Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Hahaha! With such perfect timing, location, and people, I'm sure I can bring pain to the thirteenth prince's face!

Kneel down before me and atone for your sins, Guilliman!

The enchanted warrior continued, "Father, we need to relocate. The False Emperor's henchmen have detected the energy changes here. They always react quickly when dealing with these matters."

Luo Jia didn't care at all and stretched his body: "It's alright, let me release some tension."

Chapter 94 Seeing Both Brothers at the Same Time! What does it mean that Guilliman knelt down to Loka?

More than 40,000 years ago, Lavist.

Back at their lodgings, Anda and Marum each took a shower, though His Majesty never needed to scrub himself.

This still left Marum somewhat disappointed.

Because of the bathhouse culture of the 500-year-old world, scrubbing is a manual labor method that even ordinary people need to know.

However, Marum remained alert, watching His Majesty enter the tent and protecting Aaron.

Aaron, sleeping peacefully, was curled up, making him perfect for being picked up, tied up, and thrown into the catapult.

Anda yawned, feeling sleepy from listening to the conversation, and instead of being in the mood for fun, he lay down on the bed.

"I'm so sleepy. I'll tell Aaron after I've finished these things. I'm taking him to the amusement park. Remember to keep it a secret, Marum. Gifts from a father need to be mysterious and surprising for a son."

Soon, Anda fell into a deep sleep. Why didn't this good sleep, a bloodline inheritance, reach his father Guilliman?

Marum sat quietly cross-legged at the entrance of the tent, guarding the rest of His Majesty's family.

Of course, he was compiling today's "Daily Record of the Emperor" in his mind, his brain being sufficient as a text storage device.

Sometimes, after losing contact with the Great Sage, he would use this method to store information.

If it were recording intelligence about an enemy, it would be even more accurate.

Meanwhile, Aaron, who was fast asleep and had no clear goal, woke up in a huge metal plaza.

Above is a huge dome, separated by transparent layers, like glass that has been completely burned away of impurities.

Outside the dome, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The entire square was so vast and open that it was even larger than the entire area of ​​a golden pagoda.

And since such a large area is entirely made of metal that looks far superior to bronze, it's no surprise that it must be inside one of the ships belonging to my good brothers that can fly in the void beyond this world.

Aaron got up from the cold ground, which was covered with signs of battle: hacking, slashing, and burning from explosions.

There was no one there, and no one could be seen.

Aaron wasn't in a hurry. He began to walk with great interest across the metal plaza, searching for signs that he could recognize.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the familiar white, unclosed circle logo.

It's Guilliman's spaceship, thankfully not some new brother I've never met before.

The father always warned himself that not all of his younger brothers were able to remain calm when they first encountered strangers who appeared in their lives in strange ways.

Click click click—thump thump thump!

Accompanied by the sound of machinery, the tall metal gates of what appeared to be three or four arenas in the distance slowly opened, revealing even greater light outside.

It was a huge, deep tunnel, but countless bright lights were dotted on the walls in a fixed pattern.

Two figures clad in massive power armor are slowly approaching.

That big blue guy was Guilliman, but his armor wasn't as exquisite as it had looked before, and it didn't have as many gold stripes.

The dark gold one next to it is Luo Jia.

Neither of them was wearing a helmet, and Loka's expression was serious, even a little irritable.

Aaron quickly hid behind a bunker in the square.

When he was looking for Xiao Pei before, he encountered his two younger brothers arguing in the hot spring, but he didn't have time to intervene.

Today he encountered what appeared to be a conflict between the brothers again. He had to hide first, see what was going on, and then reappear to resolve the issue.

You have to keep things balanced and observe the situation carefully.

Loka had noticed her brother's arrival long ago. After discovering Aaron's evasive behavior, she smiled helplessly and used her psionic energy to cover up Aaron's whereabouts.

Otherwise, Guilliman would have noticed his breathing.

“Brother, you can actually come out and observe directly. Guilliman now is not the one you have seen before. This is too early.”

“I used psychic powers to conceal your presence; he won’t be able to detect you.”

Loka transmitted his voice, but Guilliman could only sense the psionic fluctuations and had no idea what they were for. He scratched his head in frustration and saw the helpless smile on Loka's lips.

Thinking he had even made his good friend laugh, he couldn't help but grab Luo Jia's hand:

“My brother, I apologize for my foolishness. But there’s no need for us to fight.”

Aaron heard what Loka said and slowly moved his body out to look at the two of them carefully.

Luo Jia coughed twice, became serious, and said solemnly:

"Ordinary methods of triggering psionic energy are no longer effective for you, my brother. We must fight hand to hand and let you experience the use of psionic energy in battle."

"Even if you are completely unable to use psionic powers, you should still be aware of how to dodge the various types of psionic attacks when fighting enemies, so as to get close to them and defeat them with your swordsmanship."

"If you can't even get close, no matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it won't be of any use."

Guilliman was like a well-behaved student being lectured. In fact, he had already performed very well, but he needed to practice his defense and dodging abilities in areas where he was not good.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it turned out that Loka was explaining Guilliman's psionic abilities to Professor Guilliman.

He didn't know what psychic energy was; it was probably just his father's random, nonsensical divine powers.

Aside from the ability to travel through dreams, he has no power in reality to accomplish those heroic deeds.

These younger brothers are the true demigods as people know them.

He simply found a spot not far away, sat down cross-legged, and watched his younger brothers train and fight against each other—that was a kind of fun too.

I've heard that this is how Spartan parents raise their children. It's not really like the legend says, where the brother who loses a fight doesn't get to eat.

Luo Jia began to demarcate the area. He stretched out his hand, and many light effect screens opened, adjusting the terrain of the square.

So this was the battle training ground tens of thousands of years later. Under Luo Jia's arrangement, Aaron was placed on a high platform with a good view.

It can also avoid the ripples of battle.

Dear little brother, your big brother loves you!

Aaron leaned back in his comfortable position, almost sipping some fruit wine.

He only needed to look down to see Guilliman, who was gradually moving away from Loka to within a hundred paces, draw his longsword, and shout loudly:

"Luo Jia, I'm charging!"

The terrain at this point was a simple, relatively flat battlefield with some cover and protrusions.

The visibility is fairly good, which is an advantage, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to find suitable cover to avoid enemy coverage attacks.

They themselves are also easy targets in the eyes of the enemy.

Guilliman began to run, his footsteps pounding the ground, almost able to traverse an area that would take a human a hundred steps to cross in mere seconds.

When he was more than halfway between himself and Luo Jia, he raised his sword high, to the position where he could swing with maximum force.

Guilliman's control of the combat zone was very reasonable. He was prepared to attack before rushing to the enemy and did not waste any extra strength.

He was fast enough, and he believed his physical abilities and power armor performance surpassed Lorca's. He figured he could just stop short of killing his brother and put the sword to his neck.

When he was only ten meters away from Lorca, Guilliman's face showed no joy at his success, but rather a growing seriousness. The blade of his sword was slightly lowered, ready to change his move and block any attack from Lorca from any direction.

The so-called psychic energy inside the body remains condensed as always. Although it cannot be released outwards, by being mentally prepared and enduring the pain of the psychic energy impact, one can still ensure that their body can carry out attack actions smoothly.

Once you get close, even Horus would need to struggle for a long time before he can break free!

Only then did Luo Jia begin to move, picking up the spiked hammer placed beside him. His weapon had been upgraded, also dark gold in color, and was powerful and heavy.

Instead of raising the hammer high, he tilted it upwards at an angle, his eyes flashing with golden light.

As the hammer struck Guilliman's sword, the opponent's wrist deftly flipped, bouncing off slightly and tracing a perfect semi-circular arc before transforming into a straight thrust at waist-width.

Guilliman was secretly excited. This move was something he had learned during his training with Horus, and it was especially effective against enemies who used blunt weapons.

One's own sword can instantly change its move by colliding with the opponent's weapon, while the opponent's blunt weapon swing must follow the laws of physics. Forcibly changing the direction of the attack will result in an opening.

Guilliman was prepared to stop later and only stab the belt around Loka's waist.

However, the next moment, something unbelievable happened to Guilliman.

The mace appeared at Logar's waist at an incredible angle, blocking Guilliman's thrust. Then, a psionic shock caused Guilliman to drop his weapon.

Even though the latter had already reacted, he pulled out a dagger from behind his waist with his other hand and stabbed forward.

Lorca leaped nimbly backward, forcing Guilliman into a diving pose.

At this moment, Luo Jia's retreat had created enough space for his weapon to be used.

The hammer came flying horizontally and stopped on the side of Guilliman's head.

At this moment, Guilliman seemed to be kneeling on the ground, cupping something in his hands to offer to Loka, and the two remained in this posture.

They both stopped at the same time; it's not a question of who won or lost.

Loka wasn't confident that a single blow to Guilliman's head would render him incapable of fighting.

After all, they were already close enough in physical distance. If this barbarian abandoned everything to fight him hand-to-hand, he wouldn't be able to withstand it and would suffer greatly.

This was merely to reveal to Guilliman the use of psionic power in close combat, something that needed to raise his awareness.

Loka dropped his hammer and helped his brother to his feet.

“Guilliman, you see, the first idea you need to abandon is that once you've restricted the enemy's options, you can rest easy. Psionic power is created to create combat conditions that are advantageous to oneself.”

"If we need to fight in the future, the first thing you need to do to deal with me is to forget the attacks you see with your eyes. They are all illusions. Just grab me no matter what."

Guilliman nodded seriously; his head was the prototype for the computer office head of countless Smurfs.

Even with Guilliman's questionable emotional intelligence, one can't help but wonder:

"My brother, why should I tell you how to deal with you?"