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

Gate No. 12 slowly closed with a roar. The overseers in the Black Tower were terrified by Corax's slaughter efficiency. They hastily abandoned their colleagues, trying to use steel to block the flames of revolution.

Once the iron gates fall, the revolution will stop at the Eighth Precinct.

They had no time to connect with the uprisings in other districts, and the Black Tower was scrambling to deploy its troops. Every moment of delay would tighten the noose of tyranny!

Corax would not let them succeed. He threw down the head he had just twisted off, and his body turned into a twisted shadow, suddenly disappearing into the deep gap in the door, and the sound of bullets whistling exploded inside the door.

"For freedom! For revolution! For salvation!"

The suppression force of the Second Battalion was completely routed by the Primarch's massacre. A dozen survivors fell on the ground covered with blood and flesh, with shattered fear frozen in their pupils.

The roar of the slaves rolled over like a tide, tearing the defenders of tyranny to pieces.

Now they have more weapons, just waiting for the gate to open again!

Their eyes burned with the belief that they would win, and they firmly believed that the Primarch would lead the revolution to victory!

The Primarch never failed.

"Boom!"

Gate No. 12 slowly opened with the groan of the hydraulic system, and the Primarch stood tall in the blood mist.

Blood stained every inch of his skin, and his body was covered with the broken livers and spleens of mortals. The piled limbs under his feet formed a horrifying threshold.

Corax's gaze passed through the agitated rebels and briefly met Beltane's.

The uprising was still six standard hours away from its scheduled time, but the signal from the gunfire allowed Bell to launch the uprising ahead of schedule.

If Corax could wait another ten minutes, the rebels waiting underground could join him.

The uprising had an imperfect start, but victory is never picky.

The Primarch removed the bullet lodged in his shoulder and threw the blood-stained bullet head to the ground. The sound of metal collision was particularly harsh.

"Beltan, you take fifty soldiers to capture the gas storage station. Evelynya, Erin, and Brother Nate, each of you will lead your men to capture all the platforms on the first floor. We must reunite with other jurisdictions. Sharokin, take the others and follow me!"

Their plan was incomplete and they lacked knowledge of the Black Tower's internal structure.

But through the glass windows of the halls of each district, they managed to piece together the floor plan of the first floor of the Black Tower.

……

The gas storage station was right next to the Seventh District, and the overseers were completely unprepared for the slave uprising, with only a small team of ten soldiers guarding the area.

The fifty soldiers led by Bertan were all elites among the rebels, and they were proficient in using various captured individual weapons.

Although they had no experience in actual combat, the same was true of the overseers, who were so busy exploiting the workers that they neglected even their training.

When Bertin attacked the gas storage station, the guards were still debating whether to detonate the gas storage station. This would not stop the uprising, but would add to the instigation of the rebels.

Evelynya and Erin's offensive was equally unstoppable. The platform was the hub connecting the Black Tower with the various districts, and also the dormitory for the supervisors who supervised the various districts.

They shouldered the burden of guarding the platform, but their electric batons were no match for the rebels' bullets.

The overseers have been lax for too long. Long-term oppression has made them blind and immersed in the illusion of being eternal masters, but they don't know that slaves will also rebel.

The rebels had no idea about the structure of the upper levels of the Black Tower, so they could only capture each facility floor by floor and room by room.

Fortunately, the rebels had the upper hand in numbers. Their numbers were enough to fill every corridor of the Black Tower, with two sentries standing behind each door.

With every level they climbed, the black tower shattered the rebels' cognition.

They had thought that the overseers lived in cells a hundred times larger, feeding on mountains of corpse starch and clean water.

It wasn't until they actually entered the Black Tower that they realized how poor their imagination was.

"What is this?" Evelynnia poked the soft golden object on the plate with her fingertips.

The intrusion of the rebels frightened the family in the room. Huddled in the corner, mother and child huddled together like frightened chicks. The woman stammered, "This, this is bread..."

"What about this?"

Evelynya's fingertips tapped lightly on the rim of the cup, causing tiny ripples to appear in the milky white liquid in the cup.

"Yes, it's milk."

"What's that thing that's the same color as blood?" Evelynya's voice was filled with childlike curiosity.

"bacon."

Evelynya dipped her fingertips in the bacon thoughtfully, then slowly put the grease-stained fingertips into her mouth. Her tongue rolled over the salty fragrance, and the rich smoky flavor instantly exploded in her mouth.

This was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted!

Her throat rolled, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "It turns out that there are such delicious foods in the world."

Evelynya's gaze lingered on the golden and soft bread for a long time, and the rich wheat aroma tickled her nose.

Evelynnia swallowed quietly. Her body told her that she could eat it, but her mind told her not to.

"Snapped!"

Evelynya slapped her cheeks vigorously. "Evelynya, no, cheer up. Corax and Teacher Wop are waiting for you!"

……

Corax clung to the roof of the elevator car like a ghost, the cold of the metal seeping into his skin.

The sound of machinery stopped abruptly, and the moment the elevator door slid open, dense lines of fire intertwined into a web of death in the confined space, tearing the bodies of those wearing supervisor badges into bloody fragments.

Before the smoke had cleared, the ventilation cover on the ceiling fell down with a loud bang, and Shadow leaped into the panicked crowd.

The rotating blade cut the human body open as easily as rice paper. The blood drew a perfect parabola under the action of gravity, splashing an abstract scarlet painting on the white wall.

The steel corridors of the Black Tower looked like a strange maze to Corax, but the inherent arrogance of the powerful showed him the way.

Those in power always tend to have their offices on the top floor of a building to demonstrate their authority and status above everyone else, and these soldiers on high alert further confirmed his guess.

Corax slowly straightened his blood-stained body. He heard dense footsteps at the end of the corridor. More suppression soldiers poured into the passage. Hundreds of black muzzles of guns flashed with deadly cold light, and they were all aimed at him like poisonous snakes choosing their prey.

He caught a glimpse of Elena behind the crowd. The executive, dressed in a sophisticated uniform, was staring at him intently, her body trembling with anger.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

"Corax."

"Savior? You call yourself a savior just for those lowly slaves?" Elena's scream was more hysterical than the most deranged madwoman. "Open fire, kill him now!"

Hundreds of gun barrels burst out with dazzling tongues of fire at the same time. The interwoven web of death from the barrage of bullets forced the Primarch to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. At the moment when the rain of bullets was about to engulf him, he dodged into the corridor on the other side and used the wall to block the enemy's view.

Corax's hearing detected the sound of dense footsteps coming from the other side of the corridor. At least dozens of fully armed guards were coming from the flank.

Elena drew on the already stretched defense forces and deployed hundreds of elite guards on her office floor. Such a large-scale concentration of forces was precisely creating an advantage for the rebels.

The greater the pressure on Corax, the safer the rebels below.

The suppression forces on both sides rushed into the narrow corridor at the same time, but when they completed the tactical encirclement, they only saw each other's astonished faces.

Their eyes were fixed on the tightly closed metal doors, and they advanced quickly in tactical formation.

When they found that the door lock was intact, a black shadow suddenly fell from the ceiling. The spinning blade made blood splatter like ink, and the broken internal organs and severed limbs drew a horrifying parabola in the air.

"What are you waiting for? Kill without mercy!" Elena's icy voice exploded in the communication channel, and every syllable was saturated with the cruel decision of the ruler.

The suppression force across the corridor hesitated briefly, and then the commander gave the order with a twitch of his facial muscles.

Hundreds of death rays instantly tore through the air, and the dazzling scarlet grid enveloped the former colleagues and the besieged shadows in this indiscriminate killing light curtain.

The muffled sound of the laser beam piercing through the flesh and the screams came one after another, and the dead man's face was frozen with an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

And the black shadow that should have been torn to pieces was now as if it had never existed.

"Find him at all costs! Now!" Elena's scream exploded in the communication channel, her voice distorted by extreme fear.

This crazy order caused a stir of unrest among the suppression troops, but the commander could only grit his teeth and order them to advance.

He didn't dare disobey his supervisor's orders.

The shattered bodies lay in a pool of blood, quietly waiting for them, and the blood that had not yet coagulated was slowly flowing along the lines of the alloy floor.

They had killed their colleagues with their own hands and were now searching for the enemy among their corpses.

Their uniforms curled and burned in the heat, and the pungent smell of blood and burnt human flesh mixed into a sickening stench.

As the suppression troops cautiously approached the pile of corpses, the black shadow suddenly lifted up the body parts on his body, and the bright red human body fragments flew around like butterfly wings, rushing into the crowd in a bloody whirlwind.

He was clearly there, and the suppression troops had clearly guessed that he was there, but no one noticed him!

The suppressors didn't even have time to turn their guns around before they were caught up in this sudden whirlwind of death.

Every swing accurately severed the carotid artery, and every turn brought about a spurt of blood.

Their carefully arranged tactical formation collapsed in an instant, and the only sounds in the communication channel were screams and the crisp sound of broken bones.

After a few seconds, the world fell into silence.

Blood flowed in a winding pattern on the white floor, mixing with the broken internal organs to form a sticky dark river.

Elena's fingers clenched the grip of the gold-plated pistol tightly, and her knuckles turned bluish-white from excessive force.

Her arms trembled uncontrollably, and the muzzle of the gun drew a messy trajectory in the air.

"Corax, come out! I command you to come out!"

She screamed hysterically, but no one would listen to her orders anymore. The suppression troops who obeyed her orders had turned into bloody remains.

Corax's blade could easily have slit Elena's throat, but he deliberately left the hysterical commander behind.

A living, out-of-control commander is far more valuable than a corpse.

But now she has lost her value.

When Elena saw the nightmarish black shadow walking out from the corner of the corridor, the dagger had already cut through the solidified air, tearing a trail of death in the metal corridor.

The moment she pulled the trigger, the tip of the knife pierced through her eyebrows like lightning, and a line of scarlet blood meandered down her delicate nose.

Corax leaned slightly sideways, and the scarlet laser beam grazed his pale cheek.

He stepped over Elena's gradually cooling body, and when his palm pressed on the door handle, the metal became slippery with blood.

Corax tore off the ornate uniform hanging on the wall and used it to wipe the blood from his hands.

As the blood-stained cloth was discarded to the ground, he slowly sat down in Elena's command chair, the leather groaning under the strain of bearing the Primarch's weight.

Elena's Thinker terminal has the highest control authority over the Black Tower. Unfortunately, Corax has never learned how to crack the Thinker, and it is too late to learn now.

Wop: "Too bad she didn't even set a password."

Aren’t you afraid that your browsing history will be seen by others?

"Because her arrogance made her think her power would never be overthrown."

It is not difficult to operate the Thinker, Corax learns quickly, but if you want to gain further authority, you need Elena's palm print and gene authentication.

Corax: "Father, please save me a trick."

Wop had more than one trick up his sleeve. As soon as he raised his hand, Elena's body flew into the air like a puppet.

Corax grabbed the stiff wrist and pressed the bloody palm print against the authentication screen.

The power gradually became clear before Corax's eyes, and he became the new master of Lycaeus.

Corax searched the security logs and found that only the Supervisor in all of Lycaeus had the authority to contact Chiaval.

But Elena did not ask for help from Chiaval, nor did she even report it, and the Technical Guild knew nothing about the uprising in Lycaeus.

Because she was afraid of how this would affect her reputation, she thought she could suppress the rebellion and sweep the matter under the rug.

Corax flipped through the warehouse's inventory data, his eyes lingering briefly on the inventory information of atomic mining explosives, and a counterattack plan against Kiaval gradually took shape in his mind.

Several small transport ships were docked on the apron, the gravity well was still mechanically pumping in and out supplies, and supervisors were driving transport vehicles like worker ants, transporting tons of goods to the warehouse.

"After 19 standard hours, the gravity well will reverse, and the small transport boat carrying supplies will then return to Chiavar. If we load a few atomic mining charges onto the boat, we can create a small nuclear explosion in Chiavar's city."

"Kiaval will be in chaos, and we can seize the fleet in orbit."

Corax stared at the slowly rotating galaxy scene on the Thinker's screen, his eyes fixed on the flashing red emblem of the fleet in orbit around Kyaval.

Although this small fleet lacked the ability to travel between stars, its firepower was not compromised at all, and it posed a deadly threat to Lycaeus.

While the odds of an orbital bombardment of Lycaeus were slim given Kiavar's heavy reliance on its mineral resources, Corax was accustomed to taking all risks into account.

If they could capture that fleet, they could pose a threat to Kiavar.

Not only can it cut off Kiaval's lifeline, but it also has the power to threaten Kiaval.

The overall strength of Lycaeus and Chiavar is too different, so if they want to win, they must gain an asymmetric advantage.