Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anda burst into laughter, put his arm around his son's shoulder, then suddenly sniffed the air, his expression changing drastically:

"You smell of perfume. No way! You're not even an adult yet. How can you be so close to girls? Your mother and I aren't ready to be grandparents. Tell me, how far have things progressed between you and Katherine!"

Aaron wasn't surprised by his father's sudden change; he was used to it. He pressed for an explanation.

"Explain Luo Jia's matter to me first!"

Anda awkwardly let go of his hand, her eyes looking somewhat uneasy.

"Well, you're just a lowly mortal, I can't explain these things to you."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you're trash, that would make me look like a failure as a father. You just need to know that although that terrible future happened, everything you did and everything you changed also happened."

"Alright, don't worry about what will happen to your good brother Luo Jia. Maybe I'll see Luo Jia beating Luo Jia up before long."

Marum waited until His Majesty had finished speaking before respectfully asking:

"Master, what exactly is that necklace, and why was it able to avert my father's calamity?"

Anda coughed twice, finally able to get back to the point; explaining things to his mortal son was too difficult.

Let's talk about this necklace that we've been planning for a month or two.

“Cough cough, Marum, you weren’t in the Five Hundred Worlds when the Plague Wars took place. But you should know the power of my sword.”

"Actually, the immortals each have some strange abilities. A friend of mine once made a necklace to pursue Venus, yes, the goddess of beauty from the myth who was born from the foam that fell into the water. In reality, it was just that Venus happened to be resurrected in the waves and was seen by people. Erda and I were there at the time, and Erda was a little jealous of Venus's beauty and some other issues. So, the Trojan War didn't start entirely because of the goddess's discord."

Aaron listened to the stories, feeling confused about the true stories behind these myths:

"Father, let's talk about the necklace instead."

Anda nodded and continued:

"That necklace was originally made to conceal Venus's beauty. Many of my companions back then were inhuman; one of them wanted to monopolize Venus's beauty. But after Venus wore the necklace, he couldn't see her beauty anymore, and then he felt deceived and left in anger."

"I want to get that necklace for Guilliman so he can conceal his true nature. Um, do you even understand what 'true nature' means?"

Anda looked thoughtfully at Aaron, whose foolish son shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Father, a person is a person. Can it be described in terms of essence?"

"Also, why is Guilliman trying to hide his true nature? People say it's best to be yourself."

Anda smiled and stroked his son's bald head:

"Okay, I won't ask you these questions next time. I'll just explain it directly."

"Cough cough cough, all you need to know is that the Fallen Loka has unleashed his true nature. He can defeat Guilliman and even damage Guilliman's true nature. He's a psionic idiot to begin with and can't use his own power. So, as long as we hide Guilliman's true nature, we can prevent Guilliman from being pinned to the ground and rubbed into the ground by the Fallen Loka before he even has a chance to engage in close combat."

Anda suddenly stopped and glanced at Marum:

"I shouldn't have said those things in front of someone else's son."

Aaron dodged his father's hand and sighed:

"Fine, even though I don't understand it, since it's a good thing for Guilliman, we have to get our hands on it."

More than 30,000 years later, the glory of Makula.

Although Guilliman was reluctant to admit that building a hot spring on his flagship was a very comfortable thing, Perturabo and Dorn personally built the bath for him on the ship.

He couldn't refuse their hospitality and lay down among them.

Ah, how wonderful the Milky Way is.

Although her mother constantly warned her to be wary of danger, after following her father in leading the legion, she encountered brothers who were all incredibly eloquent.

Horus, the most prestigious of the brothers, took him out for grilled fish.

Loka, the most reasonable of the brothers, personally taught himself the techniques of psionic defense, using his stubborn, unyielding stone head to avoid enemy psionic attacks.

As for Chagatai, he had been inviting me to ride in a carriage called the Scarab, but I hadn't had the time.

It is said that it was personally crafted by his father, but the activation method is somewhat mysterious. Chagatai needs to make sure that he sees the scarab beetle for the first time before he can understand it.

Wow, these guys are all so good at talking, they're all geniuses, one in a million.

He even highly respects his own opinions, even though he believes he is inferior to his brothers in every aspect.

The future of this Galactic Empire is simply too bright!

Guilliman, however, still couldn't forget the image of Perturabo and Dorn, wrapped in a large rag, squatting on their flagship, laying bricks in a makeshift manner.

I heard that after my father brought back Peturabo, he sent my father's precious Space Marines to the logistics assembly line because the latter wanted to retire after eleven draws.

The father then punished Perturabo and Dorn by having them build a solitary confinement chamber.

slam-la-

The sound of water vibrated, and Lord Loka, the Lord of Words, his brother, slowly entered the pool.

He sat down opposite Guilliman and tentatively asked:

"Thirteen, can you confirm which other brothers have seen our older brother?"

Guilliman was completely confused: "Brother? You mean Ryan?"

Loka was somewhat disappointed. Damn it, that despicable Guilliman was still pretending!

Although the brothers each keep their own secrets, those who already know of their elder brother's existence are now working under Horus's organization.

A secret society was formed.

But that despicable Guilliman is too good at disguising himself!

Or perhaps the older brother never even saw Guilliman of this era?

Luo Jia shook his head helplessly:

"Alright, let's review the second stage of psionic defense today. The first stage only relies on your own psionic capacity for defense; now you need to learn some active techniques."

Luo Jia slowly opened his mouth, stretched out his hand, and the water in front of him transformed into a huge water sphere.

Some waves crashed against the water, but thanks to the water sphere being much larger than the waves, only a small amount was lost, resulting in some ripples.

This is the first phase.

This is why some psionic attacks have little effect on the Primarch.

"The second stage is active defense. It's about controlling your power and neutralizing the attack before it arrives."

As Luo Jia recounted the story, the water surged forward again, but this time, the water sphere began to rotate on its own, neutralizing the impact of the waves.

Once again, it actively creates smaller water spheres to block the waves, breaking through them, until only tiny, barely visible water droplets hit the main body of the water sphere.

These are all methods of actively using psionic defense.

"Do you understand this explanation?"

Luo Jia looked expectantly at the thirteenth brother, who was listening attentively and sitting upright in the hot spring pool.

The latter nodded seriously:

"Thank you, my brother. Your explanation is very easy to understand."

Loka nodded in satisfaction, then heard Guilliman hesitate and say:

"However, I don't know how to control my psychic powers. I can only sense their existence, but I can't use them like you do."

Snapped!

The water sphere controlled by Luo Jia dissipated completely and fell back onto the surface of the hot spring.

Luo Jia, who almost couldn't catch her breath, covered her face, one hand gripping the brick seam at the edge of the bathtub, her fingers cracking.

"You...you say you can't control psionic energy! How is that possible!"

Chapter 88 The Emperor of Thieves

"I'm sorry, I might really not be able to—"

Guilliman looked somewhat apologetic. This handsome blond man with a buzz cut, whose face didn't yet show many wrinkles, sat awkwardly in the water, hugging his knees.

Luo Jia was moved by his brother's demeanor, and his anger gradually subsided.

Oh well, it was he who told Horus that he volunteered to help Guilliman learn the concept of psionic energy.

We need to get something done before my father takes action.

Luo Jia took a deep breath. He had chosen these students himself, so he had to teach them.

Look how awesome Boss's psionic clone is! Not only can it travel through time, but it can also bring physical entities to different timelines.

The Primarch, who was tackling the most difficult task in the universe, approached his brother.

He needs to figure out why Guilliman, who is also a Primarch, can't use that power despite possessing it.

Could this also be part of that bastard father's scheme?

More than 40,000 years ago, Lavist.

Pharaoh's army successfully reached Lavist, and the chariot vanguard could even march to Thebes in four days.

These four days were the break in the attack on Thebes. According to the intelligence gathered before the battle, several Roman centurions were already heading towards Thebes.

In the eyes of the Egyptian leadership, this was a manifestation of the ambition of the small Roman nation.

They were waiting for Macedonia and Persia to react before they could seize the land at the intersection of the three continents!

Of course, their Pharaoh Horus didn't think that way; he was simply waiting for the image of the "wolf" from Rome.

Meanwhile, she waited for her father to appear.

Father, according to the original course of history, neither Egypt nor Rome in this era has the ability to start a war.

If you can see into the future, please appear quickly and stop this from happening! Come and stop me!

Nicholas II awoke from his afternoon nap. As a pharaoh, he had been spacing out too much lately. Fortunately, he had five tutors who were always by his side to help him with his affairs.

Among them, Anliwen was the most active. They had already prepared a war machine that could be thrown hundreds of meters away and directly hit the enemy's city walls.

Hoping this army can help me conquer cities and seize territories, etc.—it seems like there's a strange feeling about it.

The creators of these machines seem to have helped "themselves" attack a palace "a long time ago".

Alas, my consciousness is becoming increasingly clouded. You are not the Pharaoh, you are Horus.