Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He's already got a lead on the chaotic situation, but getting Black King to move his butt is the tricky part.

Therefore, the only way is to continuously attack the Emperor in "Termination and Death" to make him reveal more of his Black King status.

Although it's impossible to change the final outcome—the emperor will still sit on the golden toilet—the time he can endure it will become increasingly shorter.

The future self needs to do everything possible to stop the emperor from persisting in the present, which corresponds to the future self in the real world.

This was his first time participating in the "End and Death" event, and he needed to confirm with several senior figures how much power to infuse Horus at once.

If you drink too much water and don't have the same depth of knowledge as them, then the "End and Death" will eventually become your own end and death.

These people will definitely prioritize taking advantage of you and leaving you with nothing.

More than 40,000 years later, when he was reporting to his elder brothers in Vashtor.

Planet Kulbos, surface.

As the last insect's head was severed by the chainsaw sword, Titus removed his helmet and breathed in the air where the aliens had been completely wiped out.

While his fellow fighters cheered each other, he remained unmoved, silently putting away his weapon and walking across the battlefield.

Countless colossal beast bodies crashed onto the ground, and a considerable number of them remained alive, their chitinous carapaces gurgling and emitting final, meaningless cries.

They have no self to begin with, so why do they wail and cry?

No, they will not grieve.

Just like how I am always fearless.

Behind me came the roar of the propellers of an Imperial transport ship. This transport ship, which could have been built in the 21st century in Holy Terra, was only transported to the surface from a starship produced 10,000 years ago during the post-war cleanup.

Even though these two technological levels are separated by tens of thousands of years, when they are placed together, they will appear to be products of the same era.

No, perhaps even older.

However, if the empire has enemies, even a stone picked up at its feet has value in being thrown.

"Titus, your father wants to see you! The judge has arrived!"

The transport plane's side door opened, and a fellow soldier called out to him.

Titus nodded slightly, put on his helmet, took a few quick steps to accelerate, and jumped into the helicopter that had landed at a suitable altitude.

The cabin dipped slightly, then climbed up with a roar from the propellers.

My father wasn't on the flagship, but in the front lines of the battle. Now that the enemy has been wiped out, he remains in the command post on the surface.

Several tens of minutes later, he arrived at his father's place, and this time no one asked him to remove his weapons and armor.

He had no doubt that his father was here, and that the judge who had arrived today had no chance of taking him away.

Of course, the judge wasn't here for this matter today.

Entering the area where the father was, there was a huge open-air square, which was originally the administrative center of Kulbos, but is now completely abandoned.

Even the Primarch's command post didn't have time to clean up the remaining insect corpses.

“Father, I have come in response to your call.”

Titus knelt on one knee, without making a move to observe the elderly male judge standing beside his father.

A judge who lives to such an old age must be quite the schemer.

Guilliman walked up to Titus and personally helped him to his feet:

“Titus, I’m sorry, I have to ask you to go with Love.”

Titus's eyes remained unchanged: "If that's what you mean—"

Guilliman quickly interrupted, "No, no, no one can judge my son before me. Titus, this time the court needs your help."

"Love is a fairly well-regarded judge. The judges who ordered the liberation of your group were his students."

(Titus was taken away by the Inquisition at the end of Space Marine 1. The Ultramarines went to negotiate, but the message was not relayed because of an accident at his place of confinement. After the original Inquisitor died, a new Inquisitor freed them.)

Titus showed no emotion whatsoever, probably thinking that another head that ordinary fighting brothers couldn't cut off was coming to him for the kill.

"Father, please tell me the mission objective, and I will complete it."

He spoke so calmly, as if completing the task itself was less difficult than saying a few more words.

Guilliman nodded, and only then did the judge named Lowe dare to step forward.

He was dressed in ancient Terran Western cowboy attire, with a trench coat draped over his shoulders.

He carried a power sword that ordinary people could use on his back, several daggers and a small hot melt gun at his waist, other tool bags strapped to his calves, and an old-fashioned revolver.

Revolver?

Titus mentally constructed an image of the other party; that thing must be enchanted, otherwise such an outdated weapon would be unusable.

"Homage to you, Titus, your efforts have saved many worlds from destruction. May the God-Emperor bless you."

Lowe was clearly incredibly shrewd, unlike the other judges who were unpleasant.

That's probably why he hasn't been shot dead at his age.

“We have found Logar,” he said, getting straight to the point, even ignoring the Primarch’s presence, “Yes, the Lord of the Word Bearers. Previous records indicate that he has completed his ascension and ascended to the status of a Demon Primarch.”

Love took out an object wrapped in cloth from his bosom:

"These are the damaged artifacts of the Primarch collected by our people. I apologize that I cannot describe them in terms of biological organs, scales, or hair."

“I can’t lift this cloth, or it will trigger a small subspace storm.”

"I apologize, but I cannot explain what this piece of cloth is. Your Highness, Lord Titus, we are simply certain that it is a part of Loga's remains. He briefly descended into reality, digging a new void to avoid being touched by the shadows."

“We who seek the shadows realize that Logar’s escape, whether this Primarch is only temporarily free or has been completely freed from his bonds, means calamity whenever he appears in our world.”

"Just like the crises that Five Hundred Worlds and Fenris once faced."

Guilliman nodded silently, then suddenly felt that the fabric looked familiar, as if it had been torn from some kind of clothing.

He was more concerned with the color of the cloth than with the part of his demonic brother that was wrapped in it.

The original color should have been blue. The patterns and weave are no longer clear because they have been treated with preservatives. Although they can last for many years, they have also lost a lot of information.

There are also some bloodstains on it that have dried up for who knows how many years, and have become one with the erosion of time, making them indistinguishable.

Strange, it feels so familiar. Could it be that the blood is on clothes I used to wear?

After returning to Terra, he heard some interesting stories from Kaul.

Some sacred relics were once secretly passed down among the nobles of Holy Terra. The old father's relics were difficult to obtain because the Imperial Guard was watching over them.

Some Primarchs' artifacts, even those of rebellious Primarchs, remain. For example, the medal that Forgrim once wore shows no signs of corruption and has become the private possession of some people.

Anyway, the state religion will periodically send someone to confiscate a batch, then allow the black market to continue trading for a period of time, before confiscating another batch.

Sustainable development is of paramount importance.

Occasionally, they would receive some genuine items, which became ingenious tools for those inquisitors who used alien/heretic powers.

Since everyone else is using it, not using it would make you seem less sociable.

Lowe carefully put away his treasure, glanced at Titus's calm face, and dared not meet Titus's eyes.

Judging by his face alone, he could bear the pressure. But if he looked into those empty, lifeless eyes, he was afraid he would fall into them.

That place is truly terrifying.

Guilliman looked at Titus and instructed him:

“My son, we have confirmed the accuracy of this artifact. You must go there. No matter where Lojia is, you must not start a war with him. Bring the information back to me.”

"That is far beyond your ability to contend with."

"The road is difficult, but only you can reach it. May you return safely."

Titus's expression finally showed some change, which was specifically manifested in a slight twitch of a certain facial muscle as he spoke:

"Understood, Father, I will do it."

I still can't speak a stable, long sentence.

Meanwhile, far away in the region indicated by Lowe, in this unnamed galaxy, everything was deathly silent; the stars were in their prime, but there were no life-bearing planets.

On a planet where magma spews forth, a gigantic, indescribably distorted body is plucking the black, razor-sharp feathers from its skin.

"Finally, finally—"

"Nineteen, I wonder how many times I'll be able to catch my breath this time."

"Guilliman, Guilliman is awake! I'm going to torture him! I'll make him kneel before me!"

"Father, you're wrong! I must prove you wrong!"

Luo Jia roared, his movements creating huge waves in the lava.

Until several flashes of purple light tore through the barrier of space, several enchanted warriors, Word Bearers, arrived.

"My father, we rejoice in your freedom."

Luo Jia twisted his body and roared:

"That's not all, these are just some fragments. What about Cole Fallon and Eribas? They've made a mess of the Legion!"

The enchanted warriors respectfully replied:

“My father, Cole Fallon has disappeared, and Eribus is being hunted. You once commanded that we need a unified faith, not to be divided.”

Luo Jia's face was about to solidify on the cooling magma that was gradually enveloping his form, and his expression showed some doubt:

"My orders? Forget it, it's good to let those two bastards get their comeuppance. Right now, I'm just a fragment, and I need more rituals to bring me down. I can't even remember what I said."

“By the way, you—” Loka’s eyes narrowed, allowing him to observe his sons, “You have tamed the demons within you?”

The lead enchanted warrior stepped forward, unleashing his demon form:

“My father, this too is your power. You easily commanded the demons, and they must be placed on equal footing with us. Those demons who are in a dominant position will be executed.”

"Now, our faith is even stronger!"

Luo Jia was already bewildered, and his bald head was now visible.

"It seems that a lot of memories were lost when the fragments were squeezed out. No matter, this sounds good too."

It seems that when he was blocked at the door by the Nineteenth, his personality became more resolute, and he reformed many of the legion's shortcomings!