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

"Roar!" Juno spat out fire.

What kind of person dares to try to scam my man?

Chapter 177 My Struggle (5K)

Blood flowed in winding patterns on the stone slabs, gathering into a sticky swamp, slowly overflowing over Ferrus's dragon-hide boots, and every step was accompanied by an uncomfortable sticky sound.

"Snapped--!"

The torture instruments carefully set up by the aliens were like rotten wood in Vulkan's hands. He tore apart the cages that imprisoned mortals with his bare hands, cut the ropes that bound mortals, and freed them from the twisted torture instruments.

"You are free."

Vukan's voice rolled through the city like thunder. The mortals who survived the disaster stood there in a daze, their eyes reflecting the twisted and alien corpses scattered all over the ground.

At first, there were just a few sporadic suppressed sobs, which soon turned into heart-wrenching cries.

The cry was filled with the pain of torture and the despair of struggling in the darkness.

Ferrus approached, dragging an alien corpse. He scanned the crowd, "Who among you has the highest status?"

A middle-aged man covered in wounds walked out of the crowd. He was hunched over and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I am Officer Evar."

Ferrus tore off the alien's head with one hand, pulling out a bloody spine. He held the bleeding head in front of Evar and said, "Take it and go find the survivors hiding in the dungeon. Tell them that their suffering is over."

Evar caught the head tremblingly, blood dripping through his fingers. He hugged the alien head tightly, as if holding on to some hope.

Ferrus's silver hand rested on Vulkan's shoulder. "We are doing the right thing, brother."

"No, brother, we are on the right track."

Vulkan stared at the village in the distance where black smoke was still billowing out. The aliens were obstacles that had to be cleared on their way.

Despite their vast numbers, Vulkan vowed that one day he would wipe out all the Dark Eldar!

……

"I am Flores, Lord of Epimitos, my lord."

The old man knelt down before the two giants, and behind him was a huge crowd of people kneeling like wheat.

As Flores touched the ground with his forehead, sobs rose and fell behind him.

When the Dark Eldar descended on Nocturne, these mortals could only huddle and tremble in the dungeons, praying that the Dark Eldar would not discover them, and praying that the aliens would leave after looting enough people, even if the people they looted were their relatives.

This is like covering one's ears and stealing the bell, but they have to use silence in exchange for survival.

After all, they are just mortals, and resistance will only lead to destruction. This is the survival wisdom of the Nocturne people soaked in blood and tears.

They also had high hopes that someone could save them from the clutches of the aliens.

At this moment, the pool of solidified blood was soaked with the alien's shattered corpse, and the two giants stood like gods in the sea of ​​corpses and blood!

They cried not out of fear but out of joy.

These devastated mortals finally saw real hope, and these two giants ended the long night that hung over their heads!

Vulkan leaned over and helped the kneeling mortal to his feet. "Stand up, Flores. The Dark Eldar's invasion is history. This land no longer needs their ravages. You can rebuild your homes and no longer hide!"

Flores looked up at the two giants, gratitude and worry intertwined in his eyes. "My Lord, what about you? Will you stay?"

Ferrus looked towards the distant horizon. "The war is not over yet. Other cities are still wailing under the claws of the aliens. People are dying every second. We will not stop until the last alien is crushed!"

Ferrus believed that the underground of Epimethos held secrets that would not remain dormant forever.

But at this moment, the people of Nocturne are still struggling in suffering.

They had not yet liberated Nocturne, had not yet ended the war.

When they return victorious, they will unearth the truth buried deep within this land!

……

From Hesiod to Aesirion, the entire Nocturne star has been singing the myth of the two giants.

They are taller than the tallest warriors. They wear black armor, have silver iron fists, and their bodies are soaked in the blood of aliens.

When the Dusk Ghost raiders arrive again, they are greeted not by the cries of fear of mortals, but by the angry fists of giants.

The aliens that once frightened Nocturne now pile up like mountains.

They are saviors and avengers.

And they also know that this is not a legend. The giants liberated every city attacked by the dark elves. They are the thunder in the darkness!

On the day they returned to Hesiod.

The crimson sky was torn apart by the blazing light, and a huge gilded ship broke through the clouds and descended over Hesiod like a falling sun.

Vulkan and Ferrus felt something in their hearts. They stood side by side in the central square to welcome the arrival of the spaceship.

When the hatch burst open, a golden giant stepped out from the dazzling golden light.

He was the source of light, a brilliant, vibrant ball of blue-white energy, like a spear of judgment piercing the sky.

He is like an eternal beacon, whose radiance cannot be dimmed even by the thickest haze;

He is like a solemn elegy, declaring unquestionable sovereignty wherever it resounds.

He was the most remarkable being Ferrus had ever seen, or imagined.

His golden armor was adorned with the most magnificent ornaments, but so beautiful that Ferrus could not recall or describe them, as if he had worn it since the first day that Heaven visited the world.

He held up a long sword wrapped in eternal fire, and blazing flames flowed across the blade, but it seemed as if it had never burned.

"My sons, Vulkan, and Ferrus."

The giant looked at the equally tall giant and accurately pronounced the names of the two primarchs.

His posture was so solemn that no one could see into his heart through his expression, but Wop seemed to catch a fleeting look of surprise in his eyes.

Wop: "You didn't expect that either?"

Neos: "I certainly didn't expect there would be twins on this trip."

"Ferus didn't land on Nocturne; he came from the Webway."

"Dark Eldar?"

"And the Harlequin."

"That's not surprising. They're not necessarily clowns."

Worp asked in confusion, "Why?"

"The truth has been right in front of you all along."

"Are you being the Riddler?"

Neos's deep eyes seemed to penetrate the veil of time and space.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell the truth, it's that he can't.

"Do you still remember how you taught Chagatai?"

Wop: "I remember that I don't know the true face of Mount Lu. Are you telling me not to get too deeply involved in the mountain?"

"No."

"You're still being the Riddler."

"Not me."

"6."

There was an imperceptible ripple in Neos' eyes, simply because Wop told the truth so casually, but he himself knew nothing about it.

Neos looked back at the Primarch he had ignored, "Volkan, Ferrus, you will return to the Imperium."

He values ​​each of his children, but only after greater concerns, just as he can sacrifice everything for his plans.

There are trade-offs in everything.

He didn't have to cultivate a relationship with his offspring because Wop had already done that for him.

His descendants knew much about his plans, his character and his ruthlessness.

He didn't need to hide.

Although this goes against Neos's plans, he is willing to change his plans for Wop.

Just because Wop believed in him, he also believed in Wop.

This is an emotional judgment and a rational choice.

Vulkan and Ferrus spoke in unison, "And we will serve the Lord of Mankind, Father."

A trace of trance flashed in Wop's eyes. His offspring grew up healthily and became what he expected.

But Nios seemed to have missed a lot because of this. His descendants were full of humanity and called him father.

But Vokhan's parents were other people, and Neos was just Vokhan's gene provider.

None of Neos's descendants had ever been educated by him, and they had never had any emotional ties with him; those belonged to Wop.

Neos reunited with his offspring, but they spoke less and less.

They already knew it, so he didn't need to repeat it.

Apart from the seemingly useless small talk, there was nothing left between them.

Small talk is not meaningless; it is the foundation of building bonds.

If you can't even talk to each other, the so-called feelings are just castles in the air.

Neos is just a socially anxious old father. Even if his education is a failure, he should not completely lose the opportunity for education.

Eleven Primarchs have returned, and now nine remain.

It was difficult for the returning Primarch to become a true father and son with Neos. Even though Wop tried to defend Neos every time and let him leave a great image in the minds of his descendants, it was never left by him personally.

If given the chance, Wop also wants to give Neos some opportunities to perform, even if he himself doesn't care.

Wop: "Nyos, have you ever been to Nocturne during the Golden Age?"

"Never. Why do you ask?" Neos waited quietly for Wop to explain.

Wop told Neos his guess.

Neos: "Theme park worlds? They certainly did build a bunch of them during the Golden Age, but you know me. I was always too busy striving to have fun."

Neos's My Struggle is a true struggle.

Even though he was abandoned by his friends and family and his wife and children left him, he never gave up. He has paid so much for this.

Ferrus: "Then why did you visit Comoros?"

The difference between human theme parks and Comoros is even greater than the difference between meat and vegetarian dishes.

Neos stared at Wop. "You know why."

Wop glared back at Neos, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't ask!"

Ferrus blocked Wops behind him, "Father, this is not your business, I am asking you."

Neos slowly retracted his gaze, "Study, collect, investigate."

The Emperor's visit to Comoros was not to indulge in consumption and debauchery. As a mortal student in Comoros, his purpose was to steal the ancient technology and knowledge of the Eldar and map the topology of the Webway.

"If humanity wants to break free from the shackles of Warp navigation, it must firmly grasp the Webway. However, the Eldar still hold the Webway tightly in their hands, and they are an obstacle to humanity's ascension."

"Comoros is just a city, but it was the hub of the Webway during the heyday of the Eldar Empire."

"It's not a city in the ordinary sense, but a maze formed by the superposition of countless dimensions. Its area, measured in light years, is greater than the sum of thousands of worlds."

Comoros is not a single city, but a myriad of sites.

If you fly at sub-light speed in Comoros, you won't be able to cross the city even if you spend thousands of years.

If someone accidentally falls from a bridge in the Comoros, they will never reach the ground until they die of old age, and murders based on this are common.

Each site is a satellite city, and each satellite city may be the private territory of a conspiracy group.

These stations are connected to each other by secret passages and portals, and these space teleportation shortcuts can span thousands of light years in an instant.

Although the Ark Eldar are very active in the real universe, the largest branch of the Eldar are actually the Dark Eldar.