Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Aaron's expectant gaze turned strange: "Huh~ Can't you people from the future have any other pursuits besides your fathers and the empire? Just your own pursuits, your own meaning in life or something."

Marum pondered deeply: "I'm sorry, Aaron, my purpose in life is to fight for the Empire."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Then I'll just have to do my own thing. Please ask Guilliman to prepare some powerful weapons for you and send them over."

He lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on a lawn.

He didn't even need to observe where he was; just looking up at the large vortex in the distance, he knew he was in Olympia.

It's strange, he was clearly trying to lead the way to Guilliman.

Why did I come to Xiao Pei's place?

He got up and saw Peturabo sitting in a pavilion in the distance, carving marble statues.

The face of the stone statue is exactly like his own.

Hey, I always say my younger brother loves me, his older brother, very much.

She's just a bit stubborn and doesn't know how to say nice things.

You see, just like my older brother, she likes to make souvenirs for her family.

The problem is that this stone statue was made to the exact size of the original body, so it's not easy to take it back with you.

Aaron walked forward, stepping onto the dew-covered lawn. Peturabo immediately stood up and pulled up a tarpaulin to cover his work that he was finishing.

“Ahem, I’m using you as a practice subject, Aaron. I approve of your idea of ​​making family portrait statues, but you haven’t been here for a few months, so I’d rather redo these family portrait statues myself.”

Before Aaron could speak, Xiao Pei began to explain her actions.

It definitely wasn't because she missed her brother that she did this.

Aaron looked around at the nearby stones, then walked over to Little Pei and smiled:

"Haha, so you really accept us as family! But I can't stay with you for long, Xiao Pei. There's another brother I have something urgent to tell him."

"Give my regards to Katherine. I'm preparing for the three competitions you mentioned."

Xiao Pei's face was ashen and uncertain.

My brother didn't come here specifically to see me?

And he even swaggered around, telling himself that he was ready to take Katherine away from him!

This is just to annoy myself!

Peturabo spewed out terrifying gusts of air from his nostrils, like a fire-breathing dragon or serpent from mythology.

"Go if you want, I won't stop you."

Aaron said helplessly, "Well, I was just wondering who to give a gift to. It seems I have to go now."

Xiao Pei calmed down and held out her hand: "Give it to me."

Aaron grinned mischievously. "What do I have for you? My dear little brother, call me 'brother' and let me hear it."

Peturabo clenched his fists, resisting the urge to smash Aaron to pieces:

"Fine, don't give it to me then. Is there anything I can't make?"

Aaron burst into laughter, untied the bundle from his back, and said:

"This thing isn't a machine; it's a cloak given to us by our uncle Olperson. It's said to be able to stop any attack. But for you, it's just a small shawl; it doesn't even cover your arms."

He took off the red cloak, shook it out into a single piece, and displayed it to Peturabo.

It looks like a bullfight.

"Squat down first, and I'll try tying it to your shoulders."

With a stubborn look on his face, Perturabo reluctantly but secretly pleased knelt down, trying his best to lower his shoulders so that Aaron could reach him.

"That's good!"

Aaron tied the cloak's ties, then habitually reached out and rubbed Peturabo's cheeks, pinching the latter's steel-like face.

"Smile, and I promise I'll make time to spend with you more often. I'm actually worried that when you grow up and have your own things to do, you might not even think of me as your brother anymore."

Aaron's verbal barrage left the restless and comforted Xiao Pei momentarily at a loss for what to do, and she was gently patted on the face.

Like a docile, large lamb. Xiao Pei finally couldn't help but speak up:

"Enough, enough. Kidding tricks won't work on me. Go do what you need to do now. I don't want my other brothers lecturing me in the future."

Chapter 107 Taking Little Peturabo to meet Guilliman, Peturabo's Destruction Cannon (36k)

“Okay, I also brought some things for my brothers. They were originally for Guilliman, but you should like them too. They're fruits from Colchis, Loga's hometown, and they taste different from what you get here.”

Aaron rummaged through the package and found that the dried fruit had been dehydrated and could be stored for a longer period of time.

He stuffed the food to Peturabo's mouth, who was still kneeling, raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth wide, saying:

"Ah~"

Perturabo suppressed his anger. When had he ever been treated like a child?

Click!

He opened his mouth and took a big bite of the dried fruit, swallowing it after only a few bites.

What do you mean by "originally meant for Guilliman"? Doesn't Perturabo deserve it?

"Let's go, let's go. I know these things weren't meant for me in the first place, maybe this cloak is no exception."

Xiao Pei was rushing around, so he had to find a place to relax by himself for a while. He always felt restricted when his brother was around.

This statue also needs to be completed as soon as possible.

Aaron sighed helplessly and added a few more pieces: "Remember to leave a few for Katherine too, I'm leaving now!"

He took a deep breath, looked for the hardest pillar nearby, stood a little further away, and then suddenly rammed into the pillar.

Startled, Xiao Pei jumped towards the pillar almost immediately, causing Aaron to collide with him.

Xiao Pei then realized that Aaron's way of traveling between different worlds was through this kind of "collision".

However, the collision has now occurred between him and his brother.

In the Primarch's astonishing visual delay, he saw his body gradually disintegrate, starting from his arms, becoming beyond the human body and even beyond the constraints of the material world.

For a time, he did indeed ponder what it would be like if the fragile human body were transformed into a mechanical creation.

Now it seems that this feeling has completely transcended the two modes of existence of carbon-based and silicon-based, and should be called essence, or God.

Everything around me, all of reality, is turning upside down and becoming incredibly fragile, except for the existence that has been liberated within my own body, which remains eternal.

This sense of difference even made Xiao Pei feel that the mundane world was meaningless, and that they should break free and go in search of the supreme being.

Human emotions, moral concepts, and even responsibilities are meaningless.

Is this the form of existence of a god? This feeling of transcending everything is so magnificent.

Peturabo was almost leaving his body, about to transcend completely, when he looked down and saw his brother bumping into him.

"elder brother."

He whispered, "The essence and the body are reunited as one. Transcendence certainly exists, but reality is equally important."

At least this older brother is real.

(Loka: That's right, exactly. Remember when my brother and I, both bald, bumped into Guilliman?)

Peturabo carefully held onto Aaron to avoid any danger during this strange journey.

He tried to observe his surroundings; the dreamlike, magnificent Genesis Nebula represented the primordial grandeur of the universe.

It's like a stairway to heaven.

Compared to these sights, the giant vortex he first saw in the sky above the cliff was nothing more than a tiny speck.

This perception quickly began to dissipate, accompanied by a fixed point in time being captured and immersed in it.

Perturabo landed on the deck of a massive metal ship in the starry sky. The absence of gravity caused his hair to flutter wildly.

She also had to protect Aaron in her arms.

Almost the instant he came into contact with the giant ship, Peturabo felt as if he had begun to understand the form of this enormous metal creation, the industrial techniques used, and even the direction of its improvement.

It's as if these things are knowledge that he should have possessed all along.

A feeling of suffocation and coldness began to spread through his body, but it was only slightly colder than the winter wind.

The Primarch charged on foot toward the passage he had spotted, turned the valve, and led Aaron, who was nearly frozen solid, inside.

They then closed the valve again and found an isolated passageway to enter the ship's interior.

Many ships also have this structure in their underwater sections, with segmented compartments that allow for constant adjustment of the ship's internal and external balance.

He completely ignored the red lights that were constantly flashing alarms due to the accidental intrusion, his eyes searching the structure of the room with an almost thirsty gaze, trying to verify the knowledge that had been unleashed from his mind.

Peturabo quickly cracked the door to the ship's interior, and under the twisting force of the massive metal structure, he entered the area of ​​artificial gravity, landing in a long passageway.

The lights blazed on, those lights, countless times brighter than candlelight, revealing every detail inside the ship. Two people were already waiting for him at the other end of the passageway.

One of them was dressed in heavy blue armor with gold patterns, and was about the same height as himself.

The other person was dressed in golden armor and was shorter. The tip of the blade he held seemed to have an additional layer of power attached to its physical form.

“My brother, Peturabo, put Aaron down first. He did not arrive in a physical body, so there is no need to worry about him getting hurt.”

The man in blue armor spoke, his heavy footsteps echoing as they struck the ground.

Perturabo immediately placed the frozen Aaron behind him and assumed a fighting stance:

"Stop, I need to confirm who you are first."

Guilliman spread his arms to indicate that he meant no harm:

“Guilliman, Robert Guilliman, one of your brothers. The reason my fleet did not launch an attack immediately was because of my orders.”

Since Lorgar's last arrival, he has directed all past versions of those who betrayed the Primarch to the secret entry of cloning the Primarch.

Some people with ulterior motives, upon seeing the term "cloning prototype," immediately felt that this must be explosive news.