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

"It's delicious," Dorothy nodded gently.

Dorothy asked softly, "Koz, do you want to go back to Nostramo and live for a while?"

Koz didn't answer immediately. He gracefully cut off a small piece of roast meat and put it into his mouth, closing his eyes in satisfaction.

Koz shook his head slightly, "No need, mother, let my brother in."

Dorothy gripped her knife and fork tightly. Coz smiled gently, "Don't worry, Mother. I saw it a long time ago."

"When?" he asked, pushing open the door.

Curze didn't turn around, but just chuckled, "Before Sevatar tells on you, Corax."

The giant, who had the same pale skin as Curze, said in a soft voice, "Ms. Dorothy, please allow me to be alone with my brother for a moment."

Dorothy looked at Coz's pale profile anxiously.

Koz slowly put down the knife and said, "Please leave first, mother."

Dorothy sighed softly, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Snapped!"

The moment the door closed, Corax asked bluntly, "What are you up to?"

Coz tilted his head slightly. "Can't you see? Corax, I've been acting out the same act all along."

"I only saw your poor performance. Your mother is worried about you!"

"Ah...are you jealous of me, bro?"

"I'm jealous that she loses sleep over you, but I'm even more angry that you treat her love like a prop on stage!"

Curze shook his head slowly. "It's so sad, Corax, that you would see me that way. I never used my mother as a tool, nor did I ever want her to worry."

Corax's stern expression softened slightly, "Then why are you like this?"

His brother, though not in his right mind, was not so far off as to lie about such a matter.

Curze's expression was icy. "You should ask Sevatar about this. I never instructed him to tell my mother."

"What's your prediction?"

"What do you think prophecies are, a library of tomes that allow me to browse freely? No, brother, I cannot see all the future, and my descendants are also very cunning."

"What about our father?"

Koz was silent for a long time. "Even I don't understand why it is so clear. It's as if fate is deliberately showing me some mercy."

Corax: "I'm glad you're not crazy yet, brother. It seems I came here for nothing."

"No." A deep smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Koz's mouth. "It's not a wasted trip."

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Chapter 175: Turn the Situation Around! (5K)

"when--!"

The sound of alarm bells and horns pierced the sky, and the guards on the city walls gripped their weapons and looked at the skyline in horror.

The dark clouds were like boiled ink, boiling in the blood-red sky.

The air was filled with ash and smoke, and waves of scorching heat rolled in from all directions like invisible tides.

On the horizon, orange-yellow flames formed a continuous piece.

Billowing black smoke rose into the sky, the captive lizards fled frantically, and countless villagers who did not have time to escape were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Scavengers circled the sky, hoping to catch a meal.

"Only through tempering can one obtain fine steel!"

"This can't go on any longer. This madness must end!"

"We don't have Nocturne blood flowing in our veins, but we are still one of you, we are still a people of Nocturne, and we will never sit idly by and watch our compatriots suffer!"

"What about you? Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or do you want to be a hero for just a few minutes?"

Vulkan and Ferrus climbed up the huge rock in the center of the square and looked down at the restless crowd below.

Ferrus' voice was like sparks from a forge. "Hold your weapons, Nocturne!"

Wu Kan's voice was like a bell, "We don't need you to charge into battle, just follow our footsteps!"

"We've already defeated those aliens once, and today is no exception!"

"Let the Dusk Ghosts taste the wrath of the Nocturne people and let them remember this day forever!"

More and more people gathered in the central square, but the voices of the two giants gradually calmed the crowd's commotion.

At this moment, a tall and straight young man strode out from the crowd with a resolute expression, "I am willing to follow you two adults!"

Ferrus remembered him, Gabriel Santo.

He is not from Nocturne, but a remnant of Medusa who fled here from the Webway three years ago, from the Avi/Ni clan.

The Nocturne people looked at the young man who stepped forward, with shame and hesitation on their faces.

Even the exiles from outer space are willing to fight for them, so how can they, the people of Nocturne, hide in the dungeon and live in misery?

The blacksmith Blohar's voice exploded like thunder, "What are you afraid of? The worst that can happen is that we will perish together with those aliens!"

Sheriff Gangfu raised his spear high. "Nocturne people, let us fight side by side! Hold your weapons tightly and let the aliens see our courage!"

Vulkan and Ferrus locked eyes as they leaped off the boulder, raising their hammers skyward.

"Old and young, women and children, please seek refuge in the underground city immediately. Our parents will protect you!"

"All adults who can hold a weapon, join us in defeating those aliens!"

The crowd retreated to both sides like a tide, making way for the two giants.

Their towering figures stand out among the crowd like two moving fortresses; even the youngest children can catch a glimpse of their mountain-like figures.

Their mere presence is enough to ignite the flames of war in people's hearts, make the wavering stand up straight, and make the cowardly grasp their weapons.

Their footsteps were as heavy as war drums, and the crowd solemnly followed the rhythm and rushed towards the city wall.

Vulkan and Ferrus stood on the city walls, and the outside of the city had turned into a hellish scene.

The shepherds fled in panic across the wilderness like a frightened herd, flocking to Hesiod in despair, even though this city of refuge could not shelter them.

The Dark Eldar drove their raider bikes across the scorched earth like ghosts, playfully chasing the fleeing humans.

Every time the giant barbed net was shot out, it was accompanied by the painful screams of the herdsmen who were pierced by the spikes and the unbridled laughter of the Dark Eldar, as if this massacre was just a hunting game for their entertainment.

When the Dark Eldar finished slaughtering the villages outside the city, the aliens rushed towards Hesiod's Wall like sharks smelling blood!

For thousands of years, whenever the Dark Eldar invaded, the residents of Sanctuary would huddle in the dungeons like frightened ants.

They closed their eyes and covered their ears with trembling hands, as if to draw a clear line between themselves and the hell outside.

Until the aliens finished their bloody massacre and left on their own, until the smell of blood was buried by the wind and sand.

Only then would they stagger out of the dungeon and live their lives in this devastated hell.

"No more, I promise!"

Vulkan gripped the hilt of the warhammer tightly, silver lines faintly emerging under his dark skin, like some mysterious runes.

"I promise you this, brother." Ferrus gazed at Vulkan. "I will never let you fight alone!"

The two brothers looked at each other in silence, but their eyes were firmer than steel.

The father was in the city, but it was too late for them to save everyone.

It is impossible for them to hide under the protection of their father's wings forever. Sooner or later, the children will leave their parents' nest and venture out on their own.

The dawn of Nocturne must also be forged by the Nocturne people themselves with their blood, otherwise they will not cherish it and will not have true enlightenment.

Hundreds of people gathered around them, including Nocturne people and Medusa survivors. They held hammers, spears, swords and hand-polished lumberjacks in their hands. They were united and their morale was high, just because the Primarch stood in the crowd!

The Dark Eldar are cloaked in gloomy garb, riding raider bikes but not using their advanced weaponry.

Because they only see hunting and not war, many of them don't even carry guns, as carrying guns will only make them ridiculed by other Dark Eldar.

They would slit the throats of their prey with their blades, listen to their screams and wails before death, and absorb their pain.

They use pain to heal wounds, torture to fill emptiness, and blood to quench desires. This is the way of survival for the Dark Eldar!

They scaled Hesiod's walls with the agility of cheetahs, and when they saw the gathering crowd, they showed no sign of panic. Instead, they giggled at each other, baring their teeth and with a morbid glee in their eyes.

The more the prey resists, the more excited they become!

Simple slaughter is boring; the futile struggle of the prey is the most delicious spice of hunting!

Those hunters known as nightmares landed on the city walls in an almost artistic manner, their slender limbs wrapped in close-fitting leather armor, and the blades entangled in their braids reflected a deadly cold light as they moved.

Their every move carries an arrogance towards mortals, yet exudes incredible elegance, and their eyes are filled with a desire to kill.

As they rushed towards the crowd, they let out chilling, evil laughs.

And all Vulkan had in response to her was a hammer.

"Crack!"

Nightmare tried to dodge, but was still hit on the head by the hammer accurately.

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, her beautiful face collapsed under the heavy blow, and bone fragments, blood and brain matter mixed together and exploded.

The Dark Eldar's body slammed against the battlements like a rag doll, leaving a sticky trail of blood on the stone surface, which slowly flowed along the cracks between the stones.

"Alien, die!"

Ferrus's roar was like thunder, and his tall body was like a violent hurricane, rushing into the group of aliens with a devastating force.

He wielded his hammer, like a god of war descending.

Each strike was packed with destructive force, and wherever it went, the aliens were covered in blood and flesh.

Some heads exploded like ripe fruits, some chests collapsed under the heavy blows, and all the bones in the body were shattered.

No enemy could withstand the wrathful hammers of the Primarchs. These dark Eldar who slaughtered mortals wantonly were like fragile dolls in front of them and were easily torn to pieces.

The Primarch's heroic performance was like a burning torch, inspiring the fighting spirit of mortals.

Only a few Dark Eldar were able to break through the defenses of Vulkan and Ferrus, but those xenos who managed to escape the Primarch's hammers soon fell into the vengeful wrath of the mortals.

The Medusa survivors' lumberjacks spewed out flames and bullets poured out like a rainstorm.

Although the Dark Eldar dodged and moved with inhuman agility, the dense barrage of bullets still made it impossible for them to escape.

Whenever an alien staggered after being hit by a bullet, the surrounding Nocturne people would rush forward like a tide, smashing the alien's head with hammers, piercing the enemy's chest with spears, and chopping those elegant hunters into meat paste with rough blades.

Although the weapons of the Nocturne people are simple, their anger after being enslaved and slaughtered by the Dark Eldar for thousands of years has finally been vented at this moment!

Amid the cries of mortals, the Nocturne people seemed to want to put an end to their nightmare once and for all.

"Ferus!"

Vulkan's roar pierced the battlefield, and Ferrus immediately understood, his iron body blocking his brothers like a wall.

The warhammers they had forged for each other had long since been broken in the fierce battle. Even the Primarch's smithing skills were at the pinnacle, but any weapon made of iron could not withstand the sharp blades of the Dark Eldar. Now only twisted metal wrecks remained.

But the Primarch still has a pair of iron fists!

"when--!"

Clive's broadsword flashed a cold light in the air, but this power sword that could easily cut through any solid armor was now clamped by Ferrus's iron hand! Ferrus's left palm tightly grasped the trembling blade, and his right hand had already grabbed the head of the Dark Eldar wearing a spiked helmet.