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

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The Emperor's golden ship streaked across the sky and landed on the scorched earth in a glow of plasma tail flames.

The golden power armor, crafted by fine craftsmen, is adorned with the halo of ancient runes, and the sacred light it emits is enough to make everything else pale in comparison.

When the Lord of Mankind stood before the two Primarchs, even the angel's wings seemed covered with dust.

Even the most arrogant person would feel ashamed when he faced the majesty of the Emperor.

Yet the Primarch would not be ashamed or discouraged.

They knew very well that the Emperor was the guardian and inspirer of human civilization.

Throughout his life, he has always protected and led human civilization. His vigilance and dedication have been eternal, and he has never given up for tens of thousands of years.

The sacrifices he made for humanity were beyond anyone’s imagination.

The Primarch was only three years old.

Even though they will one day create their own legends, for now, the young Primarchs still need to look up to the Lord of Mankind.

"Father."

The two Primarchs lowered their heads. Wop was their father, but the Lord of Mankind was also their genetic father.

A glimmer of relief flashed in the Emperor's eyes.

The Wops taught their children very well.

They understand awe and humility, and understand their own mission.

This saved him from having to give lengthy sermons, from having to waste time expounding on the lofty significance of the Great Crusade, and from having to engage in endless dialectics of truth.

But when he omitted these necessary links, what was left between him and the Primarch?

The Emperor's gaze slowly swept across the angel's holy face. They were father and son, blood was thicker than water, and they also called him father.

But he could only feel the cold ethics between the ruler and his subjects.

They had no sense of belonging to him and no attachment to him.

They call him father, but there is no admiration for their father in their eyes, only respect and alienation for the Lord of mankind.

But the Lord of mankind has neither loss nor hesitation in his heart.

Nothing else matters except the concept of human beings itself.

In the eternal river of time, the survival of human civilization is the only thing worth paying attention to, and everything else is like dust.

Even his descendants, even he, were just one of the thousands of pawns in realizing his ambition.

The Emperor's gaze slowly passed over his offspring, and when it reached Wop, who was between the two Primarchs, his majestic gaze suddenly turned into the dawn light.

Wop: "Chat?"

Neos: "Let's talk."

They walked side by side, the afterglow of the sun stretching the two figures into slender shapes, casting interlaced silhouettes on the barren wasteland.

Sanguinius and Fulgrim's eyes met, and a silent understanding flowed between their eyelashes and brows.

The two Primarchs kept a perfect distance from each other, following silently behind the two men.

Neos: "They miss you more than I do."

Wop: "Because I always treated them as my own children, while you only treated them as tools to be carefully crafted."

In Datang 40K, there are very few generals who truly regard Nismin as a father.

They called Nismin father, but many generals had almost no father-son relationship with Nismin. Nismin was just a biological butterfly.

Fujin regards the people of Nice as her target to pursue. Shengjiang protects humanity, the legion, and also the Tang Dynasty and the people of Nice.

Among the loyalists, it was only after the Khan's resurrection that he began to regard Nismin as a father for the first time.

The relationship between other generals and the people of Nis is also more like that of monarch and subject than that of father and son. Fei Mamei and Luo Panshi are willing to be tools, and Wokan loves his people more than his father.

In the heart of the Wolf King, perhaps Ma Xiangdu is more like a father than Nismin.

Lai Zhamao regards Nismin as his father, and they occasionally have father-son interactions. He is the luckiest one except for Vukan.

From the beginning to the end, although they did not have a father-son relationship, the only ones who regarded Nismin as their father were probably Ji Yexin and Corax.

The people of Nice have never given them any family affection, they all rely purely on passion and self-PUA.

Neos: "Me too."

"In your eyes, everyone is a tool."

“Precious tools deserve to be carefully preserved.”

"So they are?"

"It is."

Silence stretched between the two of them, and Wop's gaze crossed the wasteland and fell on the skyline:

"What do you think that is?"

"horizon."

"Think again."

"sun."

"Think again."

"It's not the wasteland, is it?"

Wop shook his head: "It's the future."

They are on the road, and their destination is the future.

Neos: "In your eyes, does the future of humanity consist only of the setting sun and this desolate wasteland?"

Wop: "The world is round. Can you see what the world looks like beyond the horizon?"

"I can't see."

"Then I can't see it either."

"What about the sun?"

"Tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual."

“Will tomorrow’s sun be the same as today’s?”

Wop suddenly stopped and looked at the boy sideways. "How interesting! Why are we discussing philosophy?"

Neos: "You asked me."

"Aren't you asking me that too? No, this kind of discussion will easily deviate from the main point."

"What's the point?"

"The point is, the future is there." Wop pointed to the ground below. "The road is right under our feet."

Neos: "Are you teaching me now?"

Wop: "I don't think I'm qualified to teach you. I'm just speaking from my heart and chatting casually."

People in the world all like people who are similar to themselves and hate people who are different from themselves.

Those who are the same as oneself desire what is the same as oneself, and those who are different from oneself do not desire what is the same as oneself, because one’s heart is different from that of the crowd.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and people will only believe what they want to believe.

This is true when people are going astray, and even more so once they are on the right path.

Neos is on the right track. Maybe his approach is too radical, but no one can deny that the direction he has chosen is correct.

Wop was not qualified to teach him.

As he had taught the Primarch, if you don't have a purpose, do nothing.

If you have nowhere to go, don't judge those who are walking on the road, even if they are stuck in the mud and stumbling.

You should lend a helping hand, help him get out of the quagmire and overcome the difficulties together.

Even if I have to step on his shoulders to get through the quagmire, it is better than staying out of it.

Neos: "I'm listening. The road is under our feet. What's next?"

"Wait a moment, you just changed the subject and made me forget about it."

"Then recall it carefully."

Wop: "The road is under your feet. Since you are walking on the road, you should look at it."

"I've been watching."

"You're looking too far ahead. You should look down at your feet once in a while to avoid tripping over stones."

"it is good."

Wop was stunned. He agreed so easily? Was this still Neos?

"I don't waste my breath on mediocre people."

"Then who am I?"

Neos slowly raised his eyes: "If we have different paths, we cannot work together."

Wop: "A gentleman is harmonious but different, while a villain is the same but not harmonious."

"Then you are a gentleman."

"Am I?"

"I think you are."

"Then I think you are too."

Neos: "Is someone like me worthy of being called a gentleman?"

"A gentleman is concerned with righteousness, while a villain is concerned with profit. If you have great righteousness, why can't you be called a gentleman?"

"Then I am the stupidest gentleman in the world."

"When you get ruthless, you even curse yourself!"

“That’s your assessment of me.”

Wop raised his eyebrows slightly, as if it was really what he said, a wise and powerful idiot.

Wop: "Gentlemen and fools are not opposites, but even the most foolish gentleman is far superior to the clever villain."

"Because the villain is unrighteous?"

"If you have righteousness, you are not a mean person."

Neos narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of elusive meaning flashed across his eyes, "I'll give you my good wishes."

"Is this considered a good omen?"

"Calculate."

"What if I call you an idiot?"

Neos' expression was as calm as the abyss: "Even if I am an idiot, I am also a wise and powerful idiot."