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

Even if he died, the Legion would not fall apart immediately.

The price was that he had to eliminate much of Medusa's native culture.

Splitting can preserve Medusa's native culture, but the cost is that the legion will become a mess.

He can use his iron fist to squeeze the loose sand into a ball, but once he loses the shackles of his iron fist, the tall buildings will collapse in an instant.

"Father." Ferrus raised his silver eyes, "How should I choose?"

Wop: "Are you looking for advice?"

Ferrus shook his head, "No, I want answers."

"My answer may not be what you expect."

Ferrus shook his head again, "No, I already have the answer."

What he needs is not an answer, but a choice.

He needs someone to add weight to his cause and tip the scales.

Wop: "If it were me, I would choose unification."

Division would eventually lead to infighting, and he hated pointless disputes.

Even if it is only superficial unity, even if everyone acts on their own in secret, they must be united in facing the outside world on major issues of right and wrong.

The Empire of Man is also a unified whole.

Although the millions of worlds under its rule all enjoy a high degree of autonomy, not only are their technological levels uneven, but even their political systems are not unified, including monarchies, parliamentary systems, dictatorships, feudal systems, and democracies.

But they are all ruled by the same central government: Holy Terra.

It is still 30, the Emperor and the Primarch walk the mortal world, and Malcador is still devoting himself to the Imperium.

The empire's ruling machine had not yet become rigid, the administration was clean and efficient, and everyone was passionate and sincere about the Great Crusade.

Even the most basic administrative officials have the fire of pure idealism burning in their hearts and are willing to devote all their enthusiasm to the great cause of human unification.

This is the best era for humanity since the Golden Age.

If we don’t unify now, when will we?

Even though those unified legions had internal conflicts, they never caused civil unrest from beginning to end.

For example, the Sixth Legion, the Seventh Legion, the Ninth Legion, the Thirteenth Legion, and the Eighteenth Legion.

The divided legions each had their own internal strife.

The First Legion had Uncle Lu's Carmen Rebellion, the Fifth Legion had the Purge of the Imperial Court, and the Nineteenth Legion also had an uprising on its home planet.

Ferrus' voice was firm, "Then I will unify."

There was an unconcealable relief in Wop's eyes.

The general that Nismin likes most is He Lushan, but the general that best meets Nismin’s vision is Fei Mamei, followed by Ji Yexin.

Fei Mamei is always willing to be a tool even though he knows the truth, because his ideals for humanity are greater than his own selfish desires.

Vukan: "Father, what are we going to learn this afternoon?"

Wop waved his hand and said, "I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you half a day off this afternoon. You two brothers, go out for a good stroll!"

……

"Volkan, does Hesiod have a blacksmith shop?" Ferrus stopped and looked across the street.

Vulkan: "We can go to Uncle Ember's blacksmith shop. Do you want to forge some weapons?"

Ferrus nodded. "Your weapon is broken. I want to give you a more suitable weapon."

Walkan paid too much to save him.

He can't pay with his life now, but at least he can be compensated with the weapon first.

Vulkan: "That's not my weapon. I took it from Uncle Ember's house. I have to compensate him with a new one."

His face was so dark that even when he blushed, there was no trace of it.

"You've never had a weapon before?"

"If it was a real weapon, then indeed there wasn't one. That was my first battle."

Ferrus smiled, "That's perfect, I'll give you a real weapon!"

His brother's first battle was fought alongside him, and his brother's first weapon would be forged by him!

And all his future weapons, Ferrus will take care of them all!

Vulkan: "I'll give you a weapon too. What do you want?"

Ferrus: "Hammer, what about you?"

"I want a hammer too. My father taught me that strength can defeat skill!"

Vukan is very strong, but he lacks agility and his movements are always a bit clumsy compared to his brothers.

The hammer is the best match for him, and the bold and sweeping moves can bring out his brute force to the extreme.

If he used a sword that required delicate movements and swift changes of moves, it would be a waste of his talent, restricting his hands and feet and making it difficult for him to display his skills.

Ferrus is a pragmatist who can use any weapon.

But he guessed that his brother wanted a hammer, so he wanted a hammer too, and he said it in advance.

……

"when!"

Vukan swung the blacksmith's hammer, and each blow landed precisely on the red-hot iron ingot, sparks flying, and the outline of a war hammer gradually took shape during the hammering.

On the forge not far away, Ferrus was holding a red-hot iron ingot with his silver arms, the metal as tamed as clay under his palms.

He needed no blacksmith's hammer; his hands were the perfect tools themselves, and he could forge metal into any shape he desired.

The weapon that was gradually taking shape between his silver hands was also a war hammer, exactly the same as the weapon his brother was forging.

The Primarchs are all generalists; they know everything.

But they also have their own areas of expertise. For example, Volkan and Ferrus are both highly skilled blacksmiths.

In this respect, none of their brothers can match them.

Ferrus slowly raised his hammer. "Brother, you should learn the ways of my forging. Harness it, not deny it."

Ferrus's forging rhythm was efficient and precise, his silver hands far more effective than his brother's hammer.

Though Vulkan's hands retained the dark hue of flesh and blood, Ferrus knew that beneath that seemingly mundane surface, his brother's hands held the same inhuman essence as his own, emanating from the silver beast.

Perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps it was a gift from heaven, but those strange metals have perfectly integrated with their flesh and blood.

Ferrus stared at his metal palm, which was shining with silver light. He did not resist in his heart. He could feel the power brought by this gift, but his brother seemed to still have some rejection.

Vulkan's blacksmith hammer hovered in mid-air, the sound of hammering coming to an abrupt halt. "I've never denied this power, but I prefer to use the hammer, feeling the vibrations transmitted to my palm during forging. Perhaps my persistence is meaningless, but I persist."

Ferrus: "Only fools question the meaning of persistence. Persistence itself is the meaning."

"Thanks for your understanding, brother."

"If you are truly grateful, just swallow the thank you. We are brothers."

"What if I insist on doing this?"

"If you have made up your mind," Ferrus raised his silver eyes slightly, "you are welcome."

The two brothers smiled at each other, and Walkan bowed his head and continued to strike his hammer.

Ferrus looked around, took a hammer from the anvil, and symbolically struck the hammer he had forged.

His brother was very pragmatic, so he would try to stick to it, even if it was just a ritual.

He should use his hands but not rely too much on them; hammering reminds him that he is still a blacksmith.

Ferrus's hammering paused for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly understood - Fei Mami didn't use the iron hands, perhaps not because she was stupid.

His seemingly meaningless persistence may also have meaning.

After all, these hands are not his, and he does not want outsiders to focus too much attention on these hands.

One day he will give up these iron hands, and he will prove to the world that he does not rely on them.

Not for honor, but for some higher pursuit.

Maybe that's why he persisted.

"But he's still stupid," Ferus whispered. He shouldn't have given up the small backpack.

That's not arrogance, he's just so bound by his emotions that he can't see reality.

But emotional bonds should be the driving force for them to become stronger, not their constraints.

Fei Mamei's weakness is himself, not Snake Lady.

Ferrus will learn his lesson. He will not repeat Fei Mami's mistakes and will not fall in the same place twice.

Maybe he will become a close friend of Fulgrim in the future, but he now has a better brother who is willing to go through fire and water and sacrifice his life to save him!

"when!"

As two crisp hammer strikes echoed in unison, sparks flew like stardust.

On the anvil, two hammer blanks are slowly taking shape.

Chapter 174 Here Comes the Prison (5K)

Vulcan and Ferrus lived a strict and orderly life.

Monday to Thursday are study days, so study hard.

Saturday to Sunday are days of rest, so we should work hard.

Going to the extinct volcano every Friday is both a practical exercise and a safety inspection, as well as a warm picnic time for the family.

"boom!"

The war hammer in Volkan's hand was like a mountain pressing down on his head, smashing the fire dragon's skull with one blow.

The giant beast fell to the ground with a loud bang, and hot blood gushed out from its ferocious mouth and nose.

"Ha ha!"

Deep in the nest, a dozen young fire dragons that were gnawing on volcanic rocks were breathing threateningly at him, spewing out sporadic flames.

Volkan put away his warhammer and took a few steps back, dragging the fire dragon's body.

Organic matter is the material basis of life.

Plants can use photosynthesis to convert inorganic matter into organic matter, so plants are producers in the food chain in many worlds.

But on Nocturne, this traditional ecology is turned on its head.

Many of Nocturne's native organisms can directly ingest inorganic matter, converting minerals from volcanic rocks into the energy needed to sustain life as efficiently as plants perform photosynthesis.

These creatures are amazing, but nothing compared to the orcs.

Perhaps they were modified based on the genes of the orcs.

In the open space where the portal was, Wop had already built a bonfire, using lava instead of firewood.

Juno was fiddling with the rock barbecue steaks on the lava with her claws, and the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the burnt aroma of barbecue filled the air.

Ferrus also returned, dragging another fire dragon of astonishing size.

Vulkan caught a glimpse of his brother's prey, a smile on his dark face, "Looks like I won."

Ferrus threw his spoils neatly beside the campfire and said, "I lost."

The fire dragon entrenched in the dead volcano poses no threat to them. The outcome depends on who has better luck and encounters bigger prey.

Ferrus and Vulkan sat cross-legged, their eyes fixed on the inverted teardrop-shaped portal.

For more than a year, the portal has remained silent.

But the Dark Eldar will come sooner or later, and they will use their hammers to give those xenos a welcome ceremony they will never forget!