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

The Dark Eldar are the rulers of Commorragh, but they have also plundered countless species from all over the galaxy, and these species have also reproduced in Commorragh, especially the Orks, whose population size is incalculable.

This is just a city.

There are many node cities similar to Comoros in the Webway, many of which have been abandoned, but some are still inhabited by the Eldar.

These Eldar are not all Dark Eldar, there are also Harlequins and remnants similar to the Ark Eldar or Savage Eldar.

Abandoned cities are no safer than inhabited cities, and warp demons are rampant in these cities.

The danger of the Webway is by no means less than the various aliens in the real universe.

Humanity's war to conquer the Webway will inevitably turn into a protracted war, and humanity must rely on the powerful logistical system of the real universe for support.

In the Emperor's plan, the Great Crusade must first unify the galaxy and save the people from disaster. The next step is to control the Webway and finally ascend to become a psionic species.

Neos: "Do you have any questions?"

Vukan stepped forward and asked, "Father, what do you think of our offspring?"

Wop was never reluctant to tell the truth, but Vulkan still hoped to hear the answer from the Emperor himself.

What exactly are they and their Legions in the Emperor's heart?

Just as his father had expected, the Emperor deserved a stage to demonstrate his will.

After all, they are father and son. Even if they understand each other tacitly, some things still need to be said in order for them to understand each other.

If they don't say it out loud, this tacit understanding will eventually deteriorate.

Neos: "My expectations for you are by no means limited to this corner of the Milky Way. The challenges ahead will be even more difficult than the Milky Way itself."

"Even if you fear that I will abandon you after victory, it is not at the end of the Great Crusade. That is far from victory."

"At that time, I still need an unbeatable army. The human race must be defended by warriors and led by wise men."

"You and your legion are the protectors of humanity. The stars are our journey, but they are far from humanity's final destination."

"The Milky Way is just the beginning, and we will eventually ascend."

"Space Marines will evolve over time, but they will never be replaced."

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Ferrus' voice was filled with an indescribable depth. "If this is your will, we are willing to die for your ideals, father."

Vulkan asked in a deep voice, "Father, please tell us, have you ever, even for a moment, truly considered us your children?"

Neos let out a barely audible sigh. "Do I really have to say these words myself?"

"Yes, father." Vukan's eyes burned with a fire of determination. "We need it, and you need to give us an answer, too."

Neos slowly raised his sacred and compassionate face, his voice so soft that it seemed as if he was confessing.

"You are my sons, always have been."

Vukan knelt on one knee, his knees making a dull thud. "Then please continue to guide us, Father."

Ferrus also knelt and bowed his head. "Whatever the road ahead holds."

Perhaps they were not the most perfect Primarchs, nor the noblest, but they were the most dedicated.

Neos's gaze fell on Wop's face, "You have raised my son well."

"You are wrong, this is our son."

"Roar!" Juno, who had been ignored, expressed her dissatisfaction with a dragon roar.

She hates third parties!

Neos: "What's this lady's name?"

"Juno Ignis."

"I guess that's the name you came up with."

"Who else could it be?"

There was a hint of nostalgia in Neos' eyes. He had also conquered a dragon.

……

"Since you knew it would anger your father, why did you do this?"

Corax's question made Curze's mouth curl up into a meaningful smile, "My dear brother, this is the answer."

What is the answer?

Questions swirled in Corax's mind, finally landing on the fact that he was angering his father.

Corax's voice was as cold as a pond. "Is this your purpose?"

Coze: "I am a madman, not a fool. You should be able to tell the difference."

"What about that time with me?"

"You know I'm jealous of you."

"How jealous?"

"I'm as jealous of you as you are of me."

The elegance that Curze exuded in his every move made Corax feel uneasy. They were the Primarchs, and their nobility was innate.

But the impression his brother left on him was very inconsistent with this temperament.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Coz: "May I ask what I did?"

The answer to the question was so simple, so simple that it struck Corax as absurd.

But despite the absurdity, he seemed to understand it.

Corax thought to himself, "Am I prejudicial?"

He was prejudiced against his brother because of the Raven Guard, and his brother's actions against the Raven Guard were indeed excessive.

But other than that, Coze was just going crazy in solitude.

He didn't hurt anyone except Sevatar.

But Sevatar, Corax could tell at a glance that Curze's offspring was as abnormal as he was.

Because the look Sevatar gave him was very friendly, which was definitely not the look a Space Marine should have towards a Primarch.

So what did Coze do?

Corax thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing except Curze's beautiful mental state.

Coze has been working diligently to conquer the galaxy, and he is a respectable brother in the eyes of many brothers.

No one knew the truth except him and Sevatar.

His brother was quite restrained, and he did all this just to get his father's attention.

He has been enduring it all the time and will only explode when his father returns.

A sick child has been enduring for his father, and even if he accidentally does something out of line, it does not cause too much damage.

Isn’t such a child worth pitying?

Corax looked at Curze deeply, he had misjudged his brother.

He is the most scheming one!

Chapter 178 When Life is Easy (5K)

When Wop woke up, he found himself standing on a steep cliff platform. This protruding rock platform was the only foothold on the steep cliff.

The low clouds turned into misty gauze, pouring down from the edge of the cliff and drifting into the valley like ghosts.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a strange light flickered eerily, as if gazing at the mortal world and Wop with inhuman malevolence.

The answer is obvious.

"Olympia."

Only a handful of Primarchs remain, and all worlds haunt Wop's dreams.

Because there are Primarchs on these worlds.

The more he educated the Primarchs, the more Wop came to appreciate the uniqueness of each one, and the bond between him and the Primarchs became deeper and deeper.

Even though he came to Olympia, Wop could remain calm.

Wop looked up, but there was no one above him.

Looking down, there was a bottomless abyss beneath his feet. The thick fog prevented him from seeing the valley below the cliff, but he could vaguely make out the outlines of something climbing upwards.

Wop didn't need to see the man's face to recognize who it was.

He would not appear here for no reason. He and the Primarch were like stars pulling at each other.

Apart from the Primarch, no one would climb rocks with bare hands late at night.

The man looked up and noticed Wop, but he ignored him and continued to climb up in silence.

When he finally approached the platform where Worp was, his shaking arms and rapid breathing revealed that his strength was almost exhausted.

This platform is the only resting place on the cliff.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the edge of the platform, a circle of blue ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

It was as if an invisible hand was standing between him and the platform, giving him a hard push from below.

The climber's body was shaken by the push, and even though his other hand was clinging to the crevice of the cliff, he was still dangling dangerously above the abyss.

He stomped his bare feet in vain on the rock wall, but was unable to find any new support.

He was like a dead leaf swaying in the strong wind, and every slight sway consumed his remaining strength.

He gritted his teeth and held on, but he was still slipping away a little bit.

The climber's vision began to blur, and sweat clouded his eyes.

When his strength was about to run out, he vaguely saw a figure leaning over and extending a hand to him.

The instinct for survival made him use his last bit of strength to raise his arm, and he tightly grasped the life-saving hand.

Just as he was about to fall into the abyss, a firm force pulled him back from the brink of death.

""call--"

The climber collapsed on the edge of the platform, like a stranded fish, swallowing the thin air with all his strength.

"Thank...Thank you."

The climber was only about six or seven years old, and his voice was trembling with breathlessness.

Wop leaned over and looked at the boy with interest. "Thank me for what?"

The boy's chest heaved violently, sweat dripping down the ends of his hair. "Thank you for saving me."

"But you could have climbed up to the platform yourself. You just had to take the last step."

The climber raised his pale face. "Something is stopping me."

Wop: "What do you think that is?"

The climber's answer was decisive, "A stellar vortex!"

He looked past Wop and gazed at the huge eye in the sky.

It wasn't a literal eyeball, but it felt to the climber like an eyeball, emitting an endless amount of malevolence.

He climbed up the rock because of it, and that is why it stopped him.

He believed that.

Wop: "You blame them wrongly."

"Do you know them well?"

"More than you know."

"Are you making excuses for them?"