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

The baby twisted slightly in his arms, opened its pink gums and bit down hard on Wop's arm.

He is hungry and wants to eat meat!

Wop grabbed Walkan by the scruff of the neck and yanked him in front of him like a restless little animal, sternly scolding him, "No? Who the hell turned you into this?"

Vulkan is the most humane Primarch, so why would he want to kill his father the moment they met?

The baby was hanging in the air, thrashing around a few times. When it found it couldn't reach him, it pouted and said, "Ah Ba Ah Ba!"

"Roar!"

A deafening roar suddenly exploded in Wop's ears. He turned his head sharply and met a pair of red vertical pupils.

Chapter 166 Roman Holiday (5K)

The Fire Dragon Lord opened his bloody mouth and gently licked the black baby with his soft tongue.

As the Lord of Fire Dragons, it has never had any offspring because there is no individual in the Fire Dragon population who is worthy of it.

The extreme environment of Nocturne drives native species to have a strong tendency to raise young. Any species is very caring towards its young, which is an important guarantee for the survival of the population.

The Lord of Fire Dragon is no exception.

At this moment, some primitive instinct drove it to treat the baby as its own and gave it the idea of ​​protecting the baby.

The baby giggled as he was licked, and the laughter made it lick even harder.

But soon another primitive instinct came to the fore: appetite.

The Fire Dragon Lord has lived for many centuries, usually sleeping in its lair deep underground, awakening only when the time of trial comes.

But the arrival of the baby disrupted its routine, and the intense hunger forced the Fire Dragon Lord, who had just awakened from his long sleep, to urgently find food.

It is hungry and its children need nutrition too.

The Fire Dragon Lord used its ferocious dragon head to push the baby back to the nursery. Although they could not communicate in the same language, the baby seemed to understand its intention and stayed obediently in the scorching hot nursery.

The Fire Dragon Lord then left his lair and followed the scent to hunt the creatures he sensed.

Even in the Death Volcano, the Fire Dragon Lord is the true overlord.

When its shadow covers the earth, all living things will instinctively shrink and hide in the shadows.

But no matter how they hide, the Fire Dragon Lord can find them, bite through their necks with his sharp teeth, and carry them back to his nest.

"boom!"

The Fire Dragon Lord threw a fire dragon heavily to the ground, and his sharp claws tore through the hard scales and skin, revealing tender flesh.

The dark baby also crawled closer instinctively and began to nibble clumsily with its pink gums.

Looking at the cub's performance, a hint of satisfaction flashed in the Fire Dragon Lord's scarlet vertical pupils.

It growled, turned and left the cave, and disappeared into the darkness to continue hunting.

……

Happy time is always short.

One day, when the Fire Dragon Lord returned to his lair after completing his hunt, he smelled a strange scent outside the lair.

When it entered the nest, its cubs were being held in the hands of a stranger, who wanted to eat its cubs!

"Roar!"

The Fire Dragon Lord's vertical pupils suddenly shrank into thin scarlet lines. It threw the prey in its mouth and let out a deafening roar from its throat.

The rock wall trembled in the sound waves, and it pounced on the invader who dared to covet its cub, carrying the smell of sulfur and blood.

……

The roar of the Fire Dragon Lord caused the rubble in the cave to roll down, and its huge body pressed towards Wop like a red mountain.

"Stay still." Wop stuffed the black boy back into the incubator, and the Fire Dragon Lord's head had already hit his psychic shield hard.

The light blue shield was like a lake in a rainstorm, with ripples all over it, but it never broke.

This is exactly the confidence that allows Wop to calmly deal with danger.

Confidence is not arrogance. Wop has been tightly wrapping his body with a psychic shield from beginning to end, without any slackness.

"boom!"

The Fire Dragon Lord's ferocious head hit the psychic shield again and again, and its sharp scales scraped against the shield, producing dazzling sparks.

However, no matter how violently it collided, the translucent light shield remained motionless, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wop was able to observe the giant beast up close.

Its huge body almost filled the entire space, and its dark red scales glowed with a metallic luster like lava.

On the long and narrow dragon head, the scarlet vertical pupils were burning with furious flames, and the sharp horns bent backwards.

Its broad, membranous wings, edged with sharp bone spurs, were folded to its sides, and its thick, powerful tail lashed restlessly, plowing deep furrows in the ground.

Its image perfectly fits all of Wop's stereotypes of Western dragons.

This must be a female dragon, otherwise Wop would really have to find Vukan in its excrement.

Wop had every reason to believe it was a product of Golden Age genetic engineering.

How advanced the technology in the golden age of mankind was is completely beyond the cognitive level of 30K, but we can still get a glimpse of it.

"Their world has degenerated into a pre-technological state, and if you've ever witnessed it, you won't be surprised why. It's a beautiful and savage world, a world of ice and fire and monsters, a brilliant experiment in recreating mythology."

This is the Fenris mentioned by Neos.

So it's possible that Fenris is the Disneyland of the Dark Age of Technology.

Mortals in the M3 era would also seek exciting activities outside of civilization. Ordinary people could go to zoos and Disneyland.

Billionaires can go hunting on the African savannah, or go skydiving, bungee jumping, and wingsuit flying.

Even in the golden age, not everyone is equal; those who truly hold power also seek excitement.

Therefore, some people began to build theme parks related to Terra's ancient history or mythology on a planet-by-planet basis.

This may be how many dead worlds inhabited by humans came into being.

Otherwise, given the level of human technology at the time, there would be absolutely no reason for humans to settle on the Death World.

Even if it was originally a dead world, humans in the Golden Age could make it livable.

The death worlds that still exist in 30K can be roughly divided into two types:

The first are worlds destroyed by humanity itself during the civil war of the Age of Strife, such as Baal.

The second type is worlds that were intentionally preserved during the Golden Age for some special purpose, such as Fenris, which might be a Norse-themed theme park.

The harsh living environment on Nocturne is not caused by humans, and many of the creatures on Nocturne are related to dragons.

In the myths circulating on Nocturne, there is also an ancient creature called Urlong.

According to legend, the Urlongs are larger than continental plates, and their twisted bodies are entwined beneath the crust of Nocturne, like countless sleeping world snakes, wrapping the core of the entire planet layer by layer.

The Nocturne people believe that every slow wriggling of theirs will cause an earthquake, and their long breaths will turn into magma surges deep in the mantle.

The historical record states that Vukan had seen them and stated that they were beyond human comprehension.

Therefore, Nocturne is likely to be an adventure theme park similar to Dungeons & Dragons.

There are many such worlds. For example, in the 40K era, the home planet of the Flesh Tearers is a Jurassic-themed theme park, and there is also a biological shield machine called the Velociraptor on Colchis.

Another Imperial fleet once invaded a world relegated to the Stone Age, deploying two Warlord-class Titans for the purpose.

Their enemies are a group of primitive people wielding spears and stone axes, and their dinosaur mounts.

These dinosaurs are taller than Warlord-class Titans and can also eat grass and use atomic breath.

The result was the annihilation of the Imperial forces, and the space fleet was ordered to exterminate because the Mechanicus feared that dinosaurs would replace the divine machines.

Compared to these creatures, the giant beast in front of Wop was like a docile kitten.

There are also many marginal colonies with backward technology, and their backwardness is not necessarily due to the civil war in the era of strife.

A more likely scenario is that these colonies were originally civilized theme parks carefully crafted by humans during the Golden Age.

They are deliberately designed to preserve the appearance of a specific historical period, such as the feudal kingdoms of the Middle Ages, the glorious Roman Empire, or the nomadic peoples who rode their horses but were bullied by the feudal empire.

These themed colonies from different eras are essentially immersive recreations of specific periods of human civilization, rather than products of technological degradation.

"Roar--!"

Seeing that his attack was in vain, the Fire Dragon Lord arched his back like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from its throat, and then it opened its bloody mouth.

"boom!"

A pillar of fire with a diameter of several meters erupted like a volcanic eruption, and the heat wave that was enough to melt gold and iron slammed into the psychic shield.

The scorching dragon flames surged wildly outside the shield, and the outside world almost turned into purgatory, with the rocks melting into red slurry.

However, the flames licked the seemingly thin and transparent light curtain, but could not penetrate it at all.

Under the protection of psychic power, even the tips of Wop's hair were not disturbed by the heat wave.

Wop slowly raised his palm, his fingers folded gracefully.

"Crack!"

The Fire Dragon Lord's bloody mouth seemed to be forced shut by an invisible force, and the fangs collided, emitting dazzling sparks.

Its huge body suddenly stiffened, and its six limbs scratched in the air in vain, but it seemed to be trapped in invisible amber, unable to move even a scale.

In the air, translucent psychic wind blades silently condensed, as thin as a cicada's wing but unstoppable.

They swam lightly to the neck of the Fire Dragon Lord, as gentle as a lover's caress, but easily cut through its hard scales, cutting blood lines on the skin. Scalding blood spurted out, turning into wisps of scarlet steam the moment it came into contact with the heat wave.

The Fire Dragon Lord's scarlet vertical pupils suddenly enlarged.

Rage, mania, ferocity, all negative emotions receded like the tide, and his eyes instantly became much clearer.

The black boy tumbled out of the nursery and stumbled towards the Fire Dragon Lord like a clumsy young animal, mumbling incoherent words:

“Mama…”

The Fire Dragon Lord suddenly let out a low whimper. The sound was not like the previous furious roar, but instead contained a trembling whine.

Its vertical pupils shrank slightly, revealing a hint of human worry, and its huge head shook slightly, as if signaling Hei Hai not to come near.

"You two have such a deep mother-son relationship that it makes me look like an unforgivable villain."

Wop grabbed the back of Black Boy's neck and lifted him up in his hand. "Be quiet. I won't kill him. Otherwise, he would be dead."

Hei Hai seemed to understand and actually stopped struggling. He just looked at the Fire Dragon Lord and then at Wop with his wet eyes, his little face full of confusion and grievance.

From the perspective of the Fire Dragon Lord and Hei Hai, Wop is truly a villain.

He inexplicably rushed into someone else's house, picked up the other person's cub in his hands, and humiliatingly pressed the cub's mother to the ground.

Wop stared into the Fire Dragon Lord's vertical pupils and said, "I won't kill you, but he must leave with me."

The Fire Dragon Lord cannot understand human language, but Wop can translate it for him using his psionics.

Worp told the Fire Dragon Lord that he must take Volkan away, and that the Primarch needed to grow up in human society.

The Fire Dragon Lord also displayed amazing intelligence. Its huge dragon head suddenly raised up, and a low, almost pleading whimper came from the depths of its throat.

"My...child..."

Looking at the maternal light in the beast's eyes, Wop loosened his psychic restraints on it, but still maintained the psychic shield.

The Fire Dragon Lord slowly raised his huge body from the ground. He did not attack Wop again, but lowered his ferocious dragon head in an almost humble manner, and let out a low and trembling whimper from his throat.

The rage in those scarlet vertical pupils had long since dissipated, replaced by moving sadness and earnestness.

Wop gently placed the black boy on the ground, and the baby crawled clumsily towards the Lord of Fire Dragons.

Finally, he clung tightly to his mother's huge head, his dark little hands stroking the hard scales, as if comforting the sad giant beast.

The Fire Dragon Lord also carefully nuzzled the cub with his dragon kiss and gently licked the cub's face with his tongue.

A soft whimper continued to come from the depths of its throat, as if expressing its reluctance and worry.

But even if it begged Wop, Wop would not let Walkan stay.