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

There are also some worlds that are not habitable, but they are colonized by humans because they contain large amounts of precious minerals or other resources.

Examples include Nostramo, Salvation, and other mining, industrial, and forging worlds.

Those worlds of special value usually have unique astronomical and geographical conditions.

Some of them were shaped into different theme parks, while others were used for experiments to transform humans into various strange shapes.

Invicta is an outlier and doesn't fit any of the above descriptions.

Inviter is tidally locked to its sun, with no vegetation growing on the day side and a dead silence on the night side, making it uninhabitable.

There are no valuable minerals on its surface or underground, and even the materials for building the ice nest must be transported from other worlds.

Compared with those worlds that look like theme parks, Invit's environment seems too monotonous and boring.

It's not unique enough, without the dazzling fire of Fenris or the breathtaking trials of Nocturne.

If used in experiments, the Invites did not show significant mutations.

They are indeed more cold-tolerant than the average person, but this variation is negligible compared to other subspecies.

However, hundreds of ice nests have been built underground in Invert. Although the population density is not as high as that of the hive worlds with hundreds of billions of people, the scale of the hive clusters is not inferior.

Moreover, in terms of technological level, Invert has surpassed the average level of existing human colonies, and the Phalanx in orbit is even more incredible.

Even with the technological level of the Human Empire, it is impossible to replicate this engineering miracle of the Dark Age of Technology.

It wouldn't be surprising for such a magnificent star fortress to appear on Terra, Mars, or any other Forge World, but it happened to appear on Invit.

Invert didn't even have the materials to build an ice nest, so it was undoubtedly a fantasy for him to build this huge thing.

Dorn: "Perhaps Invert has some unique mission."

"That's the only explanation," Wop said. "In ancient Terra, every human nation established a gene bank to prevent species extinction due to catastrophic events, preserving as much of Terra's life as possible in the apocalypse."

"Most of these gene banks are built in caves in permafrost or underground, using the environment as their natural protection."

"Invert was probably built for the same purpose. This might be a gene bank established during the Golden Age."

"The Phalanx exists to protect Invit, the golden age gene bank. Any enemy that invades this magnificent star fortress will be ruthlessly annihilated."

"Even if the space battle fails, the blizzards on the Eternal Night Surface can block out prying eyes from outer space, and the ice nests deep underground can also avoid direct bombardment from outer space. In the most unfavorable circumstances, civilization can also thrive underground."

If Invit was really established for the purpose of a gene bank, then Invit has indeed accomplished its mission.

Invit's human civilization has never been interrupted, and the Invites have colonized the entire star cluster with their advanced technology.

They can build their own fleets and have the necessary conditions to revive human civilization.

Although the Phalanx was damaged, Invert must have the technology to repair it, otherwise the Primarch would not have been able to create one out of nothing.

But no shelter is foolproof.

If Invit encounters an enemy that cannot be defeated despite all its efforts, the enemy can use powerful technology to destroy the entire world.

No world can escape the devastating orbital bombardment aimed at destruction.

Invert is just a kind of guarantee, and there may be many similar guarantees in the galaxy.

As long as any one gene pool survives, there is still hope for the revival of human civilization.

Even if Invit is destroyed, as long as the Phalanx is still there, the survivors can still use it to wander in space.

This shows that the builders of the Invit gene bank took great pains.

Dorn said slowly, "Father, when Inverte returns to the Empire, I hope to preserve the status quo as much as possible."

A gentle smile crossed Wop's face, "And I'll support you."

"Besides, you don't have to worry too much. Your father is not an unreasonable person. As long as you are honest with him, he will listen patiently and seriously consider your proposal."

The Primarch would eventually return to the Imperium, and his father would one day come for him.

But even then, he must remember that he is an Invit.

Invert will contribute his part to the Empire, but he must also protect his home.

If necessary, the Invert Empire will continue to exist.

Invert was once the gene bank of the Golden Age, and in the future it can also be the gene bank of the Human Empire.

This is also a guarantee that his plan will fail.

This may explain why the Human Empire has always been so secretive about the existence of Invert.

Because of the natural conditions in Witt, even the Tyranids would find it shabby.

Dorn was silent for a long time. "Father, I have decided to participate in the trial in a week."

Wop's eyes fell on Dorn's face, and his voice was lower than usual, "Have you made up your mind?"

Dawn nodded silently.

"Then do it." Wop gave a complex smile of pride and worry.

Dorn was visibly stunned.

He was prepared to be dissuaded, and if his father insisted on stopping him, it would be difficult for him to convince himself to persist.

But he didn't expect his father to support him so readily.

Wop: "I believe you won't let me down, right?"

Dawn clenched his fist and nodded firmly, "Never!"

He should have waited a little longer, until he grew further and learned more knowledge.

But Dorn was unwilling to wait any longer. He was now much stronger than ordinary people, and he was confident that he could pass the trial!

Only after passing the test will he be qualified to realize his ambitions.

And he will never lose, simply because he carries expectations on his shoulders!

……

The boy stood in the darkness, the biting cold wind carrying ice crystals cut his cheeks like a razor.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and waited quietly in the darkness.

In this ice field shrouded in eternal night, it is difficult for mortals to see the dangers hidden in the darkness.

They could not see in the darkness, and the howling storm would also confuse their perception.

Whenever the strong wind roared between the ice crystal prisms, the sound was like the howling of a ghost.

Even though the boy was not an ordinary person, his vision was limited by the darkness and he could only catch vague outlines.

And that thing almost blended into the surrounding darkness.

The young man held his breath and concentrated, and amid the whistling wind, he accurately captured the almost inaudible low roar.

The predator was hiding nearby, staring at him silently.

He was alone, and he was hungry.

This hunt will happen automatically, and the hungry beast does not have enough intelligence to judge whether it is a trap.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards him along with the biting cold wind.

The boy lowered his body and slid to avoid the beast's attack trajectory.

His sword blade penetrated the beast's lower jaw from bottom to top, cut open along the midline of the abdomen, and finally broke out of the body from the tail vertebrae.

"puff!"

The warm animal blood splashed like rain and froze the moment it hit the ground.

The six-legged beast, neatly cut in half, fell to the ground with a thud, its steaming internal organs scattered on the snow, and were instantly frozen into ice chips.

The boy raised his hand to wipe away the warm blood and flesh that splashed on his face to prevent them from freezing on his face in the extreme cold and freezing his skin.

The boy walked silently on the dark ice field, without confirming the direction, even though he could not see the destination clearly.

This is a trial that belongs only to him.

He had to leave one ice nest and trek across the freezing cold surface to reach another ice nest fifty kilometers away.

No supplies, no support.

This is an ancient ritual passed down through the youth clan for thousands of years. Only those who complete the trial in the extreme cold and darkness are true warriors.

Not everyone will take the trial, and not everyone is eligible to apply for the trial.

But old Dorne underwent the trial, so he could become the head of Clan Dorne.

All Ice Caste clans are no exception, and every clan leader must be a warrior who has successfully challenged the trial.

The cruelty of the trial stems from the harsh natural conditions in Inverte. They not only have to endure the cold, but also have to find their way in the dark.

Any slight deviation in direction will lead to deviation from the destination and complete loss on this ice field.

If they are unfortunately targeted by beasts in the dark, human warriors will find it difficult to resist in the dark.

The most unfortunate will encounter a blizzard, in which mortals will be frozen into ice sculptures in just seconds.

Many leave the Icebrood triumphantly, but only a few pass the test.

The Invites do not need weak leaders; they must be physically and mentally strong enough to lead their people.

He would lead the Dornish clans, then the Inverte, and then the entire Empire.

His brother was about to unify Olympia, and he would end the strife in Inverte.

Chapter 198 Trial (5K)

Dammekos gently pushed open the half-open door of the study. Perturabo was working furiously at his desk, perfecting his design.

Perturabo didn't even look up. "Father, what do you want from me?"

"Don't tire yourself out."

Dammekos walked over slowly, his eyes full of concern. "Actually, we don't have to be so anxious."

"Father." Perturabo looked up. "Olympia must be united, and not just for your sake."

Dammecus had the ambition to unify Olympia, and no one would compete with him.

Perturabo will eventually leave, and Heraclon can go to another world to become a planetary governor.

If he desired glory, he could join Perturabo's legions.

If he has a pioneering spirit, he can also become a Rogue Trader.

Andos is an artist, and the empire will welcome such an outstanding artist.

And his sister might become his steward or interstellar governor of the Olympia Empire in the future.

The empire's advanced technology will improve the living standards of the people of Olympia. A unified Olympia will no longer have disputes and wars, and peace will truly come to this land.

Everyone has a bright future.

Perturabo also had to unify Olympia, which would be very easy with Inverter's technology.

Unfortunately, due to the limitations of Olympia's overall technological level, Perturabo was unable to create technological products that were far ahead of their time.

Dammex: "I'm not telling you to give up, it's just that we haven't had a good conversation in a long time."

Perturabo looked at him suspiciously.

"It's just a polite greeting at the dinner table, a family gathering without any other purpose," Dammex tried to explain, then shook his head self-deprecatingly. "Nothing. Maybe I've just been too sentimental lately."

He looked forward to the day of unifying Olympia, but as it got closer, he became anxious and uneasy.

He was not afraid of war, nor was he worried about his people.

Damecus was a qualified tyrant, but he was not a model of a benevolent monarch who loved his people like his own children.

His descendants were all working hard for this. Perturabo spent all day in his study drawing complex and obscure design drawings, while Heraclon spent every day in the Anvil Camp, playing with the adopted children.

He has given up his pursuit of inheriting the throne and has a new dream of becoming a general.

On the contrary, he, the tyrant, is still dealing with the same political issues as before, which makes him very lonely in his heart.

He had tried his best to avoid alienating his offspring, but it happened anyway.

Perturabo put down his pen and looked directly at Dammekos. "Father, you are so twisted."