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

Koz stood a hundred meters away, Fili and Dorothy stood on both sides, and Sevatar led the Black Armored Guards in the rear.

"Nice to meet you, Lord of Midnight." Russ's heroic laughter echoed in the strong wind of the hive spire. He opened his arms and gave Curze a bear hug that was strong enough to strangle a mortal with the unique enthusiasm of the Fenris people.

"Nice to meet you." Curze hugged his brother's body, which was covered in stench. "Russ, my brother."

Rus's nostrils twitched slightly, and the Wolf King keenly caught the barely perceptible stiffness in Koz's body.

He loosened his arms and slowly took two steps back, "Brother, did you see something bad?"

Coz: "It's my talent, it happens sometimes."

Russ's brow furrowed, a rare flash of worry in his eyes. "I'm a little worried about your mental state. Why don't you let the Emperor seal the curse for now?"

Curze's voice echoed like a deep valley: "The future has unfolded before me, a blood-stained scroll. Closing my eyes is but self-deception and folly. The gods never pause for the trembling of mortals, nor does fate show mercy for our cowardice, just as darkness never dissipates because of the extinguishing of a candle."

Ruth laughed heartily. "I acknowledge you, brother, but I seem to have died a miserable death."

Coze: "Not as miserable as Lorgar."

"That's fine. I won't ask about the cause of death."

Russ's eyes swept over the two ladies beside Coze. When he looked at the lady with dignified manners, he suddenly knelt on one knee with the solemnity of a knight taking an oath.

"You must be Ms. Dorothy." He gently took the lady's hand and kissed the back of it lightly.

Ruth's gaze turned to the other, younger woman, "And you must be Sister Fili."

Fili's long eyelashes trembled like frightened butterfly wings, "Sister...sister?"

Although it was not the first time that Fili had met a Primarch other than Curze, it was the first time she was so surprised.

Ruth's voice was filled with confusion. "You and Coze have been together since childhood, and Wop often told me that he treats you like his own child. Doesn't Coze ever regard you as his elder sister?"

Fili raised her eyes and glanced at Koz, then quickly lowered her head like a frightened nightingale.

She wasn't afraid of Coze.

Coz suddenly appeared between the two of them like a pale shadow, blocking Rus's view. "Don't you have a sister of your own?"

Koz had a cold face, and all of his brothers had ulterior motives!

"How could there not be any?" Russ waved his hand towards the silver-gray wolf pack behind him, "Look, all my blood relatives are here!"

"Ouch!"

The wolves whimpered softly, and their big furry heads rubbed against each other.

"Wolf?"

Fili opened her eyes wide in surprise. Each of these giant wolves was over three and a half meters tall. Even without counting their fluffy hair, their shoulder height when standing was enough to look down on the fully armed Space Marines, and was even not much different from the Primarchs.

Russ's voice softened. "When my father found me in the snowfields of Fenris, I was curled up in their belly fur for warmth."

The she-wolf lowered her huge head, and her silver-gray fur brushed against Dorothy's face like a curtain of snow. Her hair seemed to carry the unique scent of Fenrir.

"This is my mother, Sylvia, and she's greeting you."

"Hello, Sylvia."

Dorothy slowly raised her hands, the she-wolf's warm breath brushed her wrists, and her fingertips gently sank into Sylvia's silver-gray fur.

Dorothy knew that Sylvia's claws could easily tear apart a fully armored Space Marine, but she was not afraid, because they shared the same bond, a kind of silent understanding flowing between them.

Ruth grinned. "Let's leave the two mothers alone and talk somewhere else?"

Curze nodded slightly, shadows flowing across his pale face.

He turned and led the way, his robe trailing silently through the long corridors of the palace.

Russ: "Before coming to Nostramo, I went to Colchis to see Lorgar."

"What did you talk about with him?" Coze was very interested.

"Some personal matters," Rust said frankly, "My home planet has nine permanent continents. Under each continent is buried an underground city from the Dark Age of Technology. However, they are all contaminated by Chaos and contain many mutants."

"I once explored Vanaheim with my father, but we turned back before reaching the end. Before resuming our exploration, I would like to ask the iron men around him. Lorgar would also be happy to let the Golden Words Messenger help me clean them up."

Kokoz suddenly asked, "Did he call Sylvia mother?"

"No, I asked Medea to help my mother and the wolf brothers design a set of STCs and produce power armor that they can use."

Coates: "If I remember correctly, she should be banned from military STC."

Russ smiled nonchalantly. "So I commissioned her to design civilian protective armor. Of course, I'll switch the materials to ceramite and adamantium during production. If there's design redundancy, I'll also add bolt bombs and power claws."

"Lorgar agreed?"

"Not only did he agree, he also invited me, hoping that my offspring could join the Ring of Ashes."

Koz: "You agreed?"

"Our brothers are very sincere. I really can't find any reason to refuse."

"So you'll join my fraternity too?"

A hint of wolfish cunning flashed in Ruth's eyes, "If you invite me."

Coz stopped in the corridor and stared at Ruth, "I formally invite you, brother."

Russ: "I agree. Will the Wolf Brother of the Space Wolves, Lord Midnight, join us?"

A smile appeared on Koz's pale face in the shadows: "You know I won't refuse."

"But you haven't told me yet, what is your purpose in forming the Wolf Brothers?"

Russ grinned, revealing his sharp canines. "Do what we do best, rip out the enemy's throat."

Rus would also participate in the Great Crusade, overthrow heresy, establish order, and enforce justice.

But he lacks the tenacity of his brother, and the Space Wolves have no need to form the Ash Ring or the Brotherhood.

The reason he formed the Wolf Brothers was that his brothers all formed warbands, and he couldn't be out of place, and Wop wouldn't want to see him stand out.

But the Wolf Brothers are not just a functional replica of the Space Wolves; they serve as a bond between the Space Wolves and other Legions.

Behind the two Primarchs, the Black Armored Guards and the Wolf Guards stood on their left and right, moving forward side by side like two unsheathed swords.

"Cousin, what do you think of Nostramo?" Sevatar's voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Qiaolin Bloodhowl's footsteps paused slightly, he turned his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Yago Sevatarion, call me Sevatar."

Jolin: "Jolin Bloodhowl, call me Jolin. Nostramo is indeed... well-ordered and prosperous, but I miss Fenris more."

Sevatar: "What kind of world is Fenris?"

Qiao Lin laughed softly. "It's a cruel world. During the Season of Fire, we have to survive on the sea and fight sea beasts. When the cold winter comes, we have to endure hunger. But it is also a beautiful world, the homeworld of the Space Wolves. I will invite you to Fenris for some mead if you have the chance."

"I'm waiting."

……

After listening to Koz's story, Wop's eyes flashed with relief, "Koz, which brother do you like better?"

Coze pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Compared to Lorgar, I admire Rus more."

Coze has never liked Lorgar, and although he doesn't like Russ either, he admires Russ's character.

He seems reckless, but he is actually very thoughtful.

Coz also liked his mother very much. She was a good mother like Dorothy.

Luo Jia is different from them, he has no mother.

Neither did Corax.

Corax remained silent, but a hint of cold suspicion flashed in his eyes.

"It's so harmonious, it seems like a lie!"

Is his brother really as friendly as he said? Do he and the other two brothers really get along so harmoniously?

Corax had his doubts, but he didn't show them to Wop.

He would ask, but not now.

"Corax," Worp said, turning suddenly. "Have you decided what chapter you want to form?"

Corax felt a little warm in his heart, as his father was worried that he was being neglected.

Although he didn't even have a legion yet, and it was too early to talk about establishing a war group, but since his father asked, he had to answer.

Corax: "Shadowwing Bond."

Curze gazed at his brother silently, repeating the name in a low voice, "Such an elegant title, such a melancholy meaning, just like you, Corax, and just like me."

His brother hid himself in the shadows, even the name of the Chapter was wrapped in poetry.

He does not flaunt strength, but praises the tacit understanding and sacrifice in the shadows.

Victory does not need to be signed, it only needs to be crowned with the glory of dawn.

Just as Koz expected.

Corax's gaze was as dark as the night. "We are not alike, brother."

"But we are very similar." Curze's whisper faded into the silence.

Corax's gaze passed over him and fell on the sleeping Wop. The tired body had fallen into sleep at some point, and his chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing.

Coz: "He went to find our next brother."

"Who?"

"One in fourteen chance, are you testing my luck or my patience?"

"So, was it luck or patience that allowed you to find me?"

Curze chuckled, "It's both. I can't control the tides of the warp."

As they exchanged sharp words, their eyes were always fixed on Wop like a chain.

Until a certain trance-like moment, the sleeping body suddenly dissipated like morning mist, leaving only a wisp of breath that had not yet dissipated.

Corax: "Did you see that?"

Coze shook his head slowly, "No trace to be found."

Without the stirring of the Warp tides or the ripples of reality's veil, he vanished before their eyes, a shadow that had never existed.

Even with the Primarch's keen concentration, it was difficult to find the slightest clue.

Curze rose slowly from the shadows, his robes falling like the night. "It is time, brother, to fulfill your destiny."

Corax stared at him. "Lend me your power."

"My brother, are you begging me?"

There was no emotion in Coz's voice, none of the expected foolishness or teasing.

Corax's eyes were calm. "My warriors are mere mortals, and you bring with you a legion. I will not sacrifice my men for the sake of absurd pride."

The corners of Curze's mouth slowly lifted. "I like your honesty and nobility, brother. But I won't help you conquer your home planet, and you don't have to ask me to."

"I'm bringing not one fleet, but two. The 85th Expeditionary Fleet, commanded by the 8th Legion, and the 27th Expeditionary Fleet, commanded by the 19th Legion."

Corax's voice was low, "Did you know it was me who would return?"

Koz slowly spread out his pale palms. "If I say this is just a coincidence, would you believe it?"

"Soon after I returned, my father suddenly ordered me to command another legion. Of all my brothers, your legion was the most compatible with mine, so he gave me the 19th Legion."

"I understand that you hate those Terran descendants, but I don't want you to abandon them, so I spent some time reshaping them to make them meet your expectations. Don't get me wrong, this is not for you, but for Worp. He has never abandoned us, and he will not want us to abandon our descendants. You don't want to disappoint him, do you?"

A cold light flashed in Corax's eyes. "I have never hated my descendants. The future you predicted will not happen, just as you have not degenerated into a monster cloaked in human skin in the shadows, right?"

"It seems that father told you a lot of interesting things about me."

"Didn't Father tell you many stories about me?"

"I don't deny it, but don't you suspect that this was something I planned for a long time?"

Corax: "You cannot control the tides of the Warp, or you would have spent more than five short years with your father. Regardless, I accept this gesture. Thank you, brother."

"You spend less time with your father."

"He will eventually leave, and we will meet again someday. I'm not in a rush. Besides, my last brother was even younger than me."