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

Dammex: "I think so. I am now just like you were before."

Perturabo corrected stubbornly, "I haven't been twisted for a long time, long time."

Dammex: "Wop is definitely better at parenting than I am."

"So when are we going on an outing? Or to the theatre?"

Perturabo suddenly asked, and Dammecus immediately became interested.

"Let's put on a show! There's a new troupe in Rocks. Their performances are quite famous in the Twelve City-States. What do you think?"

Perturabo: "Father will be back tomorrow, preferably within three days."

Dammex realized he was referring to Wop and smiled knowingly, "How about tomorrow afternoon?"

Perturabo: "I don't dislike the theatre, but I suggest you go on an outing."

"Why?" Dammecus asked in confusion.

Perturabo: "You don't exercise enough. An irregular lifestyle and long-term alcoholism are also affecting your health. I still recommend running five kilometers every morning, but it's a pity you never listen."

Damecus looked down at his swollen belly and blushed, but he quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Please spare my old bones. I'm not like you young people. Five kilometers would kill me!"

“You can start with one kilometer and gradually increase it every day.”

Dammecus: "Then why don't you exercise?"

Perturabo's voice was very calm. "I am the Primarch, and my physiological functions far exceed those of a mortal. Even if I spent all my time every day on regular exercise, I would not be able to achieve the same effect as training."

"That's not an excuse, but it really doesn't make sense to me and I have to focus my time on more valuable work."

"These drawings?"

Dammecus picked up a blueprint scattered on the ground. It was a monster made of steel with a ferocious outline, which was very impressive.

"Is this the weapon you ordered the craftsmen to secretly create? What is it called?"

Dammecus was both shocked by Perturabo's wild ideas and curious about the grandeur of this steel behemoth.

"Tanks, an ancient design originating from Ancient Terra, are still used today. Olympia may have had them, but the technology to build them has been lost, and our vehicles are still steam-powered."

Dammecus asked, "Can it breach the walls of other cities? You should have seen the walls of Locus. Other cities are just as magnificent as ours."

"easy."

Dammecus was horrified, but he trusted Perturabo; his son never exaggerated.

Damek looked troubled, "Now I'm starting to worry if Rocks can make it. This isn't Invert."

Dammex only had a partial understanding of the design, but he could see how complex the tank's design was.

He had seen Invit's appearance in the Thinker on Perturabo, where the ice nest was truly magnificent and had once frustrated him greatly.

But he soon felt relieved because his son was also a Primarch.

In this respect, Olympia and Invert are equal, as they both have a Primarch.

Perturabo: "The technological limitations do bother me, but producing just the basics isn't difficult."

"These design drawings are not prepared for Olympia. This is my gift to Invicta. Invicta's factory can easily complete its design."

Dammex felt a little guilty. "Sometimes I think that maybe you should have been born into a better world."

"There is no better world," Perturabo said. "There are many worlds with more advanced technology than Olympia, but this is the only world where I have my family and my father. This is the best world."

"But it is true that there is a gap between Orin and other worlds."

"So I'm here, I'm here to bridge the gap, otherwise what else can I do for Olympia?"

Dammecus sighed softly. "The war isn't your fault. It's my decision as the tyrant. Don't worry, I won't let you bear the blame."

Perturabo shook his head with a determined look. "I will not excuse my actions, but unity is imperative."

"If the Empire descends, its fleet, covering the entire sky and the sun, could intimidate other city-states into submitting peacefully. But some things might descend before the Empire does, as they have already done many times."

"If we remain divided, we will be vulnerable. Only a united Olympia can survive their invasion."

"I will negotiate with the other city-states, but if they insist on refusing, then war will be the only way to peace."

"I will bring war to Olympia, but I will also bring true peace."

"War will destroy old Olympia, and I will rebuild it with my own hands. Only then will people be convinced of the necessity of war!"

……

Even the bitterest cold of Eternal Night has no effect on Dorne.

The Primarchs can face the most extreme and harsh environments with ease. Even if they are exiled to the vacuum of the universe, they can survive with their extraordinary bodies.

This is the Primarch.

But they are still born from mortals.

For Dorn, the most brutal trials of Inverte were as easy as a picnic.

The risk of getting lost is far greater than in Invert's nature.

But Dorn would not get lost. Even if he turned around in circles and became dizzy, he could still accurately identify the direction.

When he arrived at the entrance of the ice nest exposed on the surface, the heavy alloy gate slowly opened in front of him.

He saw several familiar figures behind the gate. They had already arrived through the ice cave in a hovercraft.

Wop: "Where did the blood come from?"

Afraid that Wop would worry, Dorn explained seriously, "I was attacked by a wild beast shortly after leaving the Ice Nest. I killed it. These are just blood splatters. I'm not injured."

"Don, wipe your face quickly." Saphir handed a hot towel to the boy, his voice full of concern.

"Thank you, Sister Saphir."

The wind and frost left a layer of ice on Dorn's face, and a few frozen bloodstains were particularly glaring.

Although the actual damage was zero, it made him look quite embarrassed.

Dawn took a towel and wiped the blood off his face, but there were still a few stubborn stains.

"Lower your head." Saphir called softly, holding another hot towel in her hand.

Dorn leaned over silently, and Saphir stood on tiptoe, gently wiping every stain for him.

Wop: "Did the journey go smoothly?"

He did not follow Dorn secretly, as any form of interference in the trial would be considered a failure.

Although Wop was confident that no one would discover him, Wop believed that Dorn was capable of handling the trial alone.

Secret interference is actually a questioning and contempt for the Primarch's ability.

"Easy." Dawn's voice came through the towel, sounding muffled. "Grandpa, does this mean I've passed the trial? Are there any other tests?"

Old Dorn smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What else do you think there is?"

Don: "It was so easy, I thought it would be more challenging."

Old Dorn couldn't help laughing. "Don't let anyone else hear this. Not everyone can be like you."

Mortals have to face a life-or-death struggle when going through trials, otherwise those who can pass the trials wouldn't be so rare and wouldn't be respected by the various clans.

Dawn: "That's why they need me."

If only mortals could be as powerful as him, humanity would no longer need the Primarch's protection, and this is the future Dorn strives for.

The elevator descended smoothly, and Old Dorne solemnly warned, "Passing the trial is only the beginning, child. You still need to solve one thing before you can truly gain the recognition of the Dorne clan."

"Clan Lann?" Dorn seemed to have anticipated what old Dorn was going to say.

Old Dorn smiled with relief. "In recent years, Clan Lann has been attacking Clan Dorn's outposts and ice nests. Their attacks have become increasingly frequent in recent months. This crisis is a godsend. Probus and Dean will assist you. As long as you can end the war, no one will oppose you."

Although Old Dorne is the leader of the Dorne clan, he cannot represent the entire Dorne clan.

If he wants all the members of the Dorne clan to recognize Dorne, he must achieve outstanding achievements.

Whether Dorne persuades the Lann clan to accept peace or leads the Dorne clan to defeat the Lann clan, he can achieve his goal.

Probus and Dean were the sons of old Dorne. They were both excellent warriors but lacked the talent to rule.

Old Dorne had tried to train them as his heirs, but he now had a better choice.

……

Under the ground of Invert, there is a wide underground river.

It winds for thousands of kilometers along the boundary between day and eternal night, under a thousand-meter-deep ice field.

This underground river gave birth to thousands of tributaries, and many tribes migrated from one ice nest to another along the river. The Lann clan lived at the lowest reaches of the river and controlled the largest tributary.

They too have ice nests, but theirs are too small to travel to the surface, nor are they eligible for a seat on the Invert Imperial Council.

The vast empire outside of Invert has nothing to do with them; their world is only in this small underground area.

"The Chosen One!"

That's what people call him.

According to the ancient prophecy passed down from generation to generation by the Lann clan, one day the chosen one will swim downstream and lead the Lann clan in a glorious holy war against their old enemy!

Nineteen years ago, a patrol of Clan Dorne found an abandoned baby on a riverbank.

Not far away was the body of a woman, skinny and covered in wounds, but still maintaining a fighting posture.

Beside her lay the bodies of two men, wearing the armor of the Dornish clan.

The dying mother spent her final moments protecting her child, dying alongside two heavily armed soldiers.

But if no one takes care of her child, he will die soon.

But fate gave him a second chance and his adoptive mother adopted him.

She was a formidable woman, and with her sword she persuaded those who advocated returning him to the Dornish clan to settle the matter, convincing the Lann clan that the Dornish clan wanted him dead because they recognized him as the Chosen One.

He is destined to lead the Lann clan against the Dorne clan!

So he got a name, Fafnir Lane.

People look to him to lead the Lann clan and hope that the Lann people can gain a place in the wider world.

He studied with his mother, day after day.

It wasn't until he was sixteen that he finally became an adult.

He lived up to the expectations of the Lann clan and defeated the Lann clan's strongest warrior at the age of sixteen.

The Lann clan firmly believed that he was the chosen one.

They were willing to be led by him.

At the age of sixteen, he became the patriarch.

Many clans heard of his legend and came to join him.

Those powerful Ice Caste clans also began to contact him actively and secretly provide arms to the Lann clan.

So three years ago, he launched a war against the Dorne clan.

But he still had some concerns at that time.

The Dorne clan is famous, and he shoulders the future of the Lann clan. A rash war may destroy the entire clan.

At first, they only dared to attack the outposts of Clan Dorne, and repeatedly launched sneak attacks between the ice caves and the dark river, making Clan Dorne exhausted.

The arms of other clans are still being shipped to the Lann clan. They have been accumulating strength and waiting for the day to actually launch a war.

The frequency of their attacks increased, and they hoped to lure the Dornish clan into attacking or into negotiating with them.

He didn't have to lead Clan Lann to completely defeat Clan Dorne. They only needed to capture an ice nest so that Clan Lann could truly have a place.

There is no need to become mortal enemies with Clan Dorne. The multiple ice nests controlled by Clan Dorne are opportunities left to weak clans.

This is Invicta's rule.

The Dorne clan is merely the overseer of those ice nests, and they only have the right to rule over one of them.

Even if they seized the Ice Nest, they would still be in the upper hand legally.

As long as they can enter the parliament and have a seat, the Dorne clan will recognize their status.

If Clan Dorne is willing to negotiate with them and give up an ice nest to Clan Lann, they can have a place in the Empire.