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

What was horrifying was that even though its body was in pieces, the Dark Eldar was still struggling and crawling on the ground.

At this moment, a mortal appeared in her sight.

It was the hunted boy.

He stabbed the dark elf's head with his dagger neatly, and with a sticky crack, the tenacious alien finally stopped struggling.

The boy glanced at Juno, who was still roaring in pain, and then quickly dodged and disappeared among the cliffs.

Although it was unknown for what purpose, the dragon actually helped him.

He will not take advantage of the dragon's misfortune.

Not long after the young man left, other Dark Eldar teams came following the traces of the battle.

But they did not mourn for a moment the death of their comrades, but instead broke into cruel cheers, talked in a language that Juno could not understand about capturing her, this rare beast, and immediately shot out countless glittering crystals from their clubs.

Juno endured the severe pain from the whip marks on her cheek and suddenly raised her head.

A blinding light burst out from her throat, and a fiery dragon breath gushed out like a torrent of molten lava. Those deadly poison crystals crackled with a harsh sound in the dragon flame, turning into tiny scarlet sparks.

The Dark Eldar shouted excitedly, "Keep shooting! Aim for its wings!"

"I want it alive, but not too complete!"

Juno's thick dragon tail swung heavily on the rock wall, and with the recoil, it suddenly folded its wings and turned, passing the corner of the cliff at the critical moment.

Behind him came the sound of poison crystals hitting the rock wall, corroding countless honeycomb-shaped holes.

The Dark Eldar squad immediately launched a pursuit, but around the corner, they encountered an unexpected and fatal ambush.

A cold light suddenly rose from the shadows like a poisonous snake, and the dagger accurately pierced the chest of the leading dark elf.

The boy's movements were so fast that they were almost afterimages. He grabbed the dying Dark Eldar's shoulder with one hand as a fulcrum, and with the other hand he had already snatched the poison crystal rifle, and the alien's finger was still on the trigger.

The deadly barrage of poison crystals immediately swept across the Dark Eldar squad, and three Dark Eldar fell down in pain before they could even raise their weapons.

Although the remaining aliens fired back crazily, the crystals that should have been fatal all hit the body that the boy used as a shield.

The poison crystal fragments melted disgusting honeycomb-shaped holes in the exquisite armor of the Dark Eldar, but were never able to truly hurt the boy.

Unlike their cousins, all Dark Eldar weapons are designed to torment their foes in battle.

Their whips are poisoned, and the ammunition for their poison crystal rifles is also made of crystals produced by solidified toxins.

The poison crystals spewed out at high speed can easily kill people. Even if the enemy does not die from the shooting, they will die painfully under the erosion of the toxin or lose the ability to resist.

"Roar--!"

Juno's roar tore through the sulfur-filled battlefield, and she swooped down again, spewing blazing dragon flames from her ferocious dragon mouth.

The blazing dragon flames engulfed half of the Dark Eldar, burning the xenos into twisted charcoal and molten iron.

The surviving dark elves let out shrill screams and dodged among the rugged cliffs like ghosts.

Juno's sharp claws swung down suddenly, smashing a protruding volcanic rock and the alien hiding behind it.

Debris and exploding flesh flew everywhere in the smoke, but more Dark Eldar were already flanking them.

The young man also took the opportunity to throw away the dark elf corpse that was already riddled with holes, and rolled over to pick up the poisoned blade on the ground.

Although the Poison Rifle would be a better choice, the Dark Eldar's firearms all have genetic identification, so he can't use them at all. Carrying the alien's corpse all the time is too cumbersome, so it is not as good as a melee weapon.

There was a gap in species and language between the boy and Juno, but at this moment they reached an amazing understanding.

He was not familiar with the terrain here, and these aliens were chasing him relentlessly.

He couldn't keep running and was always looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Even without Juno's surprise attack, he had originally planned to set an ambush among the cliffs.

With the addition of the giant beast Juno, this hunt becomes even more unstoppable!

The Dark Eldar was busy loading poison into his Poison Rifle when the young man approached like a ghost.

The poisoned dagger pierced precisely into the seams of the alien armor, scratching his flesh.

The deadly poison immediately seeped into the wound, causing the Dark Eldar's body to spasm uncontrollably.

The boy's speed and strength were not outstanding. He could feel that this was not the peak of his physical fitness, but he could still easily slaughter this group of dark elves.

When the last Dark Eldar's body stopped twitching, the young man slowly raised his face stained with alien blood. He saw that Juno, still in a rage, was tearing the Dark Eldar's body repeatedly with her claws, as if venting her anger.

Many of her dragon scales were damaged, and blood was still oozing from the wounds.

Those dark elves didn't hurt her at all, but the pain they brought was far greater than any ordinary attack.

The young man hesitated for a moment and did not choose to leave. Instead, he took cautious steps towards the huge beast.

This behemoth was completely different from any he had encountered before.

The behemoth was clearly an intelligent being; it could launch sneak attacks, temporarily avoid attack when injured, and even cooperate with him in ambushes.

Most importantly, it saved him.

Although the boy didn't understand why it saved him, it could have stayed out of it.

The young man could see that the giant beast was not murderous. Since it possessed wisdom, it would not offend the powerful dark elves because its territory was invaded. So it must have taken action to save him.

The boy guessed that the giant beast might be the patron saint of the human tribe, and it protected him because it saw that he was a human.

So the boy wanted to try to negotiate with the giant beast. This was his only chance.

Either convince this intelligent creature to fight alongside him, or face an enemy dozens of times his size alone.

Moreover, he has a mission and he must stay alive.

The young man stopped dozens of meters away from the giant beast and slowly raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostility.

"I need your help."

The beast stared at him, hot breath coming out of its nostrils.

The boy thought the beast was examining him, but Juno was just confused.

After spending so much time with the child's father, she can now understand human language.

But what was this person mumbling? Was it Nocturne?

As expected, the negotiation failed, and the boy felt that he was extremely stupid.

He actually tried to negotiate with a giant beast!

Although the giant beast had never shown any aggression towards him from beginning to end, and although he was clear and logical, as long as the giant beast did not understand, nothing he said would be of any use.

"What should we do now?"

The young man frowned. There were still a large number of dark elves in the volcano. He couldn't escape by running. He could only kill them all.

And there was that giant beast, he was tracking it down, he had to put an end to it!

……

"when!"

On the watchtowers of Hesiod's walls, guards sounded the alarm, and the residents fled underground in panic but skillfully.

"Volkan."

On the main road between the mansion and the blacksmith shop, Wop and Wokhan, running in both directions, met on the way.

There was a rare urgency in Wop's voice. "Come with me, Wokkan."

"Father, where are we going?"

Wop: "Death Volcano, your mother might be in trouble."

Juno's hunting trips had never taken so long, and with the Dark Eldar invasion just around the corner, Wop was worried about her safety.

Vukan silently clenched the hammer he brought out from the blacksmith shop, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his dark face.

He was supposed to stay and protect the town, but his mother was in danger.

Who should he save?

Is it the thousands of innocent residents of the town, or the monster mother who is out hunting alone?

Walkan was facing torment and struggle in his heart, but he followed Wop without any hesitation.

The answer has always been there, but people are often reluctant to admit it.

Wop: "Don't be ashamed of selfishness. There is no such thing as absolute selflessness. Even the most noble sacrifices are often selfish."

Vukan: "Father, what is selflessness?"

"To rise above personal gain is selflessness, and all selflessness is divided into high and low. Selflessness is a beautiful quality, but you cannot let it carry you away."

The emperor can be described as selfless because he never cares about personal gains or losses.

But selflessness is not fairness and justice, nor is it universal peace.

The Emperor's selflessness is given to humanity as a whole first, and he is very selfish in this matter of selflessness.

He will be selfless in his own sacrifice, and he will also be selfless in the sacrifice of others, no matter who they are, whether they are willing or not.

Even though he would feel sad and unwilling when doing these things, he would not regret it.

Because it has always been he who is using selflessness, not selflessness using him.

Vukan asked softly, "What kind of person do you want me to become?"

"I taught you that a long time ago."

"compromise?"

“You can be selfless and selfish, or you can be selfish and selfless.”

"So, what kind of person are you?"

Wop: "I don't know what kind of person I am, but I am very selfish. For me, things have their priorities, and people are divided into different levels. I never believe that everyone is equal. Individual differences determine that people are inherently unequal."

"If you ask me to choose between saving you and your son and the whole world, I will choose you."

Walkan fell silent. If he faced the same choice, what would he do?

"I'll teach you one more thing," Wop said in a low voice. "Be loyal to your servant and be in danger to your master. This is morality."

The Emperor is a selfless selfish person, while Wop can barely be considered a selfish selfless person.

Chapter 170 Why are you so selfish? Pah! Pah! (5K)

He was born into a cruel world shrouded in eternal night, where there were only barren wastelands and broken ruins.

Thick, polluted clouds always cover the sky, sparingly letting in a few weak rays of sunlight.

The geological structure of this world is very unstable, and the landscape is constantly reshaped by continuous earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.

People were forced to live a nomadic life, and only the most powerful tribes could occupy those rare peaceful places.

The bloody conflict never stops in the fight for scarce resources and safe land.

As his incubator streaked across the sky like a meteor, it eventually became embedded deeply in the rock formations of a mountain.

Fortunately, he survived, and his innate talent for knowledge allowed him to quickly adapt to this cruel world.

He climbed out of the incubator and miraculously survived.

He relied on his instincts to avoid and hunt the beasts, and to find shelter in the cracks of the ruins.

He had seen the campfires of the nomadic tribes from afar, but always kept his distance from them.

He would rather explore the truth alone, about the metal capsule that brought him down from the sky, and about his innate mission.

However, when he finally returned to the crash site to investigate, he accidentally awakened the giant beast sleeping underground.

At that moment he understood that his mission was to end the disaster that had awakened because of him.

So he set out on the hunt.

This is not only to make up for the mistakes he made, but also to protect this world that has not yet accepted him.

However, he was not the only one hunting the monster. There was also a group of tall alien hunters wearing black armor.

They are like the shadow of death, leaving no grass behind wherever they pass.

Entire nomadic tribes were slaughtered, and the survivors were reduced to shackled slaves.