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

The court nobles had already prepared thousands of words of flattering praise, but at this moment the emperor could not squeeze out a single word. Fear flooded his mind like a tide, and only a fragmented plea remained in his throat:

"I... No, I, I surrender!"

The emperor, with trembling hands, carefully presented the crown, a symbol of royal authority.

Chagatai Khan slowly bent down, took the crown inlaid with a huge gem, and raised it above his head under the gaze of everyone.

"From now on, there will be no more Palatine Empire." His voice rolled like thunder over the silent palace. "This land will return to its ancient true name, Chogoris!"

The grassland cavalry erupted in thunderous cheers, their sharp scimitars raised high like a forest, and their earth-shaking shouts tore through the sky: "Heavenly Khan! Heavenly Khan!"

All the Palatine nobles knelt on the ground, no one dared to look up, no one dared to speak.

In the dead silence, they could only hear their own violent heartbeats, waiting for the conqueror's judgment in the deathly silence.

Chagatai Khan leaned forward slightly, gazing at the mortal who had always been by his side. A rare tenderness flashed in his eyes. "Teacher, I have unified Chogoris."

A gratified smile appeared on Wop's lips. "I'm just as proud of you and your brother as I am of them."

Chagatai Khan: "Did they ever share your glory?"

Without waiting for Wop's answer, Chagatai Khan slowly knelt on one knee and gently placed the crown, which symbolized supreme power, on Wop with a solemn and pious gesture.

He half-knelt, held Wop's hand and raised it high, his voice low but as deafening as thunder.

"I won't keep this honor to myself!"

……

"I've traveled through time again."

Wop lay on his back in the scorching desert. The unfamiliar sky was a strange red, and the poisonous sun burned his exposed skin like needles.

The parent planets of the Protozoa all have distinctive and unique landforms, and the combination of desert and red sun makes the answer obvious - Baal!

"The Ninth Primarch is the Primarch of the Ninth Legion. Xiao Mo's prediction has really come true. Numerology is truly unfathomable."

Wop trekked alone in the desert, heading aimlessly towards the sun.

There was no special meaning to this choice, it was simply because he woke up facing the sun.

This is not the first time he has looked for the original body, so he has sufficient experience in this regard.

Wop still clearly remembered the scene before the time travel. As soon as Chagatai Khan and he entered the palace, he couldn't wait to press him on the golden throne.

But as soon as Wop sat on the throne, he began to feel sleepy, his eyelids drooped heavily, and when he woke up, what came into his eyes was Baal's distinctive red sun.

Wop trekked nine kilometers under the scorching sun and climbed over a severely weathered sandstone hill.

When he reached the top of the hill, he suddenly stopped - one kilometer away, a delicate baby was sitting quietly among the hot sand, looking at the desolate world curiously with clear eyes, without crying or making any noise, which seemed out of place in the world of death he was in.

The baby raised his little face, and his clear eyes followed Wop's figure closely.

His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and behind him were a pair of slender wings, as pure as the first snow.

He is perfect, enviably perfect.

All the features were exactly as he remembered them.

Wop carefully lifted the baby, feeling an incredible softness in his palm. The wings fluttered gently in his arms like the down of a fledgling.

Wop murmured, "Where's your nursery?"

The baby just blinked slightly, and an elusive light flashed in those clear eyes.

Wop shook his head in self-mockery. He certainly couldn't expect the baby to answer him, even if the baby was the Primarch.

The baby didn't answer. He just curled up his milk-scented body slightly, and unconsciously grasped Wop's collar with his fingers, pressing against his chest.

Wop lowered his arms, and the pair of snow-white wings folded up obediently.

"How can you sleep at your age?" Wop pinched the baby's tender cheek. "You are already a baby. Now is the time to work hard. You have to curl up!"

The baby frowned slightly, his little face wrinkled under Wop's fingertips, but he still kept his eyes closed stubbornly, and even made a soft humming sound in protest.

After the birth of the original body, the incubator has completed its historical mission.

However, as the only proof of the original body's identity, this empty cabin has always been a source of worry for Wop.

There was no crashed aircraft, no wreckage, not even footprints in the desert.

So, how did he end up in this isolated and desolate place?

Wop had a nagging doubt in his mind.

He did not leave the barren desert immediately, but trekked towards the towering hills in the distance under the scorching sun. Perhaps the wider view from the higher ground would reveal to him the secrets hidden in this desert.

The baby's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, quietly opening a gap.

Wop's appearance was reflected in those clear pupils, but they closed again in an instant, as if they had never woken up.

The baby unconsciously arched his back into his arms, adjusting to a more reassuring sleeping position surrounded by his body warmth and heartbeat.

Wop's embrace was as warm as spring, but not at all hot.

The psychic barrier flowed silently, forming a transparent ripple around the two of them, filtering the scorching air into a cool and pleasant feeling, and even the scorching sunlight was refracted into a soft, light golden halo.

This barrier is like a walking air conditioner, even causing a few tiny drops of dew to condense on the edges of the baby's wings.

Wop is still trudging on.

Although all evidence points to this being Baal and the baby in arms being the Primarch, Wop must find the incubator to confirm his suspicions.

Wop clutched the baby in his arms and climbed the jagged ridge, the scorching wind whipping gravel into his face.

As his eyes swept across the sun-baked wasteland, at the end of the horizon as far as the eye could see, the smoking crater was hidden in the twisted heat waves.

In the heat, it seemed as if someone was watching him.

"How did you get here from so far? Can you fly?"

Wop pinched the baby's soft cheeks with his fingertips. The baby whimpered in protest, and its white wings spread out with a "swish".

Looking at the baby's outstretched snow-white wings in his arms, Wop couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I was wrong about you. You really can fly."

Wop's fingertips gently stroked the pair of folded soft wings, and the baby unconsciously snuggled into his arms in his sleep.

Wop leaped down the steep cliff holding the baby in his arms. Psychic light blossomed on the soles of his shoes, condensing into fleeting frost on the scorching sand.

Psychic power, isn’t it amazing?

Even if the Primarch could fly, this could not reasonably explain why he appeared dozens of kilometers away from the crash site of the incubator.

Even if we assume that the incubator disintegrated during the fall, causing the original body to be ejected dozens of kilometers away, there is no trace of impact on the ground.

This is really strange. What secrets are there in the nursery?

Wop had no habit of asking too many questions, and his only goal was to find the original body, but this time was an exception.

Years of experience gave me a sharp warning in my mind that this was by no means an accident, but more like a carefully planned conspiracy!

Every illogical detail and coincidence could be evidence of the silent grin of the Chaos Gods, who were watching him coldly as he stepped into an invisible trap.

The more this happens, the more obsessed Wop becomes with finding the incubator, even though it might be the final link in a carefully woven conspiracy.

"Damn the gods!"

Wop always spurned the gods, who only corrupted mortals with sweet lies and twisted gifts.

Sanguinius was the most perfect Primarch, and the most favored and popular.

The other Primarchs are all SR and SSR, but only Sanguinius is SSSR.

The Emperor likes him, the Four Gods like him, and they all want Sanguinius.

It's not surprising that the Four Gods would do anything to get Sanguinius.

With the abilities of the Four Gods, separating the Primarch and the incubator is just a piece of cake. What Wop is curious about is why the Four Gods did this.

What secrets does a nursery hold that is worth the Four Gods' efforts?

If it was really done by the Four Gods, the possibility of their joint conspiracy is very low.

The drawn cards are unique, whoever draws them owns them, and they will not be shared with each other.

If it is one of the Four Gods, who is it specifically?

Khorne is a card draw and kryptonian guy, and the possibility of Him being the first is ranked first.

Tzeentch is the god of conspiracy and trickery, so the possibility is not low.

Nurgle is focused on Mor, and Slaanesh is too young to be picky.

There is another possibility, that is, Khorne and Tzeentch secretly joined forces - Khorne coveted the angels, and Tzeentch interfered and tripped Khorne out of malicious intentions.

This is true of all Chaos Gods.

The emotions of mortal beings nurtured and shaped them. They fed on the emotions of mortals, but were also controlled by emotions. This vicious cycle caused the Chaos Realm to become increasingly hopeless.

But no matter what treacherous schemes the Chaos Gods had woven, since Wop had arrived, he had to play chess in his mortal form.

No matter what the outcome, at least he never cowered in fear, never knelt in despair, and would not be tortured for the rest of his life by the regret of "what could have been".

And if he died...

Wop slowly withdrew his thoughts. If he really died in Baal, those Primarchs he had raised with his own hands would probably really burn the galaxy.

If his journey ended here, Sanguinius would be the last Primarch he taught.

Without him, two more Primarchs would be removed.

Up to Sanguinius, there were exactly half of the Primarchs.

So, is his teaching of the Primarch also part of the gods' conspiracy?

If so, what will happen next, the Horus Heresy or the Curze Heresy?

If the Primarchs raised by Warp join forces in rebellion, the Loyalists will face an unprecedented threat.

The kill-on-first-sight combination of Curze and Corax is deadly. Curze can accurately predict every move of his target, and Corax's stealth assassination skills are superb. Any Primarch they target will be doomed.

But Wop would rather believe that the Primarchs he raised with his own hands always had loyalty and humanity flowing in their bones.

If Wop really died in Baal, perhaps they would become violent and paranoid because of his death, and even appear cold-blooded and ruthless at certain moments, but they would never point their troops at the human empire.

However, as the flames of vengeance rage across the galaxy, those Primarchs who have not yet returned will be forced to face the Judgment of their Brothers.

Excessive vigilance and suspicion would push them into the arms of Chaos, just like a replay of the Horus Heresy, only this time, the fuse that ignited the rebellion would be their grief over Wop's death.

Wop frowned in confusion. "But I haven't taught Horus yet."

Sanguinius was the ninth Primarch to return, but the eighth one he had picked up.

Because Horus is at the bottom, the order of the Primarchs' return will be postponed by one.

Horus was the Son of the First, but Wop had not yet taught Horus, and the Emperor had told Wop himself that it was He who taught Horus.

What solution?

Wop muttered to himself, "Perhaps Horus is an insurance policy?"

He will teach Horus, but He has not yet taught Horus, so He will teach Horus in the future past.

This is a time loop, a classic grandfather paradox.

Unless the four gods forcibly break the time loop, theoretically Wop will not die before teaching Horus, because he will definitely teach Horus.

If Horus was the last Primarch to encounter the Warp, then all the other Primarchs must have encountered the Warp before him.

After all, as the last one, the place in front of him is naturally filled with his brothers.

If this were true, then Horus's stay on Terra would seem to be a natural consequence.

Horus was protecting him.

If the four gods want to break the time loop, Wop and Horus are the key.

He was already traveling across the galaxy, and Horus could only guarantee his safety by staying on Terra.

Even if the Emperor is not on Terra, there are strategies within the Imperial Palace to check and balance the Four Gods, and Malcador will take action.

Horus was the First Son, but while other Primarchs had led their legions across the stars and expanded the empire's territory, he could only hide alone in the shadows of the Imperial Palace, forbidden to meet any of his brothers.

Because he must be the son of the last return.

Wop's thoughts suddenly fell silent.

If his suspicions were true, the burden Horus bore was far beyond mortal imagination.