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

The light trembled violently, but he did not speak.

Everything has a price.

Although he was just born, he understood this principle.

His intuition also told him that he had no mother and did not need one.

That supreme whisper suddenly took on a sly undertone, and a soft laugh seemed to echo from the depths of the soul: "I'm kidding. Even if you don't want it, Mom will force it on you."

A certain alien power was forcibly infused into his body. It was by no means an innate essence, but rather two gifts from the Supreme Being.

He could clearly sense that the two forces were taking root in his blood, but they did not grant him power. They simply wanted to taint his essence with their colors.

One of the forces fell dormant after taking root, while the other force was frantically tearing at the two original bloodlines in his body.

One of them was defeated step by step under the fierce attack and was finally completely expelled;

But the other one is like an ancient tree with roots that have been rooted for thousands of years, and it remains unmoved no matter how fierce the storm is.

In the end, His will receded like the tide, as if acquiescing to its existence.

For the three of them, living a good life is more important than anything else.

So he began to reinvent himself.

The light twisted, collapsed, and reorganized, eventually turning into the shape of a baby.

Almost identical, but his eyes were a strange purple.

He flew rapidly towards the silver-white incubator, and the great being pushed him with an invisible hand, wanting to send him in.

However, just as he was about to touch the cabin, violent subspace turbulence suddenly swept over!

The incubator was instantly swept away by the storm and disappeared into the surging void rift, and he himself was swallowed by another suddenly opened rift.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, he heard a twisted and sinister laugh coming from the depths of the sea of ​​his soul.

The great being was furious, but was ultimately one step too late.

He could only hastily gather supreme strength and strike him the moment the rift closed, causing memories to slip through his fingers like grains of sand.

……

The baby opened his eyes, and saw the outline of a man.

The man carefully lifted him up, and the warmth of his broad palm gave him a reassuring feeling.

The moment he was held in his arms, a sense of blood connection made the baby instinctively curl up in his arms.

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

The baby hummed vaguely and burrowed deeper into his arms.

His memory was like the torn pages of a book, incomplete.

But he vaguely remembered that he was the child of three people, perhaps some of them were not human.

But the man holding him at this moment must be one of them.

"Where is your incubator?" the man murmured.

A silver-white nursery emerged in the baby's memory. He vaguely remembered lying in it, but the feeling was so strange. It seemed that it was not him, but just happened to look like him.

The baby doesn't like him very much. Why do you look like me?

but……

Sleepiness came over him like a tide, and he instinctively curled up his body.

Forget it, now that things have come to this, let’s go to bed first.

……

He was in the wreckage of the fall, and he felt its pain.

He couldn't call for help, nor did he want to.

Although there were dangers all around him, he was not afraid, he was full of curiosity.

He wondered about his wings, why he had them, how he could use them.

Because he could realize that his wings were unnatural.

He is not curious about his arms or his legs because they are born as part of his body.

He stared at the pair of white wings behind him. They were so perfect, but they were not limbs he was born with, but foreign organs forcibly implanted by some existence.

Since they did not belong to him, they would be taken away from him one day.

Since it will be taken away, it is better for him to do it himself.

The tender fingers grasped the wing bone, and a tearing pain came from the back.

Then he gave up and loosened his grip on the wing.

He was not afraid of pain, but he saw a man.

A man standing on a distant mountain top. The mountain is very far away from him, but he can see it.

The man was holding a child in his arms, a child who looked exactly like him and also had white wings.

The man seemed to be looking at him as well, and then, driven by instinct, he gently hugged him.

He didn't know the man, but he could feel the unreserved tenderness and love.

He instinctively stretched out his arms, but when the hot wind blew through his fingers, there was no one in front of him.

He withdrew his arm in confusion and stared blankly at the horizon.

There are no men on the top of the mountain anymore; the men have jumped off the cliff.

A kind of enlightenment that transcends age suddenly came over me.

It turned out to be the case.

He had to wait.

He sat there quietly, his white wings folded meekly.

When the man finally came to him, he picked him up as he had expected.

He curled up in the man's arms and kicked the wings of the baby opposite him hard.

In fact, he wanted to kick the baby's face more, because that face was what he hated the most.

He really doesn't like this baby. Why do you look like me?

But his legs were too short to reach it.

……

The flickering light returned to its original appearance.

The baby with purple eyes and the baby with golden eyes looked at each other quietly, their two pairs of pupils reflecting each other's almost mirrored faces.

They looked at each other, and then simultaneously flapped their wings to break free from Wop's arms and kicked out their tender feet.

Wop's big hands grabbed their necks precisely and pulled the twins apart.

The babies who were suspended in the air were still staring at each other unwillingly, their short legs kicking each other in the air at such a fast speed that afterimages were intertwined in the air.

Although they look small, soft and milky, it is as easy for them to kick an adult to death as it is for them to kick a dog on the roadside.

"Don't make trouble, you are brothers."

Wop gathered the two babies back into his arms. The golden-eyed baby put his cheek against Wop's heart, and the purple-eyed baby on the right also tightly grasped his clothes. They were so well-behaved now, completely different from how noisy they were just now, like young animals that would only restrain their edge in their parents' arms.

"So, you are Fulgrim." Wop stared at the purple-eyed baby on the right, his voice filled with realization.

The purple-eyed baby blinked obediently, as if confirming the name.

Wop had always thought that shared memories were a power unique to Angron, but it turns out Fulgrim also has it.

Wop recalled carefully that in the official history, when Fulgrim landed on Chemos, he also used this ability to read his adoptive father's mind and then transformed into a human form.

It is the same now, except that the object of imitation has become Sanguinius.

However, there are subtle differences between Fulgrim and Angron's abilities.

Angron achieved memory sharing by sharing emotions, while Fulgrim achieved memory sharing by directly connecting their minds.

If combined with Fulgrim's image positioning, this is actually very reasonable.

Horus was positioned as the eldest son, and he had a good relationship with his other brothers because of his status as the first son and his superb political skills.

Fulgrim is positioned as a confidant elder sister, Ferrus is his best friend, and even Curze, who was driven crazy by the prophecy, only trusts Fulgrim.

Sanguinius is the perfect big sister. He is so perfect that all his brothers envy and are jealous of him.

And now there are two Sanguinius.

Chapter 146 Are You a Human? (5K)

Desia.

The former city of sin has now transformed into a dazzling city of glory.

With near-miraculous efficiency, the Adeptus Mechanicus erected an orbital elevator here that traverses the heavens, while four other equally magnificent structures are climbing towards the sky day and night.

The city's area expanded more than tenfold, and the ceramic steel frame grew upward at a rate of ten meters per day, gradually revealing the prototype of a nest city.

Countless giant construction machines are moving through the steel forest, and the deafening noise never stops.

In synchronous orbit, hundreds of transport ships arrive in Nuceria every day, unloading tons of building materials at the spaceport to feed the young city.

Almost all the palaces of high-ranking knights have collapsed in the revolutionary wave that swept the world. The wealth they accumulated for thousands of years melted like spring snow and returned to the hands of the people.

The only exception is the Octavia family. Even though the Mechanicus was in full swing in building the hive city, the Octavia family's palace remained intact.

Six World Eaters escorted their young Primarch across the gilded tiles of the palace corridor, with six handmaidens in black and white maid outfits holding candlesticks leading the way.

When the gilded throne room door slowly opened, Angron alone stepped forward.

The World Eaters all stopped in unison and stood on either side with the maids, forming a solemn procession at the doorway.

Claudia lazily leaned against the gilded armrest on the gilded throne, speaking softly, "Xiao An, you're here."

Angron: "Sister Claudia, the Mechanicus proposes to use hundreds of giant machines to completely excavate this palace from its foundations and raise it high into the sky along with the hive's iron structure."

Claudia puffed up her cheeks slightly, and said with a hint of anger, "Xiao An, I thought you came to greet me!"

Angron bowed his head helplessly. "Good morning, Sister Claudia."

Claudia raised her lips slightly. "Since you've asked how are you, there's no need to go to great lengths. Just tear it down."

Angron looked up in confusion. "What are you tearing down?"

"This palace." Claudia tapped the throne's armrests with her fingertips. "Let's tear it down. You didn't like the Mechanicus's plan anyway, did you?"

Angron stood there in a daze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Claudia's heterochromatic eyes gleamed with a cunning light, "Are you surprised?"

Angron's voice was soft. "After all, this place holds all the memories of you and your father."

"It's okay." Claudia tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her lips. "My dear and I will create many more memories."

"Xiao An." Claudia's slender fingers gently curled the silver hair hanging down her temples. "Do you like a younger brother or an older brother?"

Claudia always managed to catch Angron off guard in the most unexpected ways, just like at this moment, when Claudia's tricky questions caused a look of confusion to appear on the young Primarch's face.

"Shouldn't it be a brother and sister?"

How can an older brother be born after a younger brother?

"So do you like your brother or your sister?"

Angron thought seriously, "Sister, I have enough brothers already."

Claudia's tone was a little teasing. "Xiao An, do you want me and my dear to give birth to a little sister for you? Sure, when my dear comes back, I'll..."

"Sister Claudia." Angron, fearing she might say something shocking, quickly stepped forward to interrupt. "My brother is here. Do you want to see him?"

"Is it Xiao Ke?"

"It's Lorgar and Russ."