Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Moreover, they don't have any tanks on their side.

"No, no, how can you be so familiar with the workings of psychic energy? Damn it, you've been pretending all along, pretending that you don't know psychic energy and can't sense its changes!"

Luo Jia was already furious and hurriedly turned his hammer to block.

He'll be in trouble if Guilliman gets close; he'll need a lot of time to recover before he can knock Guilliman away again.

After all, he wasn't as proficient in psychic magic as Magnus; he was only skilled in some basic psychic manipulations.

"I understand now. Father wanted to ban the use of psionic powers in the Legion, and you, you treacherous villain, just pretended to know nothing about psionic powers. You hypocrite!"

"what--"

Loka roared as Guilliman's greatsword slashed down onto the handle of his mace, sending him crashing to the ground.

Bang!

Huge plumes of smoke and dust rose up, even activating the volcanoes on the surface of the newly formed planet, which had already begun to stabilize and cool.

The earth began to rumble, tearing open even more new wounds.

Loka had fallen into an endless rage:

"You think you can banish me? Just with this fake?"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Guilliman's sword cleave his own forged mace, this time striking his neck.

Guilliman's head was close to his brother's; had they ever been this close before?

He whispered:

"This sword can cleave everything in two."

clack clack-

Just as Guilliman had predicted, the sword gradually tore apart Loka's physical body.

Luo Jia grinned maliciously, tilting his head back as if the two were about to kiss:

"So what? You barbarian, you don't know any exile rituals."

As soon as he finished speaking, another golden arm appeared, smooth and powerful, without any inscriptions on it, filled with a sacred golden light:

"But I will, my future self, this poor wretch, I can't believe my fate has turned out this way. How could my faith be so tragic?"

The golden-haired Loka bent down to embrace Guilliman from behind, and the two brothers gripped the sword together:

“Guilliman, my brother, I have not only brought you this sword, but also some of my brother’s power, which allows me to comprehend and send my own will to you.”

Fallen Loga had no idea what was going on, or what this version of himself that had suddenly appeared and transcended time was all about. He could sense that the other person hadn't leveled up at all!

But how could someone of their noble birth possibly touch the power of time?

“Now, let me state a fact,” Golden Loka explained, as if he could understand the doubts of his other self. “I have found the true truth, and now it is time to cleanse you, this traitor.”

Chapter 98 Luo Jia's Proof: Could Luo Jia possibly sit on a toilet? (36K)

The golden Loka ignited golden flames on the sword, almost like the power their father possessed.

The fallen Loka even wept for him, wailing:

"What on earth happened?! How do I possess this power?!"

"Fate, how unfair you are!"

"In the end what happened!"

He questioned, but Golden Loga was too lazy to explain. This clown had gone mad, trapped in a vicious cycle by his faith.

It's impossible to explain in words, so just kill him.

At that moment, Guilliman almost immediately believed that Golden Loka was his good brother, not a psionic illusion created by a bad guy.

Because it was this very brother who taught him how to fight the fallen Loka, he remembered everything!

"Luo Jia, what about my brother?"

Guilliman asked with concern, as he hadn't seen his brother in a long time, and it seemed Aaron had seen several other brothers afterward.

This feeling made him feel somewhat dejected. Although he wasn't exactly lonely, he always felt that something was off.

Loka focused solely on creating a golden flame similar to his father's power to incinerate the fallen Loka before him.

He was even somewhat disappointed: "Guilliman, what's going on? It's just a fragment that escaped to the real world, and you're making such a big fuss about it."

"Never mind, when I get back I'll ask you to lend me five thousand Limit Warriors for the Great Expedition."

Luo Jia mocked his brother, the flames on his body burning to their peak, transforming from pure gold into an empty void:

"Although many people believe that faith taken to its extreme becomes empty and leads to nihilism, we've come this far precisely to fill those voids. It's not because an empty destiny can't bring us the life we ​​want that we blame God. God? What kind of god is that?"

"I have transcended!"

Loka laughed loudly, transforming into a burning soul that completely entered Guilliman's body, a situation the latter had encountered before.

The last person to do this was an emperor.

In other words, having comprehended this power, Luo Jia is almost the same as his father!

And he seems more humane than his father.

"Don't overthink it, Guilliman. Father has too much responsibility, much more burdened than we are. I only seem more at ease because I'm not tied to the fate of humanity. Father is suffering. Ah, never mind that, let's get back to work."

Loka's soul came before Guilliman's essence and easily entered the place his father had once entered.

When Guilliman opened his eyes again, his pupils were burning with raging golden flames, and his hands moved nimbly as he raised his hand to suppress the fallen Loka.

His own body floated up, like an angel conducting judgment.

The Ultra Warriors on the side were stunned. Holy crap, their dad can fly!

Moreover, its entire body was shimmering with golden light, much like the scenes circulating among the secrets of the divine plague.

The judges were more direct; most of them knelt down and prayed. Lowe, with his experience, knocked several of his radical colleagues, even those who manipulated the Chaos faction, unconscious to prevent them from committing any blasphemous acts.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Guilliman, wielding the Burning Sword, thrust it straight down, forever burning that fragment of Loka.

He then raised his hand and tore open a rift in the warp, crushing and killing all the demons, while the Word Bearers were banished.

In Loga's plan, these Chaos Space Marines still have a use, and their fate must be decided by him.

It can be seen as him atoning for his sins.

"Farewell, my brother. I haven't fully grasped your power, so I couldn't stay long. If I see you again, I will tell him to come and visit you more often."

Luo Jia laughed heartily as he bid farewell to his brothers.

Although this state was strange, he was standing inside Guilliman's mind, looking at a large sphere of psionic energy in front of him.

The kind that will not leak at all.

It's like a cockpit—wait, a cockpit?

Guilliman's true nature could not be—

Luo Jia resisted the urge to share his speculations. The fact that Ultra Warriors are well-rounded and can be paired with any legion is likely due to this factor.

As long as it's not a mobile puppet made by some old-fashioned person.

Father, he can't be that heartless, can he?

Guilliman's voice came from within the sphere. Ever since Golden Loga arrived and all his memories returned, he had realized that his psionic powers were actually a sphere.

"Let nature take its course. I'll be waiting for you at the end of time, brothers. If our brother can fulfill his great ambition and save every one of us, they will be much more eager than I am."

“I would even be willing to be the last one to see him.”

Luo Jia crossed her arms over her chest and gradually dissipated:

“Oh dear, here we go again, you always do this. When Perturabo says things like this, he actually hopes we will persuade him and give him a way out. But when you say these things, I know you are really willing to suffer like this. Alright, alright, next time you should kill me completely, then maybe I can descend into this timeline completely to help you.”

Lavist, in Aaron's dream.

Loka was feeding her brother an apple, and in front of her were many native crops of Ancient Terra, which had spread to countless worlds over time.

My brother has never eaten it before.

"So, that's how it is. Guilliman and I eliminated that abominable part of me. At least for a thousand years, the Empire won't have to worry about my incursions."

“Brother, you can take some time to visit Guilliman. I think he will be very happy, even if he doesn’t say it.”

Aaron sighed, “Marum said he’s too busy. The last time I found him, he was on a battlefield. I’m worried that my presence might cause him trouble.”

“However,” Aaron said seriously, “I really need to make time to meet him. After hearing your story, I’d like to see how Guilliman views it.”

He climbed up the steps, having just leaned on his younger brother's hammer handle, and wiped the juice from his mouth and hands.

Apples can feel sticky after you eat them.

“Then I’ll head back now. It seems the necklace Father prepared for Guilliman is no longer needed. Please give it to Guilliman of this era.”

Aaron took out the necklace from his pocket that could conceal a person's true nature. It was useless to him, and it was useless to his father either.

My father tried it, and found that there were still risks involved if he didn't cover his face while wearing it.

Luo Jia carefully put away the necklace and nodded, saying:

"Understood. By the way, do you want me to catch a few demons for you to play with? There aren't any local specialties here."

"Although our fathers of this era are very secretive about psionics and warp, we have long known what they are thinking."

Aaron felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the demons' strange appearances:

"Well, let's not. I have a feeling that something strange might happen if we bring those things back. We already have a donkey at home, and I'm worried that Marum won't be able to take care of it."

(Marum: Bring back some teeth! I'm going to crush them in my hands!)

Aaron's body began to dissipate, and Loka hurriedly threw the remaining uneaten fruit into her brother's arms.

My father said he wanted to drink fruit wine, and these fruits from the future would probably play a role in that.

Fortunately, the fruit eventually disappeared along with Aaron, instead of falling directly to the ground.

Luo Jia sat back down on the steps, stretched, and went back to writing.

The book was almost finished, and when his father needed to convene a meeting about the use of psychic powers, he would take it out and tell his father: