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

"Go ahead and bring back the bodies of the envoys. Bury them with honor in my name."

Koz's pale fingers lightly stroked the void, signing the verdict on the fate of this world.

The empire's diplomatic envoys were often regrettably naive.

Even though Curze had warned them, these idealists still stubbornly wanted to try diplomacy with the enemy.

They firmly believed in the justice of the Great Crusade, and with a zeal that was almost like martyrdom for the Emperor and a lofty belief in the truth of the Empire, they resolutely set foot on alien territory.

The conditions offered by the empire were also very generous. The rulers only had to pay a tithe regularly to maintain the great cause of human unification. Not only could they continue to maintain their rule, but they could also join the empire's trade system and obtain the empire's military protection.

But even so, there are still worlds that will be defeated by the foolish actions of their rulers.

……

Angron asked intently, "Sister Medea, why is the hive construction plan provided by the Mechanicus lacking an automatic recycling purification system?"

Medea: "Although Mars possessed the complete STCs for the hive city, they over-focused on efficiency in construction and production, neglecting the overall balance between the hive city and the ecosystem. During the Age of Strife, the Adeptus Mechanicus made bold modifications to the original STCs, deleting many design modules they deemed redundant."

"From a technical efficiency perspective, this design can indeed increase the overall production efficiency of the hive city by approximately 30%. However, the cost is severe environmental pollution, and the ecological sustainability index is significantly lower than the original STC design."

"The original STCs owned by the Adeptus Mechanicus were lost during the technological iteration process, but the possibility of human deletion cannot be ruled out."

"However, the Mechanicus's removal of redundant modules wasn't solely to improve efficiency, but also to eliminate the role of artificial intelligence in the hive management system."

"But they couldn't tell which ones were specifically related to AI, so they deleted all the modules that might be related to AI and refilled them with modules of their own design."

"However, the strict adherence to AI has led to a chaotic management system, wasted resources, and a chain reaction of environmental degradation, which has significantly reduced actual production efficiency compared to the original STC design."

Medea explained in great detail, fearing that Angron might not understand.

She also glanced at Luo Jia subtly, with obvious disgust in her eyes.

Look at your brother, then look at you!

Claudia called her sister and Angron called her sister, how affectionate they were!

Unlike Luo Jia, who always had a sullen face towards her and was on guard against her like a thief.

Although she is an iron man, iron men can also be patriotic!

When Wop returns, she will definitely complain to him severely!

Angron asked worriedly, "Sister Medea, is it too late to change now?"

The Adeptus Mechanicus only cares about production efficiency, but Angron cares about the ecological environment of Nuceria.

What if Nukeria becomes polluted and dark like other industrial worlds, and my father doesn’t like it anymore?

The other brothers are working hard to improve the ecological environment of their home planet. He can't just go backwards, right?

Medea: "This is not difficult. We just need to add and integrate the redundant modules deleted by the Adeptus Mechanicus according to the original STC specifications."

"Regarding the AI ​​modules, I have downgraded all thought matrices to intelligent control cores that meet the Mechanicus Scarlet Protocol standards and marked them as independent partitions within the system architecture."

"Although I don't recommend it, if you still insist on removing these modules, you can use servitors that have undergone neural degeneration as an alternative."

Although the Mechanicus is strictly guarding against artificial intelligence, it does not prohibit "relatively low-level, within the definition and limits, and with legitimate purposes" synthetic life and intelligence. The main representative in this regard is the Intelligent Control Corps, which uses the intelligent control cortex as its intelligent control core.

The so-called intelligent control cortex is a synthetic "brain-like" constructed on the basis of very complex bio-organic plastic materials.

The difference between the Cybernetic Corps and the Iron Man is that the Iron Man's thought matrix is ​​a blasphemous silicon spirit, while the Cybernetic Corps' brain-like structure is a sacred artificial wetware.

But even within the framework of the standardized cybernetic protocols of the Cybernetic Legion, abnormal individuals known as "Pride of Iron" are occasionally born.

According to Medea's research, these units are almost identical in cognitive architecture to the Iron Men of the Dark Age of Technology, with performance differences only occurring because their weapon systems are limited by the current technological level.

It is even possible that there are iron men who survived the dark technological age mixed in.

If we analyze it purely from a technical perspective, the codes and protocols used by the Mechanicus to build the intelligent control core still use the Mind Matrix protocol of the Dark Technology Age, and only the hardware carrier has been replaced from the Mind Matrix to artificial wetware.

From a realistic logic perspective, Medea fully understands humanity's PTSD towards the Iron Man's rebellion, and she also has PTSD towards the Chaos Gods.

Downgrading the AI ​​control protocol to a weak intelligence level is a very reasonable risk management measure.

But researching artificial wetware is completely unnecessary, increasing costs while reducing efficiency.

Luo Jia's eyes suddenly focused, "I don't think I ever authorized you to research projects related to the intelligent control core, right?"

Medea raised her chin. "This is civilian technology."

She didn't lie, nor did she bother to lie.

The threshold between civilian technology and military technology has been changing. In the feudal era, armor and swords were military technologies, but in the M3 era, they became craft collections. In some countries, even firearms are civilian products.

In the dark technology age, AI using weak artificial intelligence protocols is a common civilian technology, not even reaching the threshold of military technology, and sex robots are a commonplace custom in life.

The Cybernetic Core is not a technology unique to the Adeptus Mechanicus. Its prototype can be traced back to the Golden Age of Humanity. It once had a familiar name:

Stone man.

The basic technical architecture of the two is similar, but the intelligent control core has strict restrictions on the intelligent control protocol.

The stone man is a simulated human body, and the iron man is a body of steel. The Intelligent Control Legion is equivalent to organically combining the stone man and the iron man while castrating them.

This is precisely the typical characteristic of the Mechanicus' technological system, which is that it has both advanced and backward attributes.

"what!"

"boom!"

Luo Jia was about to ask when a scream and a crash suddenly came from the inner room.

Russ almost immediately abandoned his brothers and rushed towards the door.

But when he used brute force to break open the door, he saw a silver-haired girl in a purple dress sitting on the floor. The pair of furry wolf ears on her head were shaking uneasily, and the silver tail faintly visible under her skirt swept tiny traces on the ground.

Claudia stood aside, looking at her helplessly.

Ruth's eyes searched the room, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice: "Where's my mother?"

"Ruth." The silver-haired girl raised her face and opened her arms towards Ruth, her emerald eyes filled with mist. "It's so hard to walk. It hurts so much."

Her pitiful appearance should have softened one's heart, but Russ remembered that Claudia had suddenly pulled his mother aside for a private chat for some reason, but now his mother was missing, leaving only a strange silver-haired girl.

And she still had the scent of Sylvia on her body, and this realization caused the Primarch's brain to go into a brief blank.

The smell told him that this was his mother, but his mother was not human!

How could he be so big as a wolf mother?

Lorgar and Angron also fell into a daze at the same time. No Primarch was slow to react.

Ruth turned his head stiffly. Claudia elegantly unfolded her gilded folding fan, a sly glint in her eyes. "It's not me, it's Sister Sylvia who suddenly became like this. I was just being kind and helping her tidy up her clothes."

"Ruth," the silver-haired girl asked pitifully, her eyes filled with broken tears, "don't you want your mother anymore?"

Ruth's eyes wandered between the girl and the floor. "Mom, can you change back?"

Ruth was really not used to the way her mother looked now.

"Why? Ruth doesn't like the way mom looks now?" The silver-haired girl blinked her emerald eyes in confusion.

Ruth: "Don't ask, Mom, you change first."

"Oh."

Pale golden and purple psychic energy rippled like water, and the girl's slender figure gradually faded in the light. The female wolf stepped firmly on the ground with all four paws. She shook her fluffy hair and let out a comfortable whimper.

Rus's jawline was tense and his canine teeth were grinding unconsciously. It must have been the Emperor's doing!

Chapter 148 Amenos! (5K)

"Sit still and don't move!"

On a morning in Baal, Wop pressed the twin angels onto a small stool, bent his knees and half-knelt to look them in the eye, but his expression was very serious. "You are already eight-day-old Primarchs. You must learn to be independent! When other Primarchs were your age, they could already kill a group of elite Eldar with stones!"

The silver-haired angel raised his porcelain-white face and pouted in grievance: "But, Dad, we are still babies!"

"Dad, don't you want us anymore?"

Crystal tears hung on the blonde angel's long eyelashes, creating a pearly halo in the morning light.

He also grabbed Wop's collar with his chubby little hands, and his wings drooped pitifully.

The silver-haired angel suddenly opened his amethyst eyes wide, and his little hands immediately grasped Wop's collar tightly.

"I didn't say I don't want you, but you have to learn to grow up!"

The silver-haired angel complained in a baby voice, "Now that we've grown up, does that mean Dad won't want us anymore?"

The blond angel burst into tears, and crystal tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me, I will be good!"

"Wow, I want a daddy too!" The silver-haired angel also pouted, and his wet purple eyes were filled with tears.

It's back, it's all back.

He regained the experience of educating Luo Jia!

But Lorca knows how to use tricks to act coquettishly, and the twin angels are like the crying child who gets the milk.

But Lorga is not as clingy as his twin. At least Lorga doesn't have to stick to him before he can fall asleep at night.

Wop was really impressed by these two little actors. He knew they were acting but he still felt soft-hearted.

He couldn't just beat them one by one to make them quiet down, could he?

He couldn't bear to beat them up, but if he didn't, he would just let them do whatever they wanted.

"It's okay. It's normal for children to be playful. It will be fine when they grow up." Wop comforted himself in his heart, but unfortunately it had almost no effect.

Although the twins were only eight days old today, and although they were as clingy as real babies, the wisdom shining in their clear eyes far exceeded that of ordinary teenagers.

During the past week they had mastered all of Professor Wop's languages ​​and scripts with ease.

They may be sensible, but they just want to cry and make a fuss.

Wop couldn't say anything, after all, they were just babies now.

In fact, Fulgrim is still very well-behaved. It is all Sanguinius's fault that he became like this!

Whenever Sanguinius cried, Fulgrim would cry too.

Fugen was never inferior to anyone throughout his life!

"Looking into my eyes!" Wop grabbed Sanguinius's pale face and demanded, "Answer me! Why are you so selfish?"

Sanguinius used his chubby little hands to wipe away the tears on his face, stretched out his tender little white hand and tightly grasped Wop's index finger, rubbing his face against his palm in a flattering manner.

Wop set his jaw. "Don't try that! There's no point in being cute!"

The silver-haired angel suddenly narrowed his purple eyes, tilted his head and looked at his bewildered brother, his wings trembling with joy.

Sanguinius's wings trembled slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice. His clear golden eyes immediately filled with mist, and his soft voice continued to sob, "Dad, I'm sorry..."

There was a crack in Wop's serious expression in an instant. Although he knew that Sanguinius was pretending, he was really cute!

Who can resist being moved by such a lovely angel?

Wop warned fiercely, "Don't do this again. Don't cry anymore. Do you hear me?"

"Dad." Sanguinius burst into tears and a smile that was extremely sweet appeared on his face.

Wop's heart melted. How could someone be so cute?

Fulgrim felt extremely aggrieved, tears quickly filling up his purple eyes, but he bit his lower lip tightly and dared not cry out loud.

Why is Sanguinius so evil?

Wop saw the two brothers' expressions clearly, but he could do nothing about it.

Sanguinius was born with a strong social talent. His clear golden eyes could easily arouse the love and affection of others just by misting.

Sanguinius was a very intelligent child from a young age. He looked very old at a young age, and his dark talent was beginning to show, but he did not shirk his responsibility.

Because Wop knows who the culprit is, only a sincere admission of guilt can make Wop soften his heart.

Although Fulgrim is as lovable as his brother, he is inherently proud and will not turn his vulnerability into a weapon like Sanguinius.

His personality is more like that of a little adult. Even if he feels aggrieved in his heart, he still pretends to be calm on his face. Unfortunately, he can't hide the tears in his eyes.

Wop sighed, "To be honest, I don't know how to teach you. I'll just tell you a story. Do you want to listen?"

"Yes!" Fulgrim's voice was choked with sobs, while Sanguinius was already sitting obediently on the small bench.

"In ancient Greece, there was a city-state called Sparta."