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

"Crack!" Heraclon took a bite.

The pancake was not mixed with bran or sawdust, so it wasn't difficult to swallow. He wasn't that delicate.

Heracles chewed his bread and asked vaguely, "Are we going to stay here all day?"

Perturabo: "From today on, I will train with them every day."

Heraclon nearly choked, "Why?"

Perturabo's gaze swept over the children. "If you want them to follow you willingly, you must make them accept you and feel that you are one of their own."

Heracles was gloomy, but he couldn't let go of his dignity, after all, he was a prince.

Perturabo tore the bread slowly. He would eat and train with the Anvil Battalion, but he would not live with them.

He was not greedy for the soft bed in the palace, but he was their leader after all, and he needed to maintain his dignity.

It didn't matter if he lived in Anvil Camp, he could sleep anywhere, but he couldn't bring trouble to others.

As for who that other person is, it’s definitely not Heraclon.

It didn't matter what he chose, Perturabo didn't care.

Heracles asked hesitantly, "But if we come here every day, what will the other nobles say?"

Perturabo: "Why do you care what others think?"

Heraclon hesitated and did not answer.

Perturabo spoke for him, "Because they are nobles, and you are a prince, you belong to the same aristocracy and circle."

"So you care about the opinions of the nobles, but you don't care about the gossip of the common people. These common people are destined to be from two different circles from you."

Heracles' lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to argue.

Perturabo: "Don't misunderstand me, my brother. I am not accusing you, I am merely stating the facts."

"And you, Perturabo, to which circle do you belong?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Heracles voice. He knew that Perturabo was not targeting him, but he still couldn't help but have complicated emotions.

Perturabo: "I belong to the human community."

Heraclon: "So, you love everyone equally?"

"No." Perturabo shook his head slightly. "I am not that selfless, but I will guide them."

"why?"

“Because I have the ability.”

Heraclon suddenly laughed at himself, "I thought I was arrogant enough, but compared to you, I'm nothing."

Perturabo was right. He did not consider himself to be in the same circle as the common people. He only cared about the evaluation of the aristocratic circle.

But Perturabo, he didn't care about anyone.

He sees his human race as a circle and himself as a part of it.

This is no lie.

But human beings as a whole can be divided into many circles, both horizontal and vertical, and everyone can find his or her own comfort zone.

But Perturabo wanted to smash all these circles to pieces. He belonged only to the whole, transcending the world and being above all other circles.

Heraclon sighed, "How high and mighty!"

Perturabo does not love everyone selflessly, but he looks down upon everyone equally.

Perturabo turned his gaze to Wop. "What path have my other brothers chosen?"

Wop: "Different paths, but the same destination."

Perturabo still remembers his brother, but their paths are different.

No two paths are exactly alike, not even Sanguinius and Fulgrim.

But they are all fighting for humanity as a whole, so there is no need to be too picky about the details.

Perturabo suddenly asked, "What if... I want you to walk only on my path?"

"I reject."

“What if my path is better than theirs?”

"Excellence doesn't have to come at the cost of denying others. Even if your path is better than theirs, it doesn't prove their path is wrong. I won't give up on anyone, I just need to believe in them."

"Who do you trust, then?"

"Everyone."

"including me?"

"including you."

Perturabo lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He never sought to monopolize Wop, nor did he question the worth of his other brothers' respective paths; it was never his intention.

On the contrary, he feared that his brothers would deny his ways.

He is not "I", he is "they".

As long as he has Wop's promise, he can go forward without hesitation!

Chapter 191 Invert (5K)

"when!"

Wop woke up to the sound of metal knocking. The biting cold made him sneeze, and the white breath he exhaled condensed in the icy wind.

Before my eyes was a cold and lonely wasteland. The dark red sun hung high in the sky, but the faint light it cast could not bring any warmth.

The cold wind tore at the exposed skin like a blade, and every breath was like swallowing tens of millions of sharp razors, cutting wantonly between the lung lobes and bringing heart-wrenching burning pain.

The harshness of this world is comparable to the winter in Fenris.

This world of ice and snow has the same distinctive features as the mountainous Olympia.

"Invit, it's exactly what I thought."

Wop whispered to himself, his psychic energy forming an invisible barrier to keep the severe cold out.

"when!"

The knocking of metal continued, and its owner seemed to be becoming more and more impatient.

Wop followed the sound and stepped over the snow. The psychic barrier emitted a faint blue light against the blowing snow. The ice crystals attacked the light like a violent storm, creating ripples like raindrops falling into a lake and making a slight sound.

This made Wop almost hidden in the wind and snow, and it was difficult to see his appearance even from a few meters away.

The ice storm was so severe that the sun soon disappeared from the sky, leaving only white snow flying all over the sky.

But this snowy world is not beautiful, but full of deadly dangers.

Even compared with Fenris, it is not inferior, or even better.

The dangers of Fenris mainly come from low temperatures and wild beasts, but Invit's ice storm can freeze anyone in it into an ice sculpture in seconds.

And Invert is a pure world of ice and snow, and it is like this all year round.

This means that survival on the surface is nearly impossible for the Invites, as raging ice storms would destroy any settlements.

If anyone lived on the surface, they would have to be nomadic.

Wop murmured, "If I remember correctly, Invit should be locked by its sun."

Tidal locking is a common phenomenon in the universe, occurring between Mercury and the Sun, the Moon and Terra, and most stars and their satellites.

He could see the sun, proving he should be on the sunny side.

But it is still cold here, so this should be the equatorial twilight zone.

In theory, the equatorial twilight zone is the only habitable zone in the world.

But extreme climate change still makes this place full of dangers. At least Wop doesn't think a normal person can survive the ice storm just now.

He turned his back to the dark red sun and walked towards the dark front shrouded in eternal night.

The storm carrying ice crystals was roaring in from the side not to be sunk. As Wop went deeper, he finally followed the sound and found its source: a metal cabin half-buried in the ice. The Roman numeral VII could be vaguely seen on the cabin.

Those impatient knocking sounds were the sounds made by the whistling ice crystals constantly hitting the cabin.

A thick layer of frost covered the surface of the incubator, and a small crater had formed around the cabin, which was being filled by the ice storm.

The observation window of the nursery was covered with ice flowers, but through the crystal ice crystals, you could vaguely see a small figure curled up inside.

"boom!"

The psychic hand tore the hatch of the incubator apart, and the raging storm instantly blew the heavy cabin board dozens of meters away, smashing a deep dent in the ice field.

The biting cold instantly poured into the cabin like a tide, but was blocked by a soft psychic barrier the moment it touched the baby.

The light blue energy was like a cradle, gently wrapping the curled up young body.

The ice crystals collided with the surface of the psychic barrier, creating ripples that looked like a crystal halo.

Wop carefully held the baby in his arms. A thin layer of frost had already formed on the baby's skin, and his skin had turned blue from the cold.

The time when the incubator fell is unknown, but it was definitely not today, at least it has been some time.

This child has spent a long time alone on this ice field. If no one finds him, he will probably stay in the incubator until he grows up.

The baby gradually stretched out his body in the warm embrace and rubbed against Wop's arms unconsciously.

"It's okay, because I'm here."

Now that the Primarch has been found, the next step is to find someone. Wop doesn't want to stay in the ice field forever.

Besides, Perturabo's education is not over yet.

Who knows, he might return to Olympia as soon as he fell asleep; the Primarch, who had not yet grown up, still needed him.

Although Wop believed that Perturabo would not become a twisted monster even without him, he could not just leave.

Since you have taught, you must be responsible to the end. It would be too irresponsible to give up halfway.

Wop walked into the eternal night, following the direction he came from.

The dark red sun gradually disappeared in the raging ice storm, like an extinguished charcoal fire with no trace of residual warmth.

There was only cold darkness all around, and Wop's psychic barrier glowed with a faint blue light in the darkness, illuminating the snow path within three meters.

The ice storm was still raging, ice crystals constantly hitting the barrier, and the fine ripples almost merged into one.

Wop didn't know where to go. There were no conspicuous landmarks or special guidance in his direction.

Without reason, he followed his instincts.

And his intuition has always been accurate.

Wop was walking on a flat, narrow ridge, with bottomless ice abysses on both sides. Any mistake would result in him being crushed to pieces.

The snow, sculpted by the ice storm, formed continuous waves, like frozen white waves.

Gradually, the ice storm stopped, or perhaps Wop walked out of the range of the ice storm.

The sky was finally no longer dark, and stars dotted the black curtain, casting their light on the ice field.

Broken icicles were faintly visible in the blizzard, and the angular ice crystals looked like clear glass, appearing a deep blue under the starlight.

"Stay close to me, don't get attacked by that beast!"

"Protect Saphir!"

Wop heard the crowd's exclamations and he quickened his pace following the sound.

With a wave of his hand, a psychic flare whizzed towards the source of the sound, tearing a dazzling curtain of light in the eternal night.

The flares were like blue suns, illuminating the area within a radius of hundreds of meters as bright as day.

Four warriors were standing back to back to form a defensive circle. They were all wearing cold-proof clothes decorated with metal armor plates and holding swords and guns in their hands.

The old warrior holding a laser gun was commanding the other three, two young warriors, and a petite girl.

Twenty meters away from them, a six-legged beast was crawling in the darkness.