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

He could tell at a glance that this young man was not human!

If mortals could kill Dark Eldar as easily as he did, Space Marines would be redundant.

Teenager: "How do you define time?"

“1、2、3、4、5…这样数到60是一分钟，60分钟一小时，24小时一天，365天一年。”

The boy did some mental calculations, "Half a year."

Vukan stared at the boy with fierce eyes. A mortal baby would have difficulty even crawling at half a year old, but he was already a boy!

Vukan's voice was filled with anticipation, "Are you my brother?"

The boy frowned, "I'm not a human/animal hybrid..."

Wokan was startled, a helpless look on his dark face. "Me neither, you misunderstood. They are my adoptive parents."

The boy's eyes fell on Juno. If he was his adopted son, then there was no doubt about it.

But even if Vukan looked like that, his adoptive parents were still too advanced in their human/beastiality activities.

Vukan: "I fell from the sky. The number in the nursery is eighteen. You asked me to call you ten. Your number is ten, right?"

The boy stared at Wokan in a daze. He now believed that Wokan was his brother.

They were all orphans born from the sky, but Walkan was lucky enough to have adoptive parents, while he had nothing.

The boy's mood was complicated. He didn't understand what kind of emotion it was. He was happy to meet his brother again, but also jealous of him.

Vulkan extended his hand to the boy again. "Father said that fate is full of surprises. Welcome to Nocturne, brother."

The boy held his hand, but couldn't help frowning, "Isn't this Medusa?"

Vulkan: "This is Nocturne. Father said the characteristics of my home planet are very obvious."

Boy: "Maybe my home planet is as bad as yours."

Wop asked gently, "How did you get here?"

The boy looked at his brother and told him everything he had experienced without hiding anything.

"clown?"

The boy didn't know the meaning of the word, but Wop was no stranger to them.

There are four major branches of the Eldar: Dark Eldar, Ark Eldar, Savage Eldar and Harlequins.

The Dark Eldar are the legitimate heirs of the Ancient Eldar Empire and are as obsessed with pleasure as the Ancient Eldar Empire itself.

The Ark Eldar are people obsessed with mystery. They often do things according to the prophet's predictions and then kill themselves.

The Harlequin is also a riddle-mad person, but more normal than the Ark Eldar.

They serve the last remaining god of the Eldar, the Laughing God Silogod, and are also the messengers of the Black Library and the protectors of the Webway.

However, due to the nature of the Enigmatic People, they often do some inexplicable things under the guidance of prophecies, but they have no roots in the real world, and will not plunder the empire like the Dark Eldar. Overall, they are still the most harmless Eldar.

It was the Eldar who sent Fulgrim to Baal last time.

But that group of elves did not have any strange costumes, so they were obviously not a clown troupe. They might be the wild elves.

Now Harlequin is sending the Primarch to Nocturne again. Did they discuss this beforehand?

Wop doesn't believe in coincidences. Otherwise, with so many worlds in the galaxy, why would he open the door on Nocturne?

Whatever the clown's intentions were, if they wanted to do Wop a favor, Wop would accept it.

Worp couldn't guarantee anything else, but he could convince the Empire to spare their lives while it reclaimed the Webway.

The clown is just playing the clown, the Ark Eldar are the real clowns!

"We have to eradicate them as soon as possible!"

Vulkan gripped the hammer tightly. The webway portal lurking in the dead volcano was always a hidden danger and had to be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise his mother might encounter another accident the next time she returned to the territory to hunt.

Wop looked at the boy with a gentle smile, "Since you don't have a name, how about I give you one?"

"Should I call you father too?" The young man raised his face, his eyes filled with hesitation or expectation.

Wop: "I won't force you. You can call me mentor, as your other brothers do too."

"What do you want to name me?"

Wop: "Ferus Malus."

Chapter 171: Primitives use stones to knock down aliens (5K)

Ferrus Malus, meaning Iron Hand in High Gothic.

Ferrus said nothing about his new name, perhaps accepting it.

Walkan was very happy because he had a brother.

Ferrus believed that Vulcan was his brother and that his experiences were not fabricated.

But Ferrus was still curious about their origins, why they landed in different worlds, and who their biological parents were.

Vulkan should be able to tell him the answer, but they must resolve the current crisis.

Ferrus lowered his voice, "We have to leave quickly, those alien hunters will be here at any time!"

Vukan laughed, "Don't worry, bro, we'll win!"

Ferrus frowned. He didn't understand where Vukan's almost arrogant confidence came from.

Ferrus is aware of his own abilities, and as his brother, Vulkan should be on par with him.

But they are all in the developmental stage and are far from adulthood.

He had also witnessed Juno's power, but he was still powerless in the battle against the aliens.

Ferrus's gaze fell on Wop, and only on him.

What is so special about Walkan's father?

"Be careful up there!"

Ferrus' pupils suddenly contracted. Three anti-gravity motorcycles were tearing through the clouds and diving towards them, and the twin barrels at the bottom of the front end of those motorcycles were emitting dazzling light!

"Zheng——!"

The darts shot out from the anti-gravity motorcycle stirred up circles of dark blue ripples in the void, as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

Ferrus saw Wop raise his right hand and casually fold his fingers together.

In an instant, the three motorcycles collided with a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, like toys grasped by an invisible giant hand.

The flesh and blood bodies of the Dark Eldar were instantly crushed into minced meat, and the skeleton motorcycles shrank and deformed like fragile tinfoil.

A rain of blood mixed with fragments of spirit bones fell from the sky, and a twisted mass of debris smashed to the ground like a meteorite, splashing hot waves in the sea of ​​magma.

Ferrus: "What is this power?"

Wop: "Psionics. The Dark Eldar are a naturally psionic race. But they dare not use their psionics, for it would make them the target of their gods."

"The Dark Eldar's social structure is based on the Cabal. Their capital, Comoros, has yet to be unified, with various factions fighting each other. As long as we can completely annihilate the invading Dark Eldar, we won't have to worry about retaliation."

"What if they are just the advance guard?" Ferrus pressed.

Wop: "Don't judge the aliens by human emotions and thinking patterns. Even if the dead are their close relatives, the Dark Eldar will not have a desire for revenge. If the dead are their elders, they will even happily hold a banquet to celebrate, because this will give them a chance to take the throne."

"Furthermore, if even their elders died on Nocturne, they would deliberately avoid this dangerous world."

"The Dark Eldar's nature is to pick on the weak. If they really hit a wall, they will run away faster than anyone else."

"But there are exceptions. If it's their offspring who die, they might retaliate against us to establish their authority and intimidate us."

Ferrus understood that Wop was imparting valuable knowledge to him about the xenos race.

In stark contrast to the cold and cruel rules of survival on Medusa, Wop's education made him feel an unprecedented intimacy.

A determined look appeared in Vulkan's eyes, "Brother, we must get to the portal as soon as possible!"

Ferrus nodded silently and returned, stepping on the corpses of the dark elves on the ground.

There are still many mortals fleeing in the Death Volcano, but they cannot protect everyone and must make a choice.

A hasty rescue will only achieve nothing. Only by completely annihilating the enemy can we solve the problem once and for all.

This is not a multiple-choice question, but a true-or-false question.

The Dark Eldar left a small team of twelve Dark Eldar in front of the portal to provide support.

There are still many captured mortals in the open space around, which is a blessing. The dangers in the Death Volcano are not limited to the Dark Eldar.

Wop: "I won't do anything."

Ferrus and Vulkan's eyes met, and they reached a tacit understanding without words.

They were like two swift shadows, using the rugged cliffs as a natural cover to encircle the Dark Eldar squad from the left and right wings.

Although naked, the Primarchs' extraordinary agility allowed them to move freely through the dense barrage of poison crystals, and every dodge and turn accurately avoided the deadly attacks.

Even if they were occasionally hit by poison crystals, they could rely on the original body's superhuman physical fitness to withstand it, and it would only be painful.

The hammer in Vorkan's hand carried a tremendous force, smashing the head of a dark elf to pieces, with skull fragments and brain matter splattering everywhere.

Ferrus was like a ghost, the dagger in his hand turned into the scythe of the god of death. With a flash of cold light, an alien fell down, covering his bleeding throat.

The Primarch's attack was fierce and coordinated, and he quickly slaughtered the Dark Eldar squad.

They stood among the alien corpses on the ground, their bodies covered with the blood of the enemies, but they were almost unharmed, and their chests did not even rise and fall violently.

A glint of approval flashed in Ferrus' eyes: "You are very good, brother."

"You too, bro."

The two brothers smiled at each other.

Vulkan noticed that beneath Ferrus's stern face was a resoluteness that could not be ignored;

Ferrus also saw the same persistence as his own in Vulkan's honest smile.

My father is right.

They were primarchs, brothers by nature.

Even though they have different personalities, they all take pride in protecting humanity.

They share the same ideals.

"tutor."

Ferrus turned to Wop, the title very unfamiliar on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to call him father just yet.

"Please help me defend this place and don't let any Dark Eldar escape. I still have an unfinished mission!"

Wop: "Wolkan, go help your brother. Juno and I are enough here."

Volkan nodded solemnly. Ferrus wanted to refuse, but when he thought that this was his brother, he couldn't say it.

……

"I must kill it! This monster was awakened by me, and I must end it."

Ferrus struggled to make his way among the rugged rocks, with a fire of determination burning in his eyes.

"How similar fate is to us."

Ferrus looked at his brother.

A hint of tenderness appeared in Vukan's eyes. "We were both 'born' in a dark and lightless world. We both fell into the lair of a giant beast, but my mother raised me, and my father traveled thousands of miles to find me."

Ferrus' eyes flickered slightly, "You're lucky, brother."

He had no parents, and the beast did not raise him. It was his sin and his nightmare, and he dreamed of killing it.

His brother had everything: parents, family, and education, all of which he could only dream of.

Vulkan placed his dark hand gently on Ferrus' shoulder. "You can be as lucky as me, brother. We have the same father!"

Ferrus felt the warmth on his shoulder, a touch he had never experienced before.

He thought of the days and nights he spent surviving alone in the wasteland of Medusa, the cold metal shell of the incubator, and the lonely times he spent talking to himself in the darkness.

But Ferrus still turned his face away. If he had been adopted by Wop since childhood like Wopkan, he would also call Wop father.