Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

“I even think that the servants of the Blood God might have come looking for us first.”

Having already sculpted his physical body according to aesthetic standards, the fallen Loka didn't care about that; he only needed a battle to get his body moving.

The Primarch's uninteresting voice came through:

“You and I both know that the people who fought for my father, their fanaticism and killing, were themselves part of this great chaos, which is normal. They have lost their faith and have not attained the true truth like we have.”

Logar straightened up. His demon form was not as hideous and beautiful as Fugrim's, but rather somewhat stereotypical: a figure with dark golden flames burning on his forehead and tree-like crowns extending from the sides.

A mace, forged from the planet's first lava fire, was pulled out, ready to smash its first enemy.

"Let him come here, and I will grant him permission to challenge me!"

Chapter 96 Objective: Banish Loka! Ultramarines never make the same mistake twice (34K)

Gray bowed respectfully, drooped his wings, and landed on the ground.

"My father, enjoy your first battle after you escape."

The next moment, Gray burst out, his demonic wings reshaping into a shape more suitable for a low-altitude dive, charging towards Titus before climbing high into the air.

He originally wanted to give this guy a hard time, but for some reason, both his and the demon's eyelids were twitching, so he had no choice but to increase the altitude first.

It was as if something terrible would have happened if I had acted recklessly just now.

"Lord of the Word Bearers, I grant you your challenge!"

Grae roared as his demon fused with the helmet, turning its flesh into a living being that opened its maw and howled.

Titus frowned. If the goal was simply to spot Loja and send a signal, then the mission was complete?

The beacon behind me was flashing, indicating that data transmission had been completed.

"Oh, bye."

Titus, unusually, wanted to make a joke and turned to leave.

Why are you still here after you've finished your work?

Gray stood awkwardly suspended in the air, forgetting to flap his wings, and his body descended in altitude.

What... what's going on?!

Shouldn't the lackeys of the false emperor want to rush up and kill them the moment they see them?

He was still shouting out some words that his father had once written.

Sometimes, when Huaiyan and the traitors of the false emperor meet and charge at each other, they occasionally find it somewhat awkward to discover that what they are shouting is the same.

No matter what, the situation would never happen where this Ultra Warrior turns around and leaves like this.

When did they become so rational?

If the Astartes were all so unflappable, why would they have rebelled more than 10,000 years ago!

Enraged, Gray launched a charge, ignoring the inexplicable sense of crisis he had been feeling earlier.

Even as Titus turned to leave, his chainsaw sword did not stop; he immediately twisted his waist and turned back to slash.

He chopped off half of Gray's wing and kicked him in the waist.

Even ordinary combat brothers, after being forged from the original, do they possess such power?

Titus was never bothered by this problem; he simply and indifferently reached out his other hand to grab Gray's other wing as he flew backward, fixing him in place.

Then the chainsaw sword slashed again.

I'll just split you in two—that would be the best outcome for both of us.

The chainsaw sword clanged against Gray's power armor, the splitting force field colliding with the Word Bearer's psionic shield, sending up huge sparks of psionic energy.

This was enough to burn the eyes of an ordinary psionicist, and Gray had no way of knowing whether this Ultra Warrior, who was as indifferent as if he were killing a fish, showed any emotion in his eyes beneath his helmet.

Until another enormous arm pulled him out, preventing him from being cleaved in two by the Ultramariner.

"Useless. You are far inferior to Agger."

Logar's shadow loomed over, the Primarch spread his wings, and casually tossed Gray behind him.

“Your actual combat time is indeed less than that of the Astartes, which spend most of their time serving in the real universe. Not bad, this is an interesting faith void. I will have a good time playing with you.”

Loka shifted the subject of his speech, lowered his somber expression, and looked down at Titus, who was silently adjusting the power of his chainsaw sword.

Is this a void of faith?

Interestingly, like those untouchables, Chaos can hardly corrupt them; it can only attract them by making them willing to give everything for something.

"State your name, son of Guilliman, I once—swish swish swish!"

Before Luo Jia could finish speaking, the chainsaw sword slid into his teeth and pierced his mouth with a loud popping sound.

Titus: I'm adjusting the power, what are you talking about?

"Ughhhh! Sons of Guilliman, you damned idiots!"

Luo Jia struggled to free his body from the chainsaw sword in his mouth, leaning back and spitting out a mist of blood.

The mighty Primarch was actually stunned by an Astartes!

Its massive body crashed down, its arms slapping horizontally, slamming into Titus and sending him flying.

He cannot engage in close combat. This Astartes is somewhat strange; He is 100% certain of winning, but the victory will be very humiliating.

Humans can fight off most dogs without suffering fatal wounds, and often only sustain minor abrasions.

But it's really embarrassing that the Primarch was injured while fighting against the mere Astartes!

No, it seems He already lost face in front of the Ultramarines once.

Titus was unable to resist Logar's power. Even though the opponent was not a Primarch who was skilled in physical strength, he was still sent flying and crashed to the ground. He only managed to stop himself by inserting his chainsaw into the ground.

That's already pretty impressive; his dad goes straight into action when he gets up.

He was merely sent flying by Luo Jia's furious attack.

However, Titus felt that he still had a chance of victory. As long as the enemy was overconfident and the other Word Bearers did not attack, it would not be impossible for him to exile Loga alone at the cost of his life.

Whenever he was in dire straits, he would always hear something calling to him.

It even died biologically several times, but was still brought back to life.

Titus frowned and began to restrain his usual playing style and path dependence.

My father said that as long as the beacon successfully sends a signal, his mission objective is to evacuate.

"Son of Guilliman, step down—"

That magnificent, weary voice echoed in Titus's mind once more.

"This is not where your fate ends."

Oh? So you mean if I had started recklessly, I wouldn't have died here?

“Your father and his brothers will arrive; this is their battlefield.”

Titus made a throwing motion to provoke Loka, and while Loka opened his mouth and roared, he threw the chainsaw sword in again.

He then used his strength to move backward, twisting his body in mid-air, and activated the jetpack on his back.

He's outta here. Although he could use one life to banish the fallen Loga back, today is like someone in a game constantly pinging for him to retreat. He has no choice but to leave.

If he doesn't withdraw, that person will probably try to take control.

(At this moment, in front of the terrain chessboard, the Black King is shamelessly taking back pieces whose stats are inferior to the Primarch's, and placing Guilliman forward. The others are already used to it; at least this guy is still using pieces and recognizing stats, instead of just punching the opponent's pieces to the ground, right?)

Loka's anger was also forced to a halt by this strange scene. Like his son, he was bewildered and at a loss as to why the traitor's lackeys would choose to retreat.

Loga didn't realize what was happening until Titus was almost upon the portal.

flapping its wings, it flew over, roaring:

"Son of Guilliman!"

Guilliman's sons were indeed as cunning as their father!

What about your honor as Astartes? I am the Primarch, what about your respect for me?

"Cough-cough-"

Luo Jia spat out the chainsaw sword that was almost touching his throat and gagged a few times.

The drawback of simulating a real body is that it also replicates the body's senses.

Loka was faster; he landed in front of Titan before Titan reached the portal.

He swung his hammer down, not even bothering to use psionic energy, intending to crush his opponent with the sheer beauty of his numerical power.

Don't use skills when playing against weaker opponents, just use basic attacks.

Before Luo Jia's hammer could strike, a sword blocked it with a crisp clang.

Almost the instant he saw the shape of the sword, Luo Jia was so frightened that he flinched backward, his body contorting and contracting at the point where he could finally speak. Then, he exhaled a breath that sounded like the crowing of a rooster about to be slaughtered.

"Father--!"

On the other side of the portal, a gigantic figure slowly approached, golden patterns etched onto the blue armor like the shackles of fate.

The newcomer revealed himself, with short, golden hair adorned with an olive wreath and a resolute gaze.

“Logar,” Guilliman said, “I’ve come to kill you.”

The body of Luo Jia, which had just been completed, cracked as it trembled violently and emitted a sharp shriek of psionic energy, and could collapse again at any moment.

The fact that Guilliman had appeared was unbearable for Loga.

In particular, he also possesses his father's sword!

That sword! No, upon closer inspection, He realized it was an imitation of that sword, not the real thing.

“Titus, you have completed your mission perfectly. Now it is our turn to fight. Step back. Someone is waiting for you over there.”

Titus nodded silently, jumped back into the portal without looking back, and then started sending signals to call for reinforcements. When he looked up, he saw that the Radiance of Macragge had already arrived above him.

Guilliman had been preparing, and the Word Bearers probably thought the Regency would be troubled by the Swarm Wars.

But Guilliman was ready to banish Loga the moment he appeared in Loga's location.