Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

He will never be late again.

"Titus, it's time to join the team. We need to prepare to support our father."

Sicarius emerged from one of the launchers continuously being fired from the Radiance of Macragge, while Kargar oversaw the cleanup of the Zerg swarm that had been ravaged from the original battlefield.

He approached Titus, reached out his hand, and helped his brother to his feet:

"Unfortunately, Marum is not here. Following Father's orders, we have temporarily formed a combat team of two hundred people to support Father in his battle against the Primarch."

"The Ultramarines will never allow the bitter consequences of ten thousand years ago to repeat themselves."

Compared to Titus, Sicarius was much more talkative. Titus would simply say, "After you finish speaking, I'll nod, take the newly issued chainsaw sword, repair the wear and tear on my power armor, and prepare to charge back."

He observed that three movable static force field devices were sent down, and even Titus himself twitched his eyebrows when he saw this.

This isn't a good idea.

It can only be said that as extreme warriors, they really considered too many things.

Sicarius was also unable to explain; he had made all the preparations and hoped he would never need to use them.

He walked up to the assembled crowd, and as is typical in such situations, this was the moment for his exciting speech.

The court also dispatched dozens of people who could perform the exile ritual.

They had been searching for the Word Bearer for over a hundred years, and finally found the location where Loka had escaped.

However, Sicarius simply turned around and raised his hand:

"charge."

Then they seized the initiative and stormed in.

The Ultramarines roared and blasted their chainsaws at maximum power, which instilled fear in the judges.

Aren't the Smurfs supposed to be very calm?

It looks like a brutal world devourer.

They checked the time on the portal; there was still an hour left.

Lowe is already searching for the nearest Imperial world with actual combat positions, requesting them to send their stationed naval forces to assist.

If things go badly, prioritize taking the original body, then issue an extermination order immediately.

The Inquisitors have rituals that can restrict the actions of the Primarchs, at the cost of their lives.

They are willing to pay these prices.

Lovi clutched the piece of cloth in his pocket: "Our predecessors have been chasing this for hundreds of years. How many people died when they banished the Red Sand Angels?"

"God Emperor, protect me."

He took out a cloth, rubbed the spot stained with blood from ages ago on his revolver, put on his life-sustaining helmet, and stepped into the portal.

Chapter 97 Radiant Words, Lorca Possesses Guilliman

Only after Cycharius rushed into the portal did Titus remember to ask:

Does Father know we did this?

I remember he just told me that someone was there to meet me.

Forget it, let's go!

Titus also rushed in. He might not be able to get involved in the battle between the Primarchs, but there were still some Blessed Sons of the Word Bearers on the other side.

Two hundred of them probably wouldn't be enough to go around.

Returning to that magma planet brought relief to the Ultramarines, who found that in addition to the Blessed Children, some warp rifts had been torn open.

Many demons filed out, mostly from factions that were allied with the Word Bearers.

There were also some Khorne demons that happened to be passing by; they were simply passing through.

Titus observed the battlefield above, where his father was already fighting with Loka. Loka had grabbed him by the waist and lifted him into the air.

At the same time, the hilt of his father's sword smashed into Loka's eye socket.

The two looked like brothers fighting when they were kids, completely without any strategy, using every means at their disposal.

This seems truly puzzling, as the Chapter's records contain numerous accounts of how the father and Forgrim were so skilled in swordsmanship that even the Space Marine veterans of that time marveled at their incomprehensible abilities.

How did it turn into a chaotic brawl?

Titus had no time to think, for the enemy was already upon him.

At that moment, Guilliman was about to reverse the hilt of his sword and plunge the entire sword into Loka's mouth.

This sword was not used in Nurgle Garden; it was a replica.

It was only yesterday that Kaul reluctantly sent someone to deliver it. It is said to be one of the ritual objects made by the Legion of the Word Bearers more than 10,000 years ago. At that time, Loga wished he could regard everything about his father from head to toe as a sacred object and made many replicas.

This sword is one of them.

Almost the instant he touched the sword, Guilliman felt a power fluctuation that was completely different from the original.

Although this aura essentially came from the father, it still carried another will.

My brother's love.

“Brother, and also, Luo Jia, thank you.”

Guilliman prayed softly. He knew that Aaron had met Lorgar of the 30K, and that this sword was the one Lorgar had prepared beforehand.

Thank you to my good brother Luo Jia and Luo Jia who wants to kill this bad guy in front of me. There is no connection between the two.

Guilliman's swordsmanship was among the best of the Primarchs. He easily used the gap created by Lorgar's flapping wings and shoulder movement to flip his sword and slash into Lorgar's cheek.

"Useless thing, so what if you've ascended? When you create a physical body for yourself, you still have to follow the biological laws governing shoulder movement. So, what exactly have you been pursuing, and what answers have you obtained?"

Guilliman launched a verbal offensive. He wasn't good at yelling during a fight, but for some reason, it was as if Aaron was sitting on his shoulders and he needed to scold his good-for-nothing brother.

So Guilliman started to be sarcastic:

Where is the god you are looking for?

"What kind of grotesque appearance have you made yourself into?"

"Do you know? Your scriptures are the best-selling text in the empire, but everyone in the know laughs at you while they're praying."

"You, a believer who places all your hopes in God, are ultimately the most wavering. Do you know those burning legions? Do you know those living saints?"

"Everything is going according to your initial expectations, except that you chose to back down; you were afraid!"

Guilliman never imagined he could say so much in one breath, and even gradually gain the upper hand in the battle, chopping off one of Loga's wings.

The two Primarchs fell to the ground entangled together, rolling into a lava-eroded plain on the edge of a volcano.

The Ultramarines roared with excitement; the Primarch's advantage was clearly a boost to the battlefield situation.

The Ultramarines thought to themselves that their father was actually very strong, and there was probably another reason why he failed against Forgrim at the beginning.

Of course, they would objectively preserve the record of their father's defeat in their historical documents.

During the battle with the Primarch, Guilliman pinned the wound on Lorgar's wing to his sword, clenched his other fist, and slammed it into Lorgar's face before launching a special explosive projectile from under his arm.

It nearly turned Lojia's head into a sieve.

Caught off guard by the berserk Guilliman, Logar's first reaction was to try to break free with physical strength rather than using psionic energy.

It seems they were truly stunned by the beating.

By the time Guilliman came to his senses, he was already perched on his face, looking down at him with a cold yet triumphant gaze.

Just like it was more than 10,000 years ago.

At that time, he knelt before this brother, enduring humiliation.

"Damn Guilliman, you think you're so great!"

Loka finally unleashed his psionic power, dispelling Guilliman's suppression and gradually restoring his body to its full strength.

Then it floated up again, the hammer in its hand carrying a huge lava storm and spiritual energy as it charged forward.

Guilliman sensed the presence of those psionic energies even before they made physical contact. He could only sense them, but couldn't do anything about it—was that right?

“Ignore my attack, Guilliman, focus on where I am.”

The voice of his brother, Loka, the voice that Loka had taught him more than 10,000 years ago, which should not have existed.

Guilliman closed his eyes. He was indeed unable to actively project his psychic energy. For a time, he even doubted whether those things were actually psychic energy.

But he could feel it, and that was enough.

Then, disregard the attacks in front of you and focus only on Lo Jia's main body.

Guilliman opened his eyes, and with both hands, he elegantly raised the sword, performing a beautiful sword flourish—a style reminiscent of Fugrim's swordsmanship.

The sword rubbed against the crackling lightning, then bounced off, providing the momentum for lateral movement.

The Primarch's body was bounced to the side, making it look as if he had been knocked away by Logar.

Before the latter could even open his mouth to laugh, he saw his brother seemingly in complete control of his body and the psionic shockwave. He actually used his psionic shockwave to move sideways in the air, avoiding the center of the explosion and even shifting to a direction that could directly launch an attack at him.

This, how is this possible!

Loka panicked; he had never seen Guilliman handle psionic energy so skillfully.

In his original memory, this brother was always covered in wounds and hampered by psionic shocks before he even approached them and used those sword techniques.

How is this psionic Muggle so adept at using the enemy's psionic energy?!

Under Loka's horrified gaze, Guilliman sensed the psionic storm about to explode and adjusted himself to an upward position.

The next moment, a massive lava storm was unveiled, and Lorgar's full-power psionic explosion sent Guilliman into the sky, to the same height as Lorgar.

No, it even briefly surpassed Loga's height; the light cast by the newly formed star behind him cast a shadow over Guilliman, covering Loga's face.

"My brother, I've come to kill you."

Guilliman said in a low voice, the jet propulsion behind him was enough to send him to Lorca's front.

The giant sword in his hand transformed into a two-handed slashing motion, charging straight at him.

This is similar to a mage in your team using a forced displacement skill, only to send the enemy warrior who has activated Berserk to their face.