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

……

"You really don't care?"

The Emperor's confidant, who wished to remain anonymous, tapped his staff lightly, and a clear echo echoed across the ground.

"How can I manage it?" The young man lowered his eyes. "If I go there myself, should I kill her or let her die?"

"It's really tricky!" The well-informed person sighed.

They might not be able to take her life, even if it was just an incarnation.

She is not alone. Even though the shackles of the real universe make it difficult for her to move forward, she has no shortage of self-protection cards.

Although the Ancient Elf Empire has fallen, it only takes her a thought to restore the glory of Aida.

Even if they could take her life, would they really dare?

How would Angron view them for killing the "mother" of a Primarch for no reason? How would the other Primarchs view them?

They can indeed explain it, but they have no evidence at all!

Since she dared to come, she must have dealt with everything thoroughly, and there was no way they could catch her.

If she were assassinated by them, she could instead perform a sad drama and earn a lot of tears.

The reason they were able to learn the truth by chance was all thanks to the "kind" reminder from an anonymous but not completely anonymous netizen.

The anonymous netizen claimed that what he hated most in his life was liars like her who were full of lies.

But there is poison wrapped in that kindness.

If you really believe it, wouldn't that be playing into the other party's hands?

Moreover, even if she died, it would just be a new body.

The anonymous netizen will definitely give another "kind" reminder, but will they continue to hunt her down?

Crazy!

Wop had gone to great lengths to rebuild the bond of trust between them and the Primarch. If they severed it with their own hands, I'm afraid Wop would have become discouraged and given up.

The Primarch would also break with them, and the Great Crusade would collapse midway.

So they cannot kill, and dare not kill.

They knew very well that this was poison wrapped in honey.

But if you expose it, you will appear incompetent.

So they closed their eyes in tacit understanding:

If you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist;

If you don't go to Nukeriya, you won't know.

As for that anonymous netizen?

Absurd! How can we take anonymous information seriously?

Let that damn anonymous netizen eat shit!

Chapter 147 Long Live! (5K)

"How should I teach you?"

Wop carefully placed the sleeping twins on their beds and tucked them in.

He originally thought that Curze would be the most difficult Primarch to teach, but this was actually a prejudice caused by preconceived notions.

In fact, Cozee is surprisingly easy to teach, he just lacks the right guidance.

The same is true for the other Primarchs. The Emperor has already laid the foundation, and as long as they are guided and nurtured in the right way, they will all become good people.

But at this moment, looking at the twin angels in front of him, Wop felt truly helpless.

Because Sanguinius and Fulgrim are so perfect, it is almost impossible for Wope to start!

No matter which world line they are in, they are the perfect example of the Primarch, reaching the pinnacle in all aspects.

In terms of artistic attainments, no one in the legion can match him.

In terms of personal bravery, they are also among the best.

But they are not perfect either.

Their legions all have fatal genetic defects, the Third Legion has the Blight, and the Ninth Legion has the Bloodthirst.

The Blight outbreak was caused by poisoning by the Lunar Gene Cult, while the Bloodthirst was a genetic defect inherent to the 9th Legion.

Although these two genetic defects are not unsolvable, they are like shackles that trap them for their entire lives.

A true perfectionist, Fulgrim demanded perfection in everything, so he allowed Fabius Bile to conduct experiments to optimize the gene-seed of the III Legion.

This perfectionist tendency was the direct cause of the corruption of Fulgrim and the Third Legion, with the Blade of Laar being merely a trigger.

Anything taken to the extreme will deteriorate. The more Fulgrim pursues perfection, the more hungry he becomes for it.

His excessive pursuit of perfection will eventually lead him into the arms of Slaanesh, because Slaanesh is the god of perfection in the Warp.

Sanguinius was truly perfect, achieving perfection in every way, transforming a group of ghouls into noble angels.

But the genetic defects of the Ninth Legion still exist.

The bloodthirst always plagued the 9th Legion, causing Sanguinius to be extremely afraid that the Emperor would purge the 9th Legion as he had purged his brothers, and he was in a state of panic all day long.

During the Horus Heresy, Kyris the Unworthy offered Sanguinius a tempting, dirty deal:

As long as Sanguinius would submit to the powers of the Warp, it would ensure that the IX Legion would never suffer the genetic curse of bloodthirst.

Sanguinius considered the Archdaemon's offer, and the renowned Primarch concluded that the sacrifice was worth it to save his brood.

At that time, Sanguinius was only one step away from corruption. It was the self-sacrifice of the Apothecary Herlous that made Sanguinius wake up.

But this also exposed Sanguinius's greatest flaw - he once knelt before his offspring and had an almost paranoid devotion to him.

So he would kneel for his offspring, just like Mortarion.

Fulgrim and Sanguinius are undoubtedly paragons of perfection, but their flaws are as stark as their perfections.

If Wop wants to teach them, he must begin to address their shortcomings.

But how to make up for it?

Let Fulgrim give up his pursuit of perfection, or let Sanguinius give up his heir?

This is too extreme; there must be a compromise.

Let Fulgrim strive for perfection, but he must accept his own imperfections.

Sanguinius can make sacrifices for his offspring, but such sacrifices must be modest.

Compromise, also known as moderation.

However, Woppe's plan seemed good, but it was unrealistic to execute.

“Perfection is not a state of being, but a goal we pursue. The process of pursuing perfection, not the goal, is the most meaningful part.”

Fulgrim said this.

Fulgrim is clearly aware that absolute perfection is unattainable, and can rationally accept his own imperfections, but in practice he cannot escape his morbid pursuit of perfection.

So even if Wop made him accept imperfection, it would not help.

Sanguinius's perfection is enviable, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

Chagatai Khan was absolutely right.

Sanguinius's devotion to his children is like the Emperor's devotion to humanity, willing to sacrifice themselves if it means achieving their goals.

And the most terrifying thing is that they can really see hope of achieving their goals.

Wop stared at the sleeping twins, a rare look of sadness appearing between his brows.

He could see their fatal flaws, but it was these innate qualities that made them perfect, as inseparable as the front and back of a coin.

"Let's take one step at a time."

Wop sighed and gently lay down between the twins.

That's it for now, go to bed first.

The twins seemed to have telepathy in their sleep. The moment Wop lay down, they came up to him at the same time, gently covering his arms with their wings, and sandwiching Wop in the middle like a mirror image.

……

"My father was surrounded by people."

Coze leaned against the porthole, staring at the dark space outside.

Sevatar lowered his eyes and stared at the floor. He had long been accustomed to the Primarch's sudden mumbling.

But Wop would not be trapped by lust, and Curze would not make a fuss because Wop found two more mothers for him, so the ones he hugged on both sides should be the two primarchs.

If it weren't for the Primarch, Curze wouldn't have compared them.

An adult Primarch would not be so childish. Those two Primarchs must still be infants. Only infants can enjoy Wop's arms with peace of mind.

I just don't know which two Primarchs they are.

Since meeting Corax, Curze has become increasingly strange and increasingly normal.

He did not actively ask for help from the Fourteenth or Fifth Legion as he did when he was training the Nineteenth Legion, but the frequency of his mumbling increased day by day, and jealousy was almost written on his face.

He was just muttering "Horus, I recognize you", but now he starts to care about Wop being surrounded by girls.

God knows what he saw?

Sevatar knew that his genetic father's neurotic nature would be disturbing, so he always buried this heavy secret deep in his heart, and never revealed it even to his closest battle-brothers in the Night Lords.

If the Primarch's true appearance were to be witnessed, the reputation of the Night Lords would be ruined!

As the captain of the 8th Legion and the Primarch's attendant, Sevatar had to carry the burden alone.

"Sevatar."

Sevatar raised his head cautiously, while Curze was still staring into the boundless void.

"I am here, my Lord."

"Has the negotiation failed?"

Koz's voice was low and erratic. Although he was asking a question, it seemed as if he had already foreseen the answer.

He stared at the gray planet in the void, a lost colony of humanity, a hive world whose population had been decimated by the Age of Strife but still numbered hundreds of billions.

"No news has been sent back yet, but it has indeed taken too long."

Sevatar's response was cautious. As usual, the Imperial Ministry of the Interior dispatched a diplomatic mission to negotiate with the planet's rulers, hoping to peacefully reclaim the world. However, ten hours had passed since their landing, and the mission hadn't returned any news.

And this is also a signal.

According to past experience, when Koz takes the initiative to go to a human world, it means that there is almost no possibility of a peaceful return to this world, and war is the only solution.

Although Koz had foreseen the future, the diplomatic corps still wanted to give it a try, and Koz respected their choice.

The Imperium of Man has recaptured tens of thousands of colonies during the Great Crusade, with more than half of these worlds returning peacefully.

This was certainly due to the diplomatic corps' eloquent negotiation skills, but more importantly, it was thanks to the silent deterrence of the Imperial Fleet and the Space Marine Legion.

Without the backing of military force, the diplomatic rhetoric of the imperial delegation is nothing but castles in the air.

When diplomacy fails.

The Empire will teach those self-important fools a lesson with an iron fist.

"Negotiations have broken down, prepare for the attack." Coz's voice was as light as if he was discussing the dinner menu.

Sevatar lowered his head slightly, "You can give orders at any time."

The Eighth Legion never fights an unprepared battle.

When the diplomatic mission arrived at the planet's surface, Sevatar had already teamed up with the Night Lords' commander to break the world into countless tactical grids and formulate strict tactics accordingly.

The fleet's artillery arrays have already locked onto the defenses of each hive city, and thousands of Space Marines are on high alert in their Dreadclaws and Stormbirds.

At Curze's command, the Night Lords would unleash their might and end the war within twenty-four standard Terran hours.