Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Gert, the local city defense captain, grumbled and pushed his way through the crowd:

"Silence! Silence! This is a battle dedicated to Sekhmet!"

"If you displease the High Priest, you will all have to—"

Gert managed to squeeze in against the flow of traffic, his mouth agape, unable to speak, unable to close it.

This was because he now saw two priests of Sekhmet, neither of whom had heads.

A man was still sitting at the highest point of the stands, with only his neck bleeding.

The other one was smashed to pieces, its head, which was still steaming a moment ago, was ground to dust by a giant in white helmet and blue armor with its terrifying bladed weapon.

pat!

A hand slapped Gert across the face as the bald young man chosen by Priest Dalette to die ran over.

"You're the city defense captain here. I remember you. Now go and organize the people around here to evacuate, the farther away from here the better!"

Aaron, panting, glanced back one last time:

"The demon hasn't fully revealed itself yet; there's still time."

Gert instinctively grabbed Erst's hand, and suddenly the hand bounced up, and many feathers grew out from the cut.

Aaron frowned and pulled the severed hand back, and the feathers stopped growing.

I don't know if it's because of myself, or because of the nails that Luo Jia gave me before.

Rumble! Thump! Thump—

On the other side of the arena, a hastily erected stone grandstand was smashed open by a terrifying force, revealing a colossal beast, its body covered in flesh and blood, shaking its head.

It was the complete skull of a hippopotamus, and at that moment, the metal weapons of the Erst Guards were melted and flowed toward this war behemoth.

On the hippo's head, Erster's body reformed into its upper body, but without skin, covered instead with steel scales:

There was no longer any human consciousness emanating from its mouth. The demon was descending, its target right before it; it had to kill the emperor of these Terra monkeys.

"This design was copied from those steel-boned bulls for dogs. I don't like it, but it works pretty well."

"I was originally going to use it to break down the walls of Thebes and urge the monkeys of the three continents to start an arms race! Now, I have to show up ahead of time."

Bilenie's voice was noisy and tedious; each syllable was pronounced perfectly clearly, yet it sounded like several chattering parrots had appeared in one's ears.

The steel-boned hippo let out a low growl, like a leaky bell. Since it's all bones, it has no tongue or throat, so it's already quite remarkable that it can make a sound.

Gert was so frightened that his legs were trembling and he couldn't move.

Aaron urged, patting Gert on the shoulder: "Run! Get people out of here! It's your duty!"

"well--"

Gert suddenly snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ran back.

Aaron then crawled toward his father, still holding that hand.

"Father, this thing started growing feathers as soon as it left my hand. I'm worried it might be dangerous. Can you think of a way, like striking it with lightning?"

"By the way, you should change into this outfit. This gauze dress is too see-through right now, I'm embarrassed to look at it."

He handed over his own robe with his other hand, saying he would wear the priest's guard armor instead.

Feeling cool and carefree, Adachi, with a dark face, changed his clothes:

“Give me that hand,” Anda took the hand and looked at Marum: “Suppressive fire, blast that beast through! Don’t worry about the bullets for the bomb gun.”

In Anda's hands, the chaotic power on the severed hand was annihilated, and his eyes shone with golden light.

Marum said in a deep voice, "As you command!"

He raised the explosive gun forward and pulled the trigger.

The barrage of firepower suppressed the Steelbone Hippo, while Bileny covered her face and looked over:

"An imperial decree? I misjudged, or does it mean that your human emperors are hereditary? That's terrible, I only prepared a dagger."

Chapter 39 The target is Horus!

This was the first time Aaron had ever seen Marum use that weapon called the bomb gun.

In his mind, this thing was always used for starting fires. After all, the way Marum used his physical muscles to snap his fingers and create sparks to start a fire was truly horrifying.

He always felt that the tiny laser hole on the side, which could materialize light, was the most useful, as it could be used to sew clothes or start a fire to roast meat.

Unexpectedly, it was the dark, gaping hole in the middle that was now spewing flames like a roaring dragon.

The explosions that hit the steel-boned hippopotamus are even more puzzling; were they the manifestation of Zeus's divine power?

The colossal beast, comparable to a mythical monster, retreated hastily, still able to hear the human-like figure above chattering away, spewing a bunch of incomprehensible nonsense.

Aaron asked curiously, "What kind of weapon is this? It looks like a crossbow that can explode."

After changing her clothes, Anda crossed her arms and felt refreshed, finally no longer having to cover herself up from her skirt.

"This is a bomb gun, the Astartes VB. The ammunition inside is more like a bomb, causing explosive damage."

“Aaron, you don’t need to worry about this. You won’t live to see that future anyway. Thinking about it that way, you’re much luckier than your brothers.”

Anda still doesn't speak like a human being, or rather, his way of thinking is not human at all.

But at least he was willing to take the initiative to explain some things to Aaron, which, in Aaron's eyes, was mostly because yesterday's "hug-dad kill" had some effect.

He couldn't help but move a little closer to his father, hoping that his father would show some more affection.

When a father's bottom line is too low, any anthropomorphic behavior he exhibits will be seen as a miracle.

Then Anda, with a look of disgust, flung the severed hand that had banished the demon at Aaron's face:

"Burn this thing. What are you doing playing with it?"

Never mind, take a deep breath, I'm used to it.

Aaron, carrying Erst's severed hand, sat down in the stands and watched the battle in the arena.

Under the bombardment of the unlimited firepower bombardment, even the Steelbone Hippo, which is considered an elite unit on the table, was powerless to resist and was suppressed in the corner by heavy firepower.

The flesh and blood covering the bones hadn't even completely enveloped them before they were blown apart.

As Marum approached like a god, the sound of the steel moving across the ground was like the roar of thunder from the sky.

These are the guardians of the Heavenly Palace; they call themselves the angels of the Father.

A perpetual war is being waged against the demons.

According to Marum himself, he is just an ordinary Ultra Warrior, and there are over 200,000 ordinary Ultra Warriors like him.

They weren't even qualified to guard their father's heavenly palace; there were far more powerful beings guarding their father's throne.

Therefore, Marum once asked Aaron not to call him "Heavenly Guardian".

Otherwise, if the Imperial Guard had received this information when they sent people to contact the Great Sage of Caul, their attitude towards Astartes would not have been very favorable.

Although things weren't good before.

After suppressing the enemy's firepower and reducing their attack range, but without being able to inflict fatal damage, the chainsaw sword comes in handy.

Marum stood firmly in front of the Steel-Bone Hippo and began to curse without any mercy:

"You filth! How dare you offend my lord!"

"Didn't you look in the mirror when you crawled out of your filthy cesspool to look this ugly?"

"You bastard, I'm going to chop you into pieces with my own hands!"

The roar of the chainsaw sword being swung was accompanied by the endless screams of the steel-boned hippo, like a brutal slaughter.

The demon's voice was filled with pain and wailing. The painless blessing they had developed could only be applied to mortals; it was meaningless to themselves!

Anda frowned. Here it comes again. Those strange scenes burst into his mind, and even the scene in front of him became blurry and pixelated.

Aaron was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, stammering:

“Father, when did Marum ever say such swear words? I know he’s a chatterbox, I thought he was the serious type like Guilliman.”

Adachi covered his forehead and sighed:

"If you knew that every swear word he uttered was repeated in my head, you would understand how much I suffered."

Not to mention the prayers of trillions of people in the future.

"But that's a matter for the future. I am still me now, and I don't care what the future holds."

Anda slumped to the ground, waved his hand, and the fruit wine floated over:

“It’s like watching a duel like a Roman nobleman,” he said, taking a sip of his old beer. “Too bitter, here you go.”

He casually shoved it into Aaron's arms.

Aaron's face darkened, and he looked sullen.

"You're Jupiter in Rome, so you must have tasted the wine from the deserts further east of Asia Minor, right?"

Neither of them cared how badly the demon was being beaten; they were focused on discussing which wine tasted better.

Anda firmly believes that fruit wine is the purest, and beer is nothing compared to it.

Erda also likes fruit wine.

He did mention an old friend, Olpeson, who is Aaron's uncle. Olpeson loves beer, but Aaron hasn't seen him in centuries, and probably never will.

Just as Marum, engrossed in his dismemberment work, was about to shred the demon into pieces, Adachi finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Stop it, Marum. It's already a hassle to clean your power armor later. The gap in the warp is too small now; you can't push it back in."

"Bring him in front of me, it's time for questioning."

Marum instantly switched back from his berserk state, grabbing the meatball by the neck with one hand and dragging a bunch of intestines, burst lung flocculents, and other debris across the ground.

“My lord,” he knelt on one knee, one hand resting on the hilt of the chainsaw sword, “the son of Guilliman has fulfilled his mission.”

Aaron squinted, let out a soft "Eh," and slipped behind his father. He had never seen such an exciting sight before.

Are all the battlefields that warriors like Marum experience like this?

Anda nodded, then stepped on a spherical skull in front of him: