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

Imperial Truth is the Maginot Line of 30K, which is to prevent corruption from fermenting among the lower classes.

In official history, the corruption started from the top, and the Four Gods did not break through the defenses of the Imperial Truth, they simply bypassed it.

Once the defense line is bypassed, no matter how strong it is, it loses its meaning and can only be abandoned over time.

"You have betrayed the gods! This is the punishment of the gods!"

On the stage, the troupe is performing the fourth act of "Antaram".

A murderous sect dedicated to the god of death, Tanatoi, sent a large number of assassins to surround the actor who played Antaram.

All the soldiers who played the Golden Apple Army fell to the ground.

"Isn't this right?" Dammecus frowned. Wasn't there only one assassin in the original script?

Why are there so many people?

And why would they pull out pistols? Don’t assassins use spears?

The blood in Dammecus' body seemed to freeze in an instant, because he saw those assassins who were playing the role of assassins pointing the black muzzles of their guns at him.

"Die! Blasphemer!"

The assassin yelled frantically and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

The assassins pulled the trigger in unison and fired several shots at Dammex.

Their target is not just Dammex, but Dammex's entire family!

Perturabo is a blasphemer, and the Dammecus family who adopted him must also be blasphemers. They all must die!

Screams immediately erupted in the field, and nobles and citizens fled in panic.

Perturabo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he reacted in a nanosecond, using his broad back to protect Wop and his sister.

He is the original body and will not die even if he is shot dozens of times, but his sister and father are mortal and cannot withstand bullets.

But even the Primarch couldn't protect everyone in this situation. Dammecus and Heracles were too far away, sitting several meters away. He didn't have time to protect everyone at the same time.

However, at this critical moment, time seemed to freeze.

Wop's voice was muffled and panting, "Rangrang, Abo, you're hugging me so tightly that I can't breathe."

Perturabo was startled and loosened his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw dozens of bullets suspended in the air, wrapped in amber-like blue ripples.

Wop hadn't taken action for so long that he almost forgot that his father was a psychic.

Chapter 201 I fought against the original body, is it true or false? (5K)

From ancient times to the present, assassination has been very cost-effective.

Especially during war, using a few assassins to replace enemy commanders and dismantle the enemy's command system is often a very effective tactic.

For example, the Space Marines' boarding and decapitation operations are also a form of tactical assassination, which will bring huge benefits if successful.

Whoever planned this assassination attempt on the Rocks royal family, their strategic intentions were quite clear.

If the assassination succeeds, the death of Dammecus and his direct bloodline will inevitably lead to a power vacuum. Rocks will be leaderless, and those collateral bloodlines will be caught in endless bloody infighting for the throne, and other city-states can also take advantage of the situation.

However, the assassins made a fatal mistake and ignored Wop.

They focused all their attention on the conspicuous giant Perturabo and completely ignored Wop who was always hidden in the background.

He was only the Primarch's mentor and did not hold an important position in the Rocks government. His status was very low.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was qualified to serve in the palace because he had won the favor of the Primarch.

Although Wop publicly demonstrated his psychic abilities several years ago, times have changed and most people have long regarded the rumors as nonsense.

If he really has such powerful strength, how could he be just a teacher?

However, when the assassins' bullets solidified in mid-air as if they were stuck in amber, the assassins were still pulling the triggers in vain, making a snapping sound.

These assassins disguised as actors found it difficult to carry their bulky rifles onto the stage, and the pistols hidden in their arms had been used up in the previous shooting.

They were aiming for a fatal strike, and the first assassination had the highest success rate, so naturally no one would deliberately leave bullets.

The assassins acted decisively and immediately attacked the tyrant and his family.

Even if they managed to escape the theater, Rocks would hunt them down the entire time.

They are not locals and cannot hide at all.

Besides, these assassins are all death warriors. As long as they are not dead, the mission has not failed!

Wop: "Abo, catch them!"

Perturabo pounced on the assassin like a nimble cheetah, and the explosive force of his leap even caused the marble floor to crack and shatter under his stomping.

"Protect the tyrant!"

The captain's roar echoed in the chaotic theater, and more than a dozen guards in gold and white armor built a human wall around the tyrant with their flesh and blood.

The crowd had already fallen into chaos due to panic.

Nobles and commoners jostled for the exit, gold-rimmed wine glasses tumbling from overturned couches, soaking the precious carpet.

Enan, one of the Twelve Wisdom Ones, was being evacuated by guards, his purple robe torn by the crowded crowd.

Mondak was loyal and ordered his guards to guard the periphery as well.

But at this moment, the situation was dangerous and he did not dare to approach rashly, for fear of being mistaken for an accomplice of the assassin.

Dammecus shouted, "I don't need your protection, go help my son!"

Once the surprise of the assassination was lost, the assassin had no chance of winning in close combat with the battle-hardened royal guards.

Seeing that the assassination attempt was about to fail, the assassins quickly adjusted their tactics and placed all their hopes on Perturabo, who took the initiative to attack.

"Kill this blasphemer!"

The leading assassin roared. In their eyes, assassinating Perturabo was clearly a higher priority than the tyrant.

The assassins descended upon Perturabo, attempting to drag him down into the inferno with a wave of men.

But the Primarch's counterattack was more fierce than their siege. He smashed the assassin's head with one punch, and skull fragments mixed with blood splattered out.

He slapped the other assassin with his backhand, shattering his ribs and instantly collapsing his chest. He flew backwards several meters like a rag doll and hit the stage, his spine twisted and bent, and he slid to the ground.

The death of their accomplice did not make this group of death warriors retreat. They rushed towards Perturabo one after another, shouting the battle cry of "blasphemers must be killed", looking like a group of fearless fanatics.

However, they were facing a Primarch.

An assassin attempted a flank attack, piercing Perturabo's lower back with a cold dagger.

But Perturabo's reaction was faster than lightning. He constructed a perfect tactic in a nanosecond, and the assassin's sneak attack was always within his expectation.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the assassin's wrist, and with a light squeeze, he crushed the wrist bone, and blood flowed out softly.

But Perturabo did not kill them. He had to leave some of them alive to find out who was the mastermind behind the incident.

Amid the assassin's heart-wrenching screams, Perturabo threw him towards the tyrant's guards.

"Snapped!"

Perturabo grabbed an assassin's head with his backhand and swung him like a flail, knocking down two attackers. He then threw the assassin like a blunt object, knocking down another assassin.

The throw was delivered with a force carefully calculated by the Primarch, enough to dislocate the assassin's spine on impact, but not enough to kill him instantly.

Perturabo would not let them die easily, that would be too merciful.

"Blasphemer, I curse you, the gods will spit on you!"

The last assassin roared and rushed towards Perturabo, but Perturabo grabbed his throat and lifted him off the ground.

The assassin's feet kicked in vain in the air, his eyes burning with fanatical flames.

"Crack!"

Perturabo crushed his right wrist bone, and the dagger slipped from his fingers amid the assassin's screams, falling to the ground with a crisp clang.

"Curse?" The Primarch's voice was icy cold. "Then let your god come to me personally!"

The guards rushed forward and took all the assassins under control.

These assassins play assassins from the murderous cult of Tanatoi, and all wear dramatic, hideous masks on their faces.

Perturabo pulled off his mask, revealing a face covered in tattoos, the distinctive facial tattoos of the Draconians, a symbol of their devout devotion to the god of murder.

These are true murder cult assassins.

Draconia, this city-state is famous for raising assassins, and the murder cult is respected there like nobility.

These shadowy assassins are notorious in other city-states, but only in Draconia are their assassinations considered divine judgments.

But their facial tattoos cannot prove that Deleconia is the mastermind behind this.

Like temples that offer sexual favors for a fee, murder cults can help assassinate anyone for a sufficient sum of money.

The assassin's assassination of him may indeed have the reason of "blasphemy", but his blasphemy has not happened overnight, why didn't he assassinate him earlier?

He traveled from the palace to the Anvil Camp every day without any guards, and this habit of his was known throughout the city.

If the target was only him, the assassin would have had plenty of opportunities to kill him and would have done it long ago.

The assassin disguised himself as an actor and mixed into a well-known theater troupe in advance. He also chose to act in the theater. It was obviously a carefully planned act.

The entertainment of the Olympians was quite meager, consisting of banquets, drama, art, and hunting.

But Perturabo did not like watching plays, and their target was Dammecus, a tyrant whose obsession with drama was well known to everyone in Locus.

The performance on stage provided the perfect cover for the assassination, and the scene of the drama itself made it possible for any action taken by the assassins to appear seamless.

They timed their attack perfectly, launching it during the most intense fourth act of Antarram.

This should have been a seamless assassination, with the entire process from drawing the gun to firing all the bullets completed within a few seconds.

Once the tyrant died at the hands of the gun, they could take advantage of the audience's shock and panic and escape unscathed in public.

Perturabo threw the assassin out, and he crashed onto the couch like a kite with a broken string, curling up and twitching in pain.

"Father, who suggested that you bring us to the theater?" Perturabo turned around and asked the tyrant.

The assassins' target was the tyrant, but it was no coincidence that they seemed to have anticipated the presence of his family.

The assassins had apparently been lurking in the troupe for a long time, waiting patiently for the tyrant to fall into their trap.

This family gathering was the tyrant's idea, and Perturabo was not informed until yesterday. How did the assassin know about it?

The tyrant had obviously guessed that someone was secretly colluding with the assassins, and his face darkened. "Mundak, where is the Ninth Wisdom?"

"My Lord." Mondak lowered his head. "He claimed to be ill today and did not come to the theater."

"Immediately send people to seal the city gates and capture the Ninth Canzhi!"

The Ninth Wisdom suggested that he bring his family to the family gathering to repair the relationship between them.

He originally praised the Ninth Wisdom's proposal, but now he just wants to cut the Ninth Wisdom into pieces!

If it weren't for Wop and Perturabo, he would have been a corpse by now!

Few people knew in advance that he would come to the theater today. Apart from their own people, the Ninth Canzhi was the most suspicious.

Even if the servants in the palace wanted to betray the tyrant, they had no channels to do so, and they had no chance to come into contact with the assassins.

Unless they were also arranged to be with the tyrant early on.

But this possibility is very low, because the servants in the palace are all the tyrant's household servants, and have served the royal family for generations.

Servants are far less likely to betray than nobles.

Once the tyrant is dead, the servants will only receive some financial rewards and may even be silenced, but the nobles can take advantage of the chaos to make further progress.

Although the Twelve Wisdoms have a high status, there are also some who have ambitions to seize power and usurp the throne.

Dammecus was convinced that the Ninth Wisdom had evil intentions. It was he who suggested that the tyrant bring his family to watch the play, but he himself did not come. It was obvious that he was well aware of the dangers of watching a play!

"Father, this is inappropriate," Perturabo said cautiously. "The officers in this army are all nobles. Mobilizing them hastily might alert the enemy. Whoever planned this assassination must have a backup plan. We don't know who else was involved."

The assassination was long-planned, and certainly the rebellion was too.

Dammecus frowned, "But if we don't mobilize the army, how can we suppress the rebellion?"

Although it is still just an assassination at the moment, there is no direct evidence that the Ninth Wisdom was involved.