climbed back up the lighthouse, a strange human face was lying on the ground staring at him.

It was a beautiful female face, but it was completely lifeless, and her body posture was like that of a spider walking upside down, making the whole thing quite bizarre.

"Another failure. I'll never see Katherine's eyes again. I seem to remember someone saying that her eyes were beautiful. But I can't recall it. That memory seems to belong to another me. It's as if something has split me in two."

Perturabo's footsteps approached as the Primarch, dressed only in his native attire, crushed the doll's body and kicked it into the sea.

The Primarch then squatted down. If we ignore the somewhat unseemly posture, the meeting was still one of the more polite times Peturabo had ever shown to a guest.

"Speak, what brings you here? If it's about promotion, I'm afraid that won't do. You're not a god yet."

Vashtor was puzzled by this assessment: "Yes, yes, I am not a god yet, but I am still better than your father, who has clearly become a god but insists on calling himself a human."

"You see, I have a lot of goals and a lot of motivation to move forward."

The puppet got up, waved its hand casually, and the parts formed two seats.

He invited Peturabo to sit down, trying to make himself the host.

Unfortunately, Perturabo's indifferent expression made everything Vashtor did seem like a clown trying to show off his importance.

Not a splash at all.

"Damn it, can't you show me any respect! Peturabo, you know that position is mine alone! I will be your future father!"

Vashtor couldn't help but show some of his true feelings and became furious.

He maintained his composure even in front of Tzeentch and Nurgle, and even when the Black King brazenly took his carriage right in front of him, he didn't lose his composure too much.

Some even believe this is a sign that the Black King is getting restless and is beginning to acknowledge the threat he poses.

But all the cunning and manipulative ways he had learned to navigate life were as pathetic as an ant showing off its strength to an elephant in front of Peturabo.

"Let's get down to business. You know, even Abaddon needs to offer enough terms. And what do you want me to do?"

Peturabo chose to get straight to the point, and then, depending on the generous offer, decided whether to dismantle the doll in front of him or let him leave.

Vashtor realized he was losing control of the conversation, so he resigned himself to his fate, saying:

“I will help you create a doll that can hold a human soul, just like this one. Even my consciousness can be placed inside.”

"That way you can freely sculpt the image of your sister from your memories."

For the first time, Peturabo's eyes shifted from numb to gloomy, a stark contrast to his appearance as a Greek strongman.

"It seems you've studied me extensively. But how can I guarantee that the consciousness within is a machine spirit, or just some random demon?"

Seeing that the other party had been somewhat persuaded, the Vashtor puppet rubbed its hands together and chuckled awkwardly:

"Use the fragments of your soul, the memories of your sister within your soul, to shape them. You should know what the essence of your Primarchs truly is."

"That way, you can create a sister who loves only you and can accept all your mistakes."

Peturabo stood up, his voice dry:

"Then, what is the price? Even my warriors know your infamy, enough to make demons in debt and bankrupt them."

Vashtor became excited:

"Hehe, no price to pay. You help me complete something, and we can only do it together."

"A catapult that meets the technological level of ancient Terra before Christ, any method of deciphering it other than yours or mine would directly trigger the 'End and Death' event of that era."

"Don't worry, in human terms, I'm currently in the early stages of opening and pushing for sales, so I'm all about perks and have no ulterior motives. Once I've fully ascended to godhood, those messy schemes might just be handed back to Tzeentch."

“When the time comes,” the puppet said, making grand promises as it approached Peturabo, “it wouldn’t be impossible for us to become masters of the arts together.”