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

The nobles in the stands turned pale with fear. Some of them even knocked over their gold-rimmed wine glasses, unaware that the wine had soaked through their clothes.

These steel behemoths, almost as tall as Perturabo, were like moving fortresses, completely overturning their understanding of war!

When the shadow of the main gun passed over the audience, the dark muzzle made many people shudder.

They were afraid that the tanks would accidentally fire, and everyone in the stands would be killed!

"They're absolutely stunning, Abo."

Caliphini had seen the intricate designs on paper, but when she saw these behemoths in person, she couldn't help but hold her breath.

The lines on the drawing were just fanciful ideas after all, but Perturabo turned them into reality!

Perturabo: "They are vulnerable. Their materials and power are too primitive. In a real battle, they are just giant moving targets!"

At the same weight, tanks from other worlds can completely outperform tanks designed by Perturabo.

This wasn't a flaw in Perturabo's design, but rather a fundamental difference in materials.

There are countless human civilizations in the galaxy, and their tank designs are unique, but the materials used are all ceramic steel.

Ceramic steel, a high-performance material with excellent versatility, is stronger than steel and lighter than ceramics.

This means that at the same weight, ceramic steel can be stacked with thicker armor than steel and can withstand more severe blows.

Although there are huge differences in purity and craftsmanship between ceramic steels from different origins, resulting in uneven protective performance, they at least represent the same level of technology.

Olympia didn't even master the technology of smelting ceramic steel, so Perturabo could only use steel to pile up materials madly, relying entirely on the engine power to fly.

A sly look flashed in Caliph's eyes. "But in Olympia, they are the invincible gods of war, just like you, my Abo!"

“There is no God.”

"It's a metaphor! A metaphor! You always love to ruin the atmosphere!"

Caliphine glared up at Perturabo in anger, but the Primarch's towering stature forced her to tilt her neck almost vertically.

My neck is sore before my eyes are dry.

Perturabo was three meters and sixty in height, and the shadow cast by his body alone completely enveloped her, shielding her from the sun's scorching heat.

Perturabo's tibia alone was over a meter long, and his legs were over two meters long.

If Caliphonie wanted to attack Perturabo, she could only strike him in the knees.

So Caliphini decided to use her ultimate move.

"Brother Wop, Abo is bullying me again!"

Perturabo relented immediately. "I apologize, sister. I accept your compliment, but please allow me to reiterate that there are no gods in Olympia!"

Perturabo wasn't good at arguing, but he wasn't afraid of anyone, but his sister always preferred to stay out of the fight.

The referees are all her people, what can he use to fight her?

But they were just joking and never really got angry with each other.

"Okay, Culliphany, you should give in to your brother. And you too, Abo, you should give in to your sister."

As usual, Wop smiled and acted as a peacemaker. After all, all they lacked was a step.

Culliphant gently took Wop's arm and placed her chin on Wop's shoulder affectionately, blinking slightly, "What if she's more than just a sister?"

Perturabo ignored her, and not wanting Wop to pay attention to her, changed the subject.

"Father, is this a wise war?"

Wop: "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and the same thing will appear completely different in the eyes of different people."

"Everything in the world has two sides: supporters cheer and opponents avoid it, and war is no exception."

"Supporters are eager to achieve great things, bring honor to their families, or have a higher purpose."

"Opponents worry that the flames of war will spread to their homes, and their fear of their country being destroyed far outweighs their desire for victory."

“You can’t gain everyone’s support and recognition, and you can never satisfy everyone. What’s important is that you have a clear conscience.”

"Why did you start a war?"

Perturabo: "For unity, for peace."

Division will inevitably ignite war, and the war he launches will end the chaos as quickly as possible and minimize casualties and destruction.

Wop: "Can you promise the people of Olympia that when the war subsides, their lives will be more stable and prosperous than they are now?"

"I promise."

"Do you have any selfish motives?"

"Have."

"Are you doing this just for your own selfish reasons?"

"Never."

"Your original intention remains unchanged?"

"My original intention remains unchanged."

Wop: "Then you don't need to be confused, just move forward bravely!"

“Even if a few people don’t understand you, question you, or spit on you, as long as you firmly believe in your heart that the path you’re on leads to the truth, as long as every step you take makes the world a better place, your faith will never waver!”

Perturabo's voice was soft. "So, what are the standards? Who sets them?"

“No one can set the standard for you. The standard is what you believe in.”

"But what if I become extreme? If those beings really exist, we must guard against them."

Wop was silent. Yes, who can guarantee that it won’t happen?

Perturabo knelt on one knee so that he was eye level with Wop. "Father, I need your guidance."

"Please set standards and boundaries for me. Let me walk my path within the rules you set."

"But what if I change one day?"

Wop's sigh was particularly helpless. "This is an unsolvable paradox. No one is unchanging. If you seek an unchanging standard, perhaps the Emperor is your best choice."

"Things have changed over time, but he has always maintained his original aspiration to protect humanity."

Perturabo's eyes were filled with an unprecedented seriousness. "But I don't need him now. I need you."

A complex emotion flashed in Wop's eyes, and after a long while, he slowly spoke, "Then."

Wop took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "I will guide you on the road ahead until you no longer need me."

Perturabo responded firmly, "That day will never come, I promise!"

Chapter 204 The Power of Technology, Boy! (5K)

"Andos, are you there?"

Caliphine knocked gently on Andos's door.

There was no response from inside the house, but Caliphini heard some subtle sounds, the rustling of a paintbrush on canvas.

The girl frowned slightly and opened the door without hesitation.

The sunlight slanted into the room through the window. Andos sat in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was concentrating on painting on the canvas.

Hearing the door open, he paused slightly but did not turn around.

This young prince perfectly inherited the noble bloodline of the Rocks royal family, and his well-defined profile was as handsome as a marble sculpture.

However, unlike the usual heroic demeanor of royal family members, Andos is surrounded by a melancholic temperament unique to artists, just like the portraits he painted that are always shrouded in hazy light and shadow.

Caliphonie: "Andos, my brother and Abo are about to go to war. Are you really not going to see them off?"

Andos's face was shrouded in gloom. "Send them to kill people?"

Caliphony frowned slightly, "This is a necessary war!"

"You always come up with high-sounding excuses. I can't argue with you." Andos raised his head, his eyes filled with unwavering sadness. "But war is war. No matter what excuses are used, no matter how fancy the cloak, it can't change its bloody and cruel nature."

"Brother, you are too sentimental."

"Are you accusing me of being unfit to be a prince? Perhaps I am."

Caliphonie was helpless. "Brother, I never said anything like that. Please don't twist it and misinterpret my meaning, okay?"

Andos was silent for a while, then whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you."

"I can understand you, brother, but why can't you try to understand father and Abo?"

"I can't understand their high-sounding excuses."

"War is like Mount Telephas. If you don't look at it, does it cease to exist?"

"I thought you believed there was no God, as he did."

"I don't believe in the Olympians, but Mount Telephas is there."

Caliphini said, "Over the past six hundred years, Rocks has had no fewer than a hundred border clashes with other city-states, and each conflict has resulted in the deaths of many warriors. Aren't these wars?"

"The reason why all-out war didn't break out in Olympia was because the enemy couldn't breach the fortified walls of Rockus. It was only through the heroic sacrifices of countless Rockus warriors that a semblance of peace was achieved."

"And now, the steel behemoths designed by Abo can destroy enemy walls. If these tanks fall into the hands of other city-states, do you have to pray that they will refrain from attacking Rocks?"

Andos shook his head. "That's just your assumption. It never happened. The reality is, we were the ones who started the war."

Caliphonie: "Don't you understand? Brother, there can be no peace without unity!"

"This is what Wop taught you. He's a good teacher, but his ideals are too grand for me to understand."

"You can't pretend war won't happen just because there's temporary peace!"

"At least not now, at least not starting with us."

"Brother, you are too weak," Caliphine said mercilessly. "If other city-states attack Rocks, will you suggest that we surrender in exchange for peace?"

Andos was stunned. Surrender was indeed a shortcut to peace. There was no faster way to achieve peace than this.

But such a peace has no dignity, and the fate of the people will depend entirely on the conscience of the victorious country.

History has long proven that those who are keen on starting wars often have no conscience.

Anyone who advocates surrender will be despised.

Caliphate: "Peace exists when it is sought through struggle, but it dies when it is sought through compromise."

"The world follows the law of the jungle. The weaker you appear, the more rampant your enemies will become."

Andros smiled bitterly, "Caliphony, I am just weak, but I am not stupid."

"I'm just against war, but if the enemy invades Rocks, no matter how weak I am, I will never choose to surrender!"

"Then why are you still hiding here?"

Faced with his sister's sharp questioning, Andos fell silent again.

Caliphine: "You think we started the war? No, we just exposed the lie of peace."

"For the past ten years, the twelve city-states have been secretly forming an alliance and expanding their military arsenals. Is their alliance intended to maintain peace?"

"Stop being naive, brother."

"War is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice and rivers of blood. Anyone who denies the cruelty of war has lost his conscience."

"Because of this, I trust Abo even more."

"His war will be the shortest war in Olympia; his peace will be the longest peace in Olympia."

"He will end the chaos in Olympia with minimal cost. Only a united Olympia can deal with our enemies."

Andos frowned. "If he truly unified Olympia, then who would be his enemies?"

"Your vision is too narrow, brother. If you are willing to put aside your grudges and accept Brother Wop's teachings with us, you will understand how vast and wonderful the world is!"

"You mean the universe? I know there are many worlds in it, but they're too far away from Olympia."

"Distance doesn't mean safety. Besides, who told you they are all far away? Don't forget, our moon is right above our heads!"

Andos was confused, "What happened to the moon?"

Culliphant: "Black Judge."