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

"My lord!"

When the two Primarchs arrived side by side, the warriors knelt on one knee in unison.

Fulgrim: "No need to kneel."

Sarath and the other soldiers of the Third Legion slowly straightened up, but the soldiers of the Ninth Legion remained kneeling.

Because it wasn't their Primarch who gave the order.

Sanguinius: "You will not obey my brother's orders?"

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion remained silent.

Ishdul: "You are our Primarch."

Sanguinius: "This is my command. The Ninth Legion must honor my brother as much as I do myself."

"As you command, my lord."

"Please take a seat."

The two angels sat side by side at the head of the round table, with the Imperial Eagle emblem on the wall behind them.

The other legionaries sat on either side of the two Primarchs, five from each legion.

Fulgrim: "How many men are there in the Ninth Legion?"

Sanguinius's command was still ringing in Isdur's ears. He responded in a deep voice, "Forty-six thousand warriors await your command, my lord!"

Fulgrim: "Twenty-three thousand warriors will be incorporated into the Third Legion."

Ishdul: "As you command, my Lord."

Sanguinius: "Thras, send one hundred warriors to join the Ninth Legion."

Sarath: "As you command, my Lord."

The legion's commanders also have flaws, either reckless and ignorant or arrogant and conceited.

But neither Salas nor Isdur were stupid. The two Primarchs commanded each other's legions, which was clearly intentional. They wanted to make the two legions adapt to each other's orders!

In fact, they had already guessed this when the two Primarchs shared the title.

But without the Primarch's order, they did not dare to confirm whether it was true.

The personal admissions of the two Primarchs excited the commanders of the two legions, for they could serve two Primarchs at the same time!

This is a unique honor among all legions!

Fulgrim: "The Ninth Legion is better known as the Blood Angels."

Sanguinius: "The Third Legion is better known as the Emperor's Children, a name bestowed upon you by your Father."

"Yes, my lord!" The soldiers of the two legions said in unison.

Sanguinius: "I hate red tape."

Fulgrim: "So there is no need to respond to everything."

The legionnaires immediately swallowed their words and lowered their heads in unison.

Fulgrim: "Half of the Blood Angels' apothecaries and tech-sergeants will be drawn to serve with the Emperor's Children for twenty years."

Sanguinius: "Upon completion of the Emperor's Children's reconstruction, half of their Apothecaries and Techmarines will serve with the Blood Angels for twenty years."

Fulgrim: "Baal-Sergius is the homeworld of the Blood Angels. They are temporarily recruiting from among the mutants."

Sanguinius: "Bavit is the homeworld of the Emperor's Children, temporarily recruiting new soldiers from the purebloods."

Fulgrim: "Bhaal is shared by both Legions."

Sanguinius: "We will build a monastery there."

Fulgrim: "Phoenix, City of Angels."

The twin angels worked together to arrange things in an orderly manner.

Sanguinius: "Thras, do the Emperor's Children have sufficient manpower?"

Sarath gave a bitter expression. "My Lord, we haven't received any new recruits from Terra in five years, and our gene-seed inventory is only three hundred. However, many legions are willing to share their recruits from Terra with us."

Isdur had a look of pity on his face. He knew that the Third Legion was in a miserable state, but he didn't expect it to be this miserable.

Three hundred gene seeds!

Any gene-seed bank of the Ninth Legion contains more than this.

But fortunately, they have the Primarch, so with the Primarch, they won't lack genetic seeds, but they will have to suffer for the Primarch.

Terra could supply the recruitment of twenty legions on its own and was never short of qualified recruits.

The First Legion already has 100,000 men, all of them of Terran descent.

The legions with Primarchs are also constantly expanding, and it won't be long before they exceed the 100,000 mark.

But most of the legions have their primarchs returned, so they can recruit soldiers from the primarchs' home planets and don't have to come to Terra to compete with them.

Especially the Night Lords and the World Eaters. Nostramo is a hive world and has no shortage of population.

The people of Nukeria are all supermen, and the quality of their soldiers is unique.

Giving the new recruits to the Third Legion is also a favor.

Fulgrim: "Isdul, remember this favor. We will repay our brother."

Ishdul bowed his head.

The Third Legion had to repay the favor together with the Ninth Legion, and the Ninth Legion would inevitably suffer a loss, but only a fool would raise an objection at this time.

The originals are a perfect match in terms of talent and appearance. How can you, a monster, object?

Fulgrim: "We will also raise a new Chapter."

Sanguinius: "At all times, each legion must contribute one-tenth of its strength."

The two Primarchs said in unison: "This chapter will be named the Twin Angels!"

Chapter 165 The Strange Adventure of the Primarch (5K)

The dark red clouds surged like a boiling sea of ​​blood, dyeing the sky a hideous crimson.

The lava spewed from the volcano ravaged the cracked earth, swallowing everything in the scorching scarlet.

Wop stood on the plateau, and all he could see was a desolate wasteland of ashes and dust. The endless sea of ​​sand stretched out to the horizon, like a solidified sea of ​​death.

The sky looked like a torn shroud, the earth turned into a wound gushing out blood, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

But it is this vivid image of hell that allows Wop to easily identify the world he lives in.

"Nocturne." Wop murmured softly, his voice drowned out by the roar of the volcanic eruption in the distance.

Even among all the Primarchs' homeworlds, Nocturne is one of the most recognizable.

The plateau on which Wop stands is a massive rock with steep sides and a flat top, resembling Mount Roraima in ancient Terra.

But it is more than a hundred times larger than Mount Roraima. Its majestic body stretches between heaven and earth, leaving everyone who looks up at it speechless and shocked.

On this plateau, a towering city wall coils like a giant dragon in the southeast direction, which is Wop's destination.

"Open the city gate!"

The guards on the city wall spotted Wop, whispered to each other for a moment, and then raised the city gate without hesitation.

Several guards met Wop at the city gate, holding spears and swords, looking out of place against the magnificent city wall they were on.

"Stranger, why are you here?" asked the guard.

Wop: "I'm here to see Ember. Is he in town?"

The guards exchanged meaningful glances, and their tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Ember is a famous blacksmith in the city. Since the outsider can call out his name, he must be from a nearby village.

The guard extended a rough hand. "I am Hesiod's constable, Gangfu. Stranger, why are you wandering alone in the wilderness?"

Wop felt the other person's deliberately increased grip and responded briefly, "Wop, I'm used to being alone."

Gangfu: "Where are you from?"

"Tyra."

Gangfu's brows furrowed even deeper, because there was no village called Terra in the Sindala Plateau. The outsider seemed to be from a wild land. So how did he know Ember the blacksmith?

Although Gangfu had his doubts in his heart, he just nodded silently: "Come with me, I will take you to find Ember the blacksmith."

The soles of the gangster's boots made a dull sound when they collided with the stone slabs, and he glanced at the stranger beside him.

"Would you mind telling me what you're looking for Master Ember for?"

Asking others why they are looking for a blacksmith is like asking the master what his job is.

But Wop had nothing in his hands, no ore or money bag, and he didn't even have a decent dagger on him. He only had a strangely shaped iron rod on his waist.

If you want to make weapons, you must bring a piece of good steel; if you want to repair equipment, you must also bring the remaining parts.

You don’t bring anything with you. Are you here to visit relatives or friends?

He has lived here for so many years, but he has never heard that Ember has any relatives.

Wop: "I'm here to find his child."

Gangfu was stunned when he heard this.

The old blacksmith did get married when he was young, but his wife was abducted by a ghost shortly after the marriage. How could he have a child?

Gangfu unconsciously tightened his spear, thinking it was always better to be cautious.

In silence, the two turned into a deep alley and found the old blacksmith's shop just around the corner.

"Dong dong!"

The dull knock on the door was particularly clear in the quiet alley.

The old blacksmith's deep voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Gangfu. A stranger has come to see you."

The door hinges creaked and the energetic old man opened the door.

His eyes passed Gangfu and fell on Wop, his brows furrowed deeply. "Who introduced you here?"

Gangfu: "You don't know him?"

"do not know."

Gangfu retreated half a step calmly. It was difficult to use a spear in close combat.

But in an instant, Gangfu's body suddenly stiffened, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand.

Wop: "Don't act rashly. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Gangfu's voice trembled unconsciously: "You, you are an earth shaman?"

Ember's Adam's apple rolled restlessly, "What do you want from me?"

Wop looked him straight in the eye and asked directly, "Have you ever adopted a child?"

The old blacksmith was visibly stunned. "Never. I have always been alone."

Wop turned to Gonfu, "Is there another blacksmith named Ember in Hesiod?"

Gangfu replied awkwardly, "There are a few others with the same name, but the only blacksmith named Ember is Old Ember."

Wop: "Has Hesiod had any meteorites fall from the sky recently?"

Gangfu shook his head without hesitation: "No."

Ember's brows suddenly furrowed.

Wop keenly caught the reaction: "What did you think of?"

Ember rubbed his chin hesitantly. "Not long ago, when I was exploring gemstone mines outside the city, I did witness a meteorite fall, but it was at a dead volcano."

"Where is the deadly volcano?"

Ember pointed in a direction. "It's in the Cremation Desert. That's Nocturne's largest volcano. Even from the Sindarar Plateau, you can clearly see the thick smoke it spews."