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

And these hunters have already cast their greedy eyes on the giant beast.

And he always hides in the dark.

The screams of the tortured innocent prisoners stabbed his heart like a sharp knife. His eyes burned with anger, but he had to force himself to calm down.

If he rashly confronted hundreds of fully armed alien hunters on his own, it would be tantamount to seeking his own death.

This is not saving people, this is committing suicide.

He must lie dormant and wait for the perfect opportunity.

When the giant beast was finally captured by the alien hunters, he was also taken prisoner because his whereabouts were exposed.

Although he fought desperately to kill several aliens before passing out, he was ultimately unable to withstand the erosion of those poisoned weapons, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

These slender alien hunters are obviously not indigenous.

They drove the captives to a strange, inverted teardrop-shaped door and activated it using some unknown technology.

In its dormant state, the gate is little more than an isolated stone archway in the wilderness, and crossing it produces no unusual effects.

But when the ripple-like blue light crackled on the door frame, all the lives that passed through the door were teleported to a twisted and magnificent alien space, which seemed to be a strange passage connecting two worlds.

The captured slaves were imprisoned on the alien's hideous-looking spaceship. These arrogant aliens had no suspicion of the weak human captives.

He couldn't allow these aliens to take them to an unknown destination.

However, the intricate passages extend like a maze with countless forks, each leading to an unpredictable fate.

He gritted his teeth, regretting his recklessness.

When he stepped into this passage, he was already in a desperate situation.

But just when there was despair, a turning point suddenly came.

A team of aliens wearing strange smiling masks suddenly appeared, their funny and exaggerated costumes formed a strange contrast with their fierce and deadly offensive.

In a flash, dozens of alien hunters were turned into mutilated corpses.

He took the opportunity to break free from his shackles, and killed two aliens guarding them with his bare hands, shouting to the captives, "Run, run! Follow me!"

At a fork in the road not far away, a smiling alien opened a door that was glowing with a faint light.

No matter whether there is heaven or hell behind the door, this is their only chance to escape!

The alien hunter's curses exploded behind him, and the giant beast that had escaped from its trap at some point also let out a deafening roar. It and the crowd rushed towards the gate at the same time, and at a speed much faster than that of mortals.

He was on guard against the smiling alien while running away, thinking about how to kill the alien efficiently, but he saw the smiling alien bowing to him gracefully, and the exaggerated smile on the mask looked even more strange and unpredictable in the dim light.

The behemoth ignored the alien and went straight through the gate.

He couldn't help but abandon his original plan and rushed into the bizarre gate with the panicked crowd. Behind him, he could hear the hysterical roar of the alien hunter:

"clown!"

……

Outside the door was a crimson sky and a erupting volcano. This familiar environment made him think he had returned to his original world.

There was also a winding trace on the ground, left by the giant beast.

He turned around suddenly and saw that the strange portal was still open, with dark blue energy rippling uneasily in the door frame.

He shouted to the startled crowd, "Run apart! They'll be upon us soon!"

The people who had just escaped from danger did not even have time to catch their breath before they had to drag their exhausted bodies to continue fleeing in an unfamiliar volcano.

He was the only one standing alone outside the portal. The moment the first alien passed through the gate, the dagger he obtained from the alien's corpse stabbed out like a venomous snake, accurately piercing the enemy's chest.

There was no time to collect the spoils, as more aliens emerged from the light curtain of the portal.

He grabbed the alien's rifle and tried to fire, but no bullet came out.

He decisively drew his dagger and turned to flee, the alien's furious screams coming from behind him.

This was exactly what he wanted. The more people chased him, the safer everyone else would be.

……

"Roar--!"

As the giant beast dived, it raised its ferocious head and let out a deafening roar from its throat.

The scorching dragon flames instantly enveloped the entire alien squad. Before they could even scream, they were melted into molten iron, sizzling on the rocky ground.

The giant beast's thick dragon tail swept across like a giant whip, slamming the two aliens who had luckily avoided the dragon's flames into the cliff.

The sharp dragon claws easily tore open the alien's body, and the dragon kiss bit the last alien to pieces, but it was whipped and it shook it off in pain.

The alien struggled to crawl towards his companion's poison crystal rifle.

But he never left. He was planning a counterattack and stabbed the alien's skull with a dagger.

……

He and the giant beast worked in tacit understanding to slaughter more than twenty alien hunters. Although the negotiations failed due to the language barrier, the boy was not discouraged.

The behemoth's scarlet vertical pupils never revealed any hostility, and they were united in their stance against the aliens.

This giant beast was most likely tamed, otherwise it would not have saved him.

Its owner might be on the way, so he doesn't have to fight alone.

The owner of this giant beast made his heart surge with excitement. Anyone who could tame this giant beast must be a truly strong man!

He has long been accustomed to loneliness, but he does not hate humans.

He deliberately avoided contact with nomadic tribes because those weak mortals could not only provide him with no substantial help, but might also suffer a catastrophic disaster because of his mission.

But he always looks forward to someone as powerful as him. Only such a person is worthy of being his kind!

The lonelier a person is, the more he longs for his own kind.

But first he had to survive.

He must kill these aliens and the giant beast. This is his mission!

Just as he was planning how to plan another assassination, the giant beast suddenly raised its head, and the boy also looked up at the sky.

"Roar--!"

……

Juno's huge body blocks out the sky and the sun in the eyes of mortals, but it is still a drop in the ocean compared to the towering mountain of the Death Volcano.

If she landed deep in the deadly volcano, it would be difficult for Wop to find her in a short time.

However, at this moment, dozens of Dark Eldar anti-gravity motorcycles were circling in the air like a swarm of bloodthirsty mosquitoes, obviously hunting something.

Deafening crashing sounds were also heard from deep within the mountain, as if a huge monster was rampaging among the rugged rock walls.

Juno can fly and won't rush around in the mountains, but the only behemoth of the Death Volcano is Juno!

Woppe originally thought that Juno was forced to flee in the volcano because her membrane wings were injured and she could not fly.

However, just as he was about to find out what was going on, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from under his feet.

"Roar--!"

Vukan's eyes were filled with ecstasy: "It's my mother's voice!"

Wop also heard it, and immediately landed with Walkan and followed the sound to find Juno.

Juno's mountain-like body was squatting on the devastated battlefield, surrounded by the remains of more than twenty dark elves.

"Mother!"

Vulkan took two steps at a time and ran towards Juno. When he saw the shocking wounds between his mother's dark red scales, his dark face twisted with anger.

Wop felt distressed and helpless, his reproach tinged with fear, "Didn't I ask you to stay out of the spotlight for a while?"

Juno raised his dragon head proudly and made a low gurgling sound in his throat, as if in protest.

"Should I avoid his edge?"

She only had some scales scratched, but the Dark Eldar lost their lives, so this was a great victory!

Wop's face was stern, and his tone was stern: "The Dark Eldar can be resurrected. No matter how many you kill, it will be in vain!"

Juno opened her eyes wide and opened her dragon mouth in disbelief. Wasn't her injury in vain?

Although the Dark Eldar can indeed be resurrected, this resurrection must come at a huge price. The Dark Eldar who can pay the price must at least be an Archon or a high-ranking member of the Cabal.

The essence of this resurrection is two steps. The first step is to clone the original body, which is the simple part.

The second step is to summon souls from the Warp, but the souls of the Eldar all belong to Slaanesh, which is equivalent to snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

So if someone has been dead for too long and their soul has already returned to Slaanesh, no one can save them.

Resurrection also comes at the cost of souls, and each resurrection will lose a portion of the soul, which will make them even more hungry.

The Imperium of Man's teleportation technology and the Dark Eldar's resurrection technology are similar in nature, and also consist of two steps.

The first step is to quantize the physical body and transmit it to the destination and reassemble it. The second step is to launch the soul into the warp and then bounce it back to the physical body from the warp.

These two steps are carried out simultaneously, and the soul and body also need to bear risks separately during the transmission.

The body might become stuck in the wall while reforming, and the soul might be corrupted while traveling through the warp.

In theory, the exposure to the Warp involved in teleportation is so brief that creatures of the Warp would normally be unable to detect them.

But if someone squats on you when you teleport, teleporting is like delivering goods to your door.

Juno didn't understand the limitations of resurrection technology and thought she had been injured in vain. She angrily used her claws to vent her anger on the Dark Eldar's corpse.

Wop waited quietly for her to finish venting her anger, still keeping a straight face: "Do you know you are wrong?"

Juno lowered his dragon head guiltily, his scarlet pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a somewhat flattering look.

A low whimper also came from the depths of his throat, like a child who had made a mistake begging for forgiveness.

Wop finally softened his heart and gently stroked the hideous whip mark on Juno's cheek. "Don't take risks next time. Don't make Vukan and I worry, okay?"

Juno carefully touched Wop's cheek with the tip of her nose, and the rough scales made a slight friction sound when they touched the skin.

Without interrupting his parents' tender moment, Walkan turned and walked towards the boy.

The dagger in the boy's hand was still dripping with alien blood, and there was obvious vigilance and confusion in his eyes.

"Thank you." Vukan extended his dark palm.

The boy frowned and didn't immediately respond to the kindness, "Why are you thanking me?"

He had a rough idea of ​​the language from their earlier conversation.

This was a gift he had at birth, and he knew thousands of Low Gothic languages.

"Thank you for saving my mother."

"She actually saved me."

There was a hint of discomfort in the boy's voice as he reached out and held the dark hand.

Wokan showed a simple smile, his mother would not leave a complete body.

Among the shattered bodies of the Dark Eldar, half were intact, the wounds having been inflicted by blades and guns.

His mother couldn't do that.

If it weren't for the boy, his mother would probably be in danger.

Vukan: "I am Vukan."

The boy was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't have a name. You can call me Shi."

Wokan's red eyes widened slightly. Why didn't such a big person have a name? Didn't he have parents?

The boy asked, "Are those your... parents?"

"Yes."

Vukan's answer silenced the boy, his eyes moving back and forth between Wop and Juno, trying to find some common-sense explanation.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to imagine how humans and dragons could mate and how they could give birth to a black child.

This doesn't make sense with genetics.

Wop walked slowly towards the two men, his eyes landing on the young man, "How old are you?"