Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Anda waved his hand and laughed:

"That was me tens of thousands of years in the future. The battle between Horus and me spanned time, allowing me to understand the future now. But that is the future after all, something that hasn't happened yet."

"Alright, let's rest for today. Tomorrow, this prison will welcome several blasphemous commoners, and the disaster will begin to spread from that moment."

Anda turned over and fell fast asleep.

There must be something wrong with this father and son; they can fall asleep whenever they want.

He was snoring loudly.

Alas, Father, may you also have the peaceful sleep of an emperor; this is my sincerest blessing.

Marum was saddened as he recalled the suffering his father, Guilliman, had endured.

On another earthen bed in the distance, Aaron once again drifted into a dream.

Finally, he entered that incredibly realistic dream of the future once again and met his younger brother, Luo Jia.

Unlike the last time when Loka was whipped by several Lex McMurlocs with their tongues wrapped around his body, this time, Loka is tied to a flat steel surface.

The busy believers around them were preparing sharp knives, scorched red by the flames.

Someone was already exerting force in front of Luo Jia's arm, their waist swaying.

Uh, don't get me wrong, he's cutting something with the knife in his hand, but the metal can't harm the original.

We've tried more than a dozen knives, but none of them worked.

"Hey, Luo Jia, what are you up to this time?"

"Why does it always feel so strange when I see you?"

Aaron became anxious upon seeing this.

He rushed over quickly, and before the other believers could react, Loka had already gestured for them to step back.

To avoid being mistaken for an enemy by Aaron.

Luo Jia's expression remained normal, except for an ugly, fresh scar curled up on his arm.

The ugly, disgusting flesh was turned outwards, and the once clearly visible muscle texture was now a tangled mess.

It's like simply piling up a bunch of filth inside.

The Primitive Body is trying its best to heal and expel these impurities.

But the results were not good.

Luo Jia said calmly, "It's just a small wound. Those guys used their ugly emotions as daggers to stab me. But in the next few days, there's a battle where I need this arm to wield a weapon."

"Moreover, the believers in darkness will follow these traces of filth to find our location. So we must deal with it as soon as possible."

Aaron covered his nose and muttered under his breath:

"So you're planning to have someone else cut this piece of meat off with a red-hot knife?"

"It really breaks my heart, brother. It hurts terribly when I get a splinter in my finger."

He glanced at the chipped knife on the ground, his tone even showing surprise, tinged with envy:

"And these ordinary metals simply cannot cut your flesh."

"You are like Achilles, who was soaked in the waters of the River Styx."

Chapter 16 Eribas, Three Bald Heads Make a Show

Loka frowned. "Achilles? Another name I've never heard of. If you can't be of any help, you should step back."

Seeing that her younger brother was mostly unharmed, with only a small wound.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, and his mouth, following his father's unreliable manner, casually uttered:

"Help? Let me think. Since ordinary weapons are useless, then, my dear brother, why don't you try tearing this piece of flesh off with your teeth?"

"Or go and see if those believers have any similar positive emotional energy that can be gathered into a sword."

Luo Jia sat up; those restraints couldn't hold him back anyway.

He looked directly at Aaron, displeased by the blasphemy in his language:

"That's exactly the problem. We believe in one true God, but all we get in return is endless asceticism."

“No response.”

"And those followers of the dark gods either enjoy the thrill of battle or the execution of schemes. Their power is visible to the naked eye and affects reality."

"We can only persevere by relying on our inner faith."

Aaron turned and sat on the platform next to his brother, once again unconsciously bobbing left and right on Lojia's baseline.

He teased:

“My mother told me that in the past, after people performed sacrifices and found that they didn’t work, they wouldn’t come back next time. It was like praying for a hunt. The male god was busy singing hymns, and the female god was a virgin, so she would go and pray to the son of the god of love, since they were both archers. But now, so many of you believe in one god, and it doesn’t help at all.”

Despite the throbbing in his temples, Luo Jia cracked his knuckles, managing not to crush Aaron into pieces.

"Perhaps the One True God is testing me. As I said before, I have a premonition that once I unify Colchis, the One True God will descend."

Aaron opened his mouth and said precisely, "'Perhaps'! Hahaha, you're not that devout either, are you? People always find excuses for the suffering they endure before it even happens. Saying it's a test from the gods."

"If you ask me, if God were truly omniscient and omnipotent, wouldn't He solve any problem with a single thought?"

Luo Jia angrily retorted, "Enough! Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me why you came to see me again."

Aaron shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, I don't know either. It seems like I appear whenever you're in danger. Last time it was a pair of wolves with tentacles growing from their mouths, and this time it's you who's injured."

Luo Jia shook his head: "No, that's not right. I didn't encounter any danger the first time."

Aaron stuck out his tongue and made faces, truly treating Loka like his own younger brother.

"It might be some potential danger. Okay, okay, think about it, you need a knife to cut your wound right now, right?"

"Wait a minute, let me think of something."

Aaron jumped off the metal platform and began to ponder deeply.

Luo Jia didn't have high expectations, and said:

“You only see me every few months. You can’t be of much help. Perhaps I should consider Eribas’s method, using my own beliefs to wield that vicious dagger, suppress evil thoughts, and cut off the filthy flesh.”

"This is enough to prove my devout faith."

Aaron raised an eyebrow: "Who? Irebas? Your friend?"

"Wait, using poison to fight poison is too dangerous. Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

Aaron took a deep breath and rammed his head into the metal platform.

Then, with a bang, he vanished.

His guess was correct: being shocked in a dream, or just before waking up in reality, would bring one back to reality.

He quickly got out of bed and rolled off.

Then he rushed to Marum, who was pretending to be asleep, knowing that this guardian of the heavens with his eyes closed never needed to sleep.

He called out:

“Marum, I need to borrow your sword, the one that buzzes and spins when you press it.”

Marum opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a blue-painted chainsaw sword appeared.

This is the Emperor's power, allowing him to switch between mortal and Astartes forms at any time.

"Are you planning to fight your way out of here? The master said we'll only encounter clues about the war demon's instigation tomorrow."

Aaron gave him a look that said, "Don't ask anymore," and reached out with difficulty to take the chainsaw sword. He was actually able to lift it!

Then, carrying this dangerous weapon that was even taller than himself, he went to the bedside and lay down.

A few seconds later, the highly efficient sleep-inducing technique, envied by extreme warriors, was activated.

Colchis, Loga closed his eyes and called for Eribas, the young man praised by all, to come in.

"Follow your method; this will indeed prove my faith."

The handsome, bald young man, dressed in a believer's robe, held a pure gold plate upon which rested the vicious dagger.

It still exudes an ominous aura to this day.

That's it, that's it. Loka, you've gone and thought you could control the power of chaos.

Little did you know, the gods had already arranged your fate, hahaha!

Before Luo Jia could reach for the dagger, a loud crash came from behind him.

A young human was struggling to hold onto a tall, strange saw-bladed weapon, as if it were meant for a god.

"Hey, I got it, Luo Jia, stay away from that bastard!"

When Loka turned around, Aaron saw Iribas holding the plate of daggers.

I'm so sorry:

"Uh, I didn't see you just now, that bastard, I wasn't referring to you specifically."

(Because using "dog thing" to describe Arebas is the greatest insult ever hurled at a canine.)

Irebas was completely bewildered and astonished by the sudden appearance of another bald human.

He had clearly replaced the truly beloved Irebas, successfully switched allegiance, and transformed from a follower of Chaos into a follower of the One True God, a trusted friend of Loka.

What is this thing?

And he's bald too.

Is it the illusion that Loka encountered in the previous rumors?

Irebas cannot tolerate another bald man emerging, especially one whose face is even more handsome than his own.

He pointed at Aaron and rebuked him:

"Loka, saint! This filth must be an illusion of the dark gods, sent to shake your heart!"

"This is a test from the one true God. Make your choice quickly!"