Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Chapter 95 Titus Encounters the Fallen Loka (36K)

Loka gestured for Guilliman to pick up the sword, then burst into laughter:

“We’re brothers, and I can tell you anything, like when you told me that you didn’t want to use ostracism to decide whose legion Ruth would train his wolf cubs.”

“You’re even worried that choosing the Ultramarines directly as the Space Wolves’ new recruit training base might make Ruth think you’re pitying him because no one else has chosen him.”

“But Ruth is smarter than any of us. He doesn’t care about these so-called face-saving issues. Some of the brothers may look down on him, but you don’t have to worry about Ruth having any suspicions. He loves us.”

Guilliman smiled with relief. It was wonderful to have a brother with whom he could confide his innermost thoughts.

Several brothers were always wary of him, thinking that the Ultra Warriors were just ordinary, oversized support soldiers with no special characteristics, but they expanded incredibly fast.

He let out a long breath and picked up his sword:

"My father put me in charge of preserving some of the original genetic seeds of each legion and sending them back to Holy Terra, so the Ultramarines will be paired with many legions."

"I don't know why Father didn't just tell the brothers what he was going to do. If he had just said so, I think many of the brothers would rather not go on the expedition and return to Terra to contribute their gene seeds."

Loka was amused by Guilliman's words:

"Perhaps you can go directly to your father and explain your doubts. I think your father just didn't think much about it before letting you do it. You can tell the other brothers that you were acting on your father's orders."

Guilliman stepped back slightly, preparing for the next attack, and sighed helplessly:

"That's the problem. Some brothers think I'm secretly collecting their gene seeds and believe there's something fishy going on behind the expansion of the Ultramarines."

"Never mind, I'll find an opportunity to talk to my father and explain to my brothers in person."

"Now, I'm going to continue the attack!"

Loka picked up the hammer again, not forgetting to give a word of advice:

“Remember, my brother, when you attack me, you must not waver; you must grab me. As for my attacks, do not believe what your eyes see, but follow your heart and the guidance of the immense power within you. Since you cannot use it, why not feel its every spontaneous ripple?”

The two clashed again, their figures colliding so much that they became afterimages that even Aaron's eyes could not fully capture.

It's countless times faster than Marum.

Aaron, whose eyes were dazzled, was about to wake up in the real world. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully his two younger brothers were just sparring with each other.

There were no major conflicts, and Luo Jia even took the time to explain the situation to him via telepathy.

When he was teaching Guilliman psionics, the latter's performance was somewhat indescribable, which made him feel very awkward.

Now a more suitable training method for Guilliman to deal with psionic abilities has been found, so his brother doesn't need to worry.

The younger brothers are all very good, especially Chagatai, who always shows off his scarab beetle.

As a result, Russ has recently become very craving Chagatai's cars.

Ruth is also the name of a younger brother; I wonder when I'll meet him.

Judging from the impressions of Ruth that his father occasionally mentioned, he was probably a rough and straightforward man, not one of those particularly difficult younger brothers.

Aaron said goodbye to Loka with peace of mind. He suddenly remembered that the way the two brothers fought was very much like a rehearsal in a theater.

Aaron warned them to be careful, and then they returned to the real world to find the sword that their father had blessed, which was barely a dagger to Marum.

For the Primarch's brothers, it was just a small nail.

But it's still a gift, and since it's something good from my father that I don't need, I'll give it to my younger brothers.

He teleported back onto the high platform cover and put down the wooden sword.

This ability to repeatedly return to the same timeline in a short period of time has been demonstrated to Luo Jia before.

When Aaron woke up again, it was breakfast time the next day.

The craftsmen have been maintaining the catapults for the past few days, following the rotation system mentioned in the article.

This gave Anda and Marum the opportunity to subtly and slowly destroy all the catapults.

Anda even wondered if this guy was out of his mind, how could he make such a big mistake at every step, giving himself such a huge opportunity?

Forget it, I have nothing in common with this piece of trash that jumped onto the table and ended up on the dinner table.

This guy's brain must be rusted; he insists on doing everything in a rigid, mechanical, and institutionalized way.

With nothing to do, Aaron had no choice but to start making new clay tablets to write letters.

This letter is for Xiao Pei. This younger brother is the most troublesome one right now. He'll have to bring the mud tablet with him when the time comes.

Oh, and there's also a letter to Katherine, thanking her for taking care of Little Pei.

Since she is Xiao Pei's older sister, then they are undoubtedly family!

I imagine my mother would be very happy to have another daughter.

However, before he could even put pen to paper on the clay tablet, Aaron hesitated, unsure of what to write, as words could hardly express his emotions.

After all, Little Pei isn't as well-behaved as Guilliman.

After thinking about it, Aaron decided that he should use the clay to cast some statues.

He still remembered Little Pei's face, and Katherine's.

And then there's myself, Loka, Guilliman, Chagatai—

He wanted to make a clay sculpture of his family portrait, then fire it to the right temperature until it solidified, and then give it to Xiao Pei.

Tell him that he has so many brothers in his family, and they all love each other, so he shouldn't be so stubborn and irritable.

We're all brothers, so if you have any problems, talk to your older brother.

(Petulabo: I'm very worried about my sister getting married.)

Aaron began to work, carving diligently.

It must be said that the Pharaoh's artisans knew a lot. I have learned quite a bit from my father during this time.

It even includes some artistic skills, enabling one to quickly and easily create a model for a sculpture, much like drawing.

After a whole day, the image of Little Pei in his armor was roughly complete, but the expression on his face was still a bit difficult to work on.

Aaron stared blankly at the empty face.

No, no matter how hard I try, I can't bring a smile to this face or depict this scene.

We really need to find a way to make Xiao Pei laugh from the bottom of her heart.

Sculpting is a slow process, at least for Titus more than 40,000 years later.

Since receiving this mission, under Lowe's guidance, he successfully arrived at the star system where Loga was suspected to have appeared.

The problem now is that he needs to carve a statue in order to open the door to this world.

This is yet another strange alien civilization setup. Given that the technology in the universe is already advanced enough, why do they all use this backward ritual that looks like it was passed down from a primitive tribal shaman?

Lowe said this was prepared by the Word Bearers to protect Logar, who had just entered the real world. People all over the galaxy were digging up the ruins of destroyed civilizations.

As long as you can extract something useful, you can turn it into your own faction's unique skill.

Everyone does it this way anyway; digging for technology is much faster than developing it yourself.

Forget it, Titus didn't want to think about these things. As long as it didn't affect his ability to cut off the enemy's head, that was fine.

This alien civilization was destroyed hundreds of thousands of years ago, and now it has been replaced by people who have stolen the rituals left behind by the civilization and moved them here to serve as a barrier.

It took Titus quite a while to carve a statue according to this ancient ritual and place it in front of the gate.

The statue was created based on the artist's own self-perception and looks like a large chess piece, about the size of a hand.

Wearing a helmet eliminates the need for facial sculpting.

Titus couldn't imagine how to sculpt his own face. Strangely enough, he forgot what he looked like, but remembered the faces of every enemy he executed.

The pulling sensation of the neck tendons as the enemy's head is torn from their neck.

An ancient ritual is recognizing the correspondence between the external statue and the inner mind, slowly opening the door to reveal the scene behind it.

That was a portal to another galaxy. The actual distance between the two was not far, so it was more like a large beacon used for boarding.

The reason this ancient civilization was destroyed was that it failed to fully develop the technology for long-distance subspace travel, and could only use this short-distance jump ability. As a result, it was confined to a world with limited resources and eventually fell into destruction.

As for the act of carving a statue of self-awareness, it is to avoid potential subspace contamination during short-term jumps.

This civilization was unaware that they were in a relatively safe era, and therefore remained wary of the warp, ultimately losing the opportunity to expand their resource territory through long-range travel.

There are countless civilizations like this; otherwise, for hundreds of thousands of years, it wouldn't have been only the Eldar and humans who once covered the galaxy.

And they can occupy a higher ecological niche, looking down on them, and call them aliens.

Well, the Eldar initially viewed humans in the same way.

"Good technology. If it can be quantified, it can make boarding maneuvers more mobile."

Titus assessed the technology, saying it wasn't of much use to a civilization, but for the Imperial warbands, it was an additional option for mobility.

Without looking back, he stepped into the portal and arrived on a solid planet covered in lava, in the early stages of life.

This portal can only last for three Terras. What Titus needs to do is find Loga's location within those three hours, place the beacon, and then leave.

The Empire will have special personnel to banish Logar; these are all veterans who have banished Primarchs and are highly experienced.

Titus began exploring the planet, and before he had explored very far, he could already see clear energy fluctuations flashing in the sky not far away.

Clearly, the enemy knew someone was coming; once the portal ritual was activated, they were already prepared to ambush them.

They didn't even consider hiding.

How filthy, how sinful!

Titus drew his chainsaw sword, quickened his pace, and as he located the massive body, lowered the beacon while simultaneously assuming a fighting stance to buy time for the beacon to send out its signal.

He had only seen the filth, without even seeing its specific shape, yet he already knew it was Loka.

Three or four strange Chaos Space Marines stood guard in front of Logar. They had wings on their backs and gray-gold horns, and their overall appearance was neat, unlike the other Chaos Space Marines who were too twisted.

He is the blessed son of the one who cherishes words.

Titus activated his chainsaw sword, the blade clanging, but the blessed sons did not attack; instead, they watched coldly.

Gray, the first of the blessed sons, stood guard before Loka, but still harbored some doubts:

“My father, the ritual we used indicates that the false emperor’s lackeys who came to investigate you are acting strangely. The guiding light seemed colorless, much like ours, but it quickly turned into a burst of red flames, indicating that the Blood God is watching.”