Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

There are significant correspondences between the tactical styles of the Legions Astartes, with the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists showing the most striking similarities, followed by the Night Lords and Raven Guard.

They were both masters of stealth and psychological warfare, the former aimed at creating fear, the latter at winning through covert operations, but that is official history.

Under Wop's careful teaching, although Coze's methods are harsh, his goal is to establish order and implement justice.

Their tactical styles are very similar, both of them will invisibly make the enemy feel fear, but neither of them aims to spread fear.

In their pursuit of justice, they have always been similar, both in history and now.

None of them liked prison; cells were unnecessary.

Criminals must either be punished or die.

In terms of killing efficiency, Koz is higher because he kills more people and his method is more skillful.

Nostramo was filled with scum and criminals, and Curze rarely went a day without killing someone.

But Wop would not take the initiative to use Curze to attack Corax, as this would only provoke a rift between their brothers.

Corax: "What about personality?"

Not wanting to lie to the child, Wop chose a softer statement: "He has a more sunny and cheerful personality, while you are more focused and reserved."

Wop wasn't telling a hell of a joke, it was just the fact that Curze had a brighter, more cheerful personality than Corax.

Curze has a good relationship with the Night Haunters, often taking his friends out to kill people in the middle of the night. He will take the initiative to call Dorothy "mother", and will considerately explain the crimes before killing them. He will also argue with the Emperor for his people.

Corax is an introvert. Unless necessary, he will hardly interact with anyone other than Wop. He is more like a lonely and gloomy otaku who likes to be alone.

Corax didn't ask Wop whose personality he liked better, because Wop would definitely give a perfect answer and praise the shining points of both of them.

Corax will not learn from his brothers, he is no one's shadow.

Just like there are no two identical leaves on the same tree, they share certain characteristics but each grows into a unique appearance.

Similarity is superficial, difference is the essence.

He wanted Wop to like him more, but not in a way that imitated his brother.

"Relax, I'm back." Corax grabbed Bertan's wrist.

Bertan gripped the detonator with his knuckles turning white, but his body gradually relaxed. "Where's the supervisor?"

Corax: "If they're dead, you can recover their weapons along the same route. But you can't return to the precinct. You'll have to stay here for the rest of the time."

Bertin nodded silently.

They have been exposed, and going back would be a trap.

What's more, so many people died in the overseers' attempt to capture them. If they dare to return to their jurisdiction, the overseers will definitely arrest them and torture them severely.

Staying underground for over thirty days and nights would drive people crazy, but that was the price they had to pay for their mistakes.

Corax's deep voice echoed in the darkness. "I will arrange for a group of soldiers to deliver a batch of supplies to you. During this time, you must master the use of firearms. This incident is a warning. The Overseer may send someone to look for you again. Then you will have to fight the enemy alone."

"When the time is right, if you are still alive, I will arrange for you to return to the jurisdiction. Then, you can ignite the flame of dawn with your own hands."

Bertan raised his head suddenly, his cracked lips trembling slightly, "Do we still have a chance?"

"Everyone has a chance, but remember," Corax's gaze gripped Beltane like an iron clamp, a sense of oppression surging in his black pupils. "Don't let your father down, and don't let my father down, Beltane."

"No, never again!" Bertin squeezed out these words from between his teeth, his voice so low that it seemed to be ground out from deep in his chest.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists too tightly, but he still stubbornly faced the gaze that almost pierced him.

The corners of Corax's mouth curled up into a cold arc: "I hope you will do what you say."

Chapter 110 The World Focuses on You (5K)

"Nostramo is on track to become the capital of the human empire."

Sevatar's language talent is as stable as ever.

Fili unconsciously curled a strand of hair with the pen. "Why are you telling me this?"

Sevatar: "Because I can't find anyone else to talk to."

"How come, where are the others?"

"Ben is in Colchis, he joined the Circle of Ash."

"Shen leads the Brotherhood, enforcing justice on other worlds."

"Thor and Kaz have both joined different expeditionary fleets and are now independently commanding operations for the first time in their lives."

Fili tilted her head, tapped the tip of her pen lightly on the paper, and spread a small blot of ink. "Then why did Coz bring you with him?"

Sevatar: "Maybe it's because I speak better."

Fili raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at him. You really have no self-awareness. From childhood to adulthood, has anyone thought that you speak nicely except Dorothy?

You only pretend to be nice in front of Dorothy.

Fili: "I have a lot of things to do today. Can you please not disturb me?"

Sevatar: "The Primarch is also very busy. Are you suggesting that I go find Dorothy?"

Fili seemed to be deflated, her shoulders slumped, "Then you should stay here."

Although Fili always complained that Sevatar was annoying, every time she heard the familiar footsteps, the corners of her mouth would unconsciously rise slightly.

They have been friends since childhood and have witnessed together the collapse of the old world and the birth of a new order.

Now they are still each other's closest friends and maintain the bond of friendship.

But they have all grown up and everyone has their own things to do.

Dorothy became the planetary governor, and Fili was her cabinet secretary.

Those first few years were incredibly busy. While the Empire's administrative departments handled most of the groundwork, they still had to execute important decisions. Fili, too, had gradually transformed from the naive young girl she'd been to a brilliant civil servant capable of strategic planning.

Many of the girls from the Night Ghost joined the government, and the boys actively signed up for the selection of the Night Lords and became sons of the idiot Koz who were a few years older.

While Philly was buried in a mountain of paperwork, they were lying on the cold operating table, undergoing an organ transplant that would change their lives.

Even boys who failed the selection would choose to return to the Night Haunter and continue to serve the Legion as a mortal auxiliary.

They are scattered all over the galaxy, and perhaps the next news they receive will be the final farewell to each other.

"Speaking of Ben." Filia nibbled the end of the pen cap. "What happened to him? I haven't seen him since the transplant."

Sevatar's tone was understated: "He was unlucky. The mutant mortality rate is ten times higher than ours. He almost died on the operating table."

"Although he was lucky enough to survive, you'll never see his tentacles again. The Tech-Priests installed a pair of mechanical prosthetic limbs for him. I heard that when he was serving in the Ring of Ashes, Erebus the Golden Word Messenger gifted him another pair of finely crafted mechanical prosthetic limbs. All in all, he's doing pretty well."

Fili: "What about Kaz and Thor?"

"They were all lucky. The sergeants and company commanders died quickly, so they were promoted quickly. Now they are all company commanders."

Fili's lips curled up into a smile unconsciously.

Although with her current authority, she can access the files of her former comrades at any time.

But when it came out of Sevatar's mouth, it always had a fresh breath, as if they were back to the time when they were young and followed Curze to hunt criminals at night.

Sevatar sighed heavily, "I only have to follow Curze."

"This is because Coze trusts you the most. Shouldn't you be proud?"

Sevatar: "Trust also means responsibility. You will never understand the hard life I have lived in the Night Lords."

Fili looked out the window with a blank look in her eyes. "You don't understand the hard life I've been through at the Ministry of the Interior. Have you ever seen an approval stamp at four in the morning?"

Sevatar: "I've seen power swords and mumbling at four in the morning."

They smiled at each other, and everyone's burden was not light!

Sevatar suddenly asked: "Fili, is it time for you to get married?"

Fili looked up at him in confusion, "I never planned on getting married, why are you asking?"

Sevatar: "In mortal terms, you are no longer young."

Fili snorted, "That may not be the case."

"The Mechanicus's technology can only extend your lifespan by three or four hundred years at best. But do you intend to meet Mr. Wop with such an old face?"

Fili smiled slyly, "Just because current technology isn't good doesn't mean the technology of the Dark Ages won't be good either. Sister Medea has genetic optimization technology that can extend the lifespan of mortals by over two thousand years. I might even live longer than you!"

Sevatar: "So do you want to be my sister or my mother?"

Fili glanced at him sideways and said, "I don't have that kind of feeling towards Coze."

Sevatar: "I mean Wop."

"What about you? Do you want to be the Primarch's son or his brother?"

Sevatar remained silent, and the two smiled at each other again.

The laughter died down, and Fili lowered her eyes again in loneliness, her voice so soft that it seemed as if she was talking to herself: "When will he come back?"

Sevatar: "Six Primarchs have already returned. It will take another thirty or forty years at most."

Fili raised her eyes in surprise, "Aren't there five?"

The Sixteenth Legion, the Eighth Legion, the Seventeenth Legion, the Sixth Legion, and the Twelfth Legion, which had just welcomed back its original leader and made it public. Where did the sixth one come from?

Sevatar: "The 19th Legion just arrived today?"

Fili calculated the time. "According to the voyage, we should have entered the near-stellar orbit by now, what do you mean?"

Sevatar: "I didn't say anything."

Fili reminded him, "You said Nostramo is on track to become the capital of the human empire."

"That's what I said," Sevatar nodded in agreement. "Every returning Primarch will lead his legion to visit Nostramo, with priority even higher than Holy Terra. Isn't this trend obvious?"

Fili pondered, "But Terra is the cradle of human civilization. Nostramo can't possibly replace it. It's at most the second capital."

Fili looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, "So, what is your real purpose for coming here?"

Sevatar: "I've been under a lot of pressure lately, so I came to you to vent."

Fili gave an elegant yet polite smile, "Are you done venting?"

"Thank you, I feel much more relaxed now." Sevatar let out a long sigh, and the tension in his brows had relaxed.

Fili pointed and said, "The door is over there. I won't see you off."

Sevatar: "I need to stay a little longer. If you are really busy now, I can keep my mouth shut."

"That's even more creepy. You'd better keep it open." Fili shuddered. "I'm not very busy. Sister Medea repaired the Hive's automation system and optimized the Interior Ministry's Cogitator array. Although the Empire's insistence on lengthy parchment processing has seriously slowed down efficiency, it's still much faster than before."

Sevatar: "Enjoy this rare leisure time. You will only get busier in the future."

The Empire launched the Great Crusade by attacking from all sides. Each fleet had a different main attack direction, but most of them expanded outward from Terra.

The Eighth Legion is no exception, but half of their fleet is expanding with Nostramo as the core.

Because Nostramo was already at the edge of the Astronomican Light, it was difficult to continue expanding outward, so their direction of expansion was inward, which was the opposite of the Empire's expansion direction.

According to the established plan, they will eventually meet at the center of the Milky Way.

Since Terra and Nostramo are far apart, it is difficult for the Empire to exercise long-arm jurisdiction, so all the worlds conquered by the Eighth Legion with Nostramo as its core are temporarily under the jurisdiction of Nostramo.

The Emperor also acquiesced to this.

Although Nostramo currently only governs a dozen worlds, in time, the fate of thousands of worlds will depend on it.

Sevatar believed that it would be only a matter of time before the other Legions followed their lead, as the Golden Words and the Space Wolves were already doing.

The Luna Wolves are dedicated to their duties, but their home planet is located in the heart of the Solar System.

Sevatar had not yet had the honor of meeting the Primarch of the XII Legion, but judging from Curze's "meaningful" description, Angron was probably not an honest man.

The Empire of Man, seemingly an unbreakable alliance, has actually been shattered for some time.

Each legion is redefining loyalty in its own way, and each primarch is quietly building his own second empire.

Sevatar remembered the story of the five hundred worlds that Wop told them when they were young.

Perhaps even Wop himself did not realize that when he told this story, his tone was full of admiration for the Five Hundred Worlds.

"Sevatar, where are you?"

The Primarch's voice suddenly came through Sevatar's communicator. He slowly stood up, the joints of his power armor making a dull metallic friction sound. "Fili, thank you for listening, but I have to go. I don't think we will meet again for a long time."