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

"But that's just a legend!"

Caliphonie shook her head, "That's not a legend. They descended upon Olympia over six hundred years ago."

Andos's body trembled noticeably.

"You've watched the play 'Antaram' many times, so you should understand that the war that happened six hundred years ago was real."

"The gods are fictional, but the 'Golden Apple Army' that descended from the sky is real."

"Although historical documents don't clearly record it, Abo discovered the historical truth from the ruins of the Secret Library. That war originated from the Black Judge's looting of Olympia."

"They destroyed all the nations in the land, and the survivors fled the ruins and founded the city-states we see today in the valley."

"So the twelve city-states were all established six hundred years ago, and our history cannot be traced back to six hundred years ago."

"Look at our city walls. Why are they so magnificent?"

"Our ancestors remember why they built them, and even though their descendants have long forgotten the reasons, they continue to raise and strengthen them, using the walls as a strong shield to defend against other city-states."

"But what our ancestors were actually defending against was the Black Judge. They believed that the Black Judge would come again one day!"

"A divided Olympia is powerless to resist the Black Judges. We must unite!"

Andos's voice became unusually dry. "Then, why can't we tell the truth to other city-states? If we unite..."

"Union? Brother, you are still so naive."

"Even if we lay the bloody truth before the city-states, they will choose to turn a blind eye, just as you did before."

"Until the Black Judge truly arrives, they will continue to live in a self-deceiving dream."

"They won't believe it, or rather, they don't dare to believe it. You know the principle. Brother Wop taught us the theory of cognitive dissonance."

“Even when the end is near, they will cling to power like a drowning man grasping at a straw.”

"The city-states are suspicious of each other, and everyone is secretly preparing for war, waiting for the opportunity to annex their neighbors."

“They won’t wake up until the end of the world comes.”

"By then it will be too late."

Andos's Adam's apple rolled, but no sound came out.

Caliphonie's voice softened, "Brother, we are different people."

"Abo's vision is broader than anyone else's, and he holds lofty ideals that mortals cannot understand."

“If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain. This is the most accurate evaluation of him.”

"And you're the kind of person who hides in the house and refuses to come out even though you know a meteorite is going to hit you."

"You imagine that a solid wall can protect you, but you don't know that it is vulnerable to meteorites."

"We can't become someone like Abo, but at least we should be brave enough to open the door and see the world outside."

"The world out there is cruel, but also magnificent."

"They are all real. We should fight against the cruel world and appreciate its magnificence, rather than trapping ourselves in dark caves forever."

Andos remained silent and picked up the paintbrush again.

Caliphony bit her lip and said, "It seems I still can't convince you. So, brother, I have to go and see Abo off."

Caliphonie turned and left, the door creaking shut behind her.

She had never held a sword or had to fight an enemy herself, but she still understood the cruelty of war.

Perturabo is Locus's general, and Heraclon will also go into battle in armor.

The former prince has become a qualified warrior. He is unwilling to sit in the rear and wait for triumph. Otherwise, how can he join the glorious Great Expedition in the future?

Caliphony believed Perturabo would be safe and no one could kill him.

But Heraclon couldn't do that, even though his status was extremely noble and he had personal guards in the army who would risk their lives to protect him.

But in war, anyone can be sacrificed.

This farewell may be our final farewell.

Andos could have chosen not to send Perturabo away, as he always felt that it was Perturabo who started the war.

But he should come to see Heracles off. They are brothers with the same blood, and their bond is much deeper than outsiders imagine.

Although Culliphany was their sister, she did not belong to the brothers' circle.

Her mind was not on this at all. She wanted to fit in with Wop and Perturabo's circle.

It would be best to remove Perturabo.

Instead of kicking him out, she and Wop formed a small circle on their own.

It's like they are a family, but each family has their own small circle.

Dammekos doesn't belong to any small circle, so he often feels lonely.

Caliphini didn't want this.

Although she was in Perturabo and Wop's small circle, Perturabo also had another small circle behind his back, which consisted of only him, his brother, and Wop.

If Perturabo had done it on the first day, why couldn't she do it on the fifteenth?

Caliphine lifted her skirt and ran up the towering walls of Rocks. She cupped her hands to her lips and shouted to the army marching below, "You must come back safely!"

The girl's black hair fluttered in the chilly breeze, and her voice echoed in the steep mountain pass, gradually being drowned out by the orderly footsteps of the army in the distance.

"What are you shouting about?"

Caliphonie turned around in surprise, "You haven't left yet?"

Wop couldn't help laughing. "How can a commander be the vanguard? It's not like he's returning in triumph."

Caliphony winked playfully. "Isn't 'returning in triumph' a grammatical error?"

Wop pretended to be serious and scowled. "What's wrong with it? It's been used like this for years, since the Song and Ming dynasties in ancient Terra. Even the founder of the school of poetry used it in his poems. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. This is called envy!"

As Caliphini's beautiful eyes moved, they were suddenly blocked by a small hill. She raised her head slightly, muttered with a bitter face, "Why didn't you leave?"

"You really want me to leave?"

Perturabo stared down at her condescendingly. Although you are my sister, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. No!

You are my sister, and you can only be my sister, don’t think too much!

It was enough for the father to have so many sons; the mother would only become a burden that affected the bond between them.

Perturabo's eyes were fierce, and Caliphini, who lived with him day and night, understood it, but she pretended not to understand.

Caliphony deftly moved around Perturabo, mustered up the courage to gently hug Wop, "Please come back safely, Brother Wop."

She turned to look at her brother again, "And Abo."

"You don't care about my safety at all!" Heraclon said sourly, "I am your real brother!"

It's not like he has to compete with Wop and Perturabo, but you can't just act without any acting, right?

Caliphonie quickly turned around, "You too, please don't die."

"You are so perfunctory!"

Although Heraclon was complaining, a smile appeared on his face.

He searched the crowd, but unfortunately he couldn't find the person he wanted to see.

"Andos."

Heraclon sighed softly, his brother was too naive.

It was also his fault for protecting Andos too well. If he couldn't even face the disputes in Olympia, how could he look at the stars?

The galaxy has never been friendly to humans. Even without the Great Crusade, the war would not stop because of human cowardice.

"elder brother."

Heracles suddenly turned around and saw the thin figure of Andros.

"Andos..."

Before Heraclon could finish his words, Andros roughly stuffed a painting into his arms and said, "Come back alive and tell me... your heroic story."

"Yeah, definitely!"

Heraclon smiled and touched his forehead to his brother's, just like they used to do when they were little, "Because we made a pact."

……

"If war is unavoidable, at least we must seize the initiative in our own hands."

Perturabo stood on the cliff, overlooking the Cardico Pass below, with hundreds of meters of walls stretching across it like an iron gate.

This is the only way to the Dome City, and behind the city wall is where Caldis is.

Heraclon: "The people of Caldectis call it the Unbreakable Iron Wall."

All city-states were built in valleys that were easy to defend but difficult to attack. The mountains were their natural defense, and the city walls guarded the only pass.

The Olympians worked day and night to mine huge stones, making the city walls higher and higher.

If their enemies were mortals, such walls would indeed be insurmountable.

The same is true for Rocks.

Perturabo: "No wall is impenetrable. We can breach it head-on. And the Black Judges, they can even bypass it."

Behind him, Perturabo's lieutenants held their breath, their eyes fixed on their general.

The roar of the engines gradually tore through the silence in the valley, and steel behemoths appeared from behind the ridge, two in a row.

The tracks crushed the rocks, the muzzles pointed directly at the city walls, and rushed towards the unbreakable iron wall of Caldis like a torrent.

On the city wall of Caldis, a tower shaped like a giant drum stands tall.

The tower body is covered with honeycomb-like shooting holes, and hundreds of gun barrels protrude from the holes.

On the topmost circular platform, twelve heavy artillery pieces were arranged radially, with their muzzles pointing towards the outside of the city.

The people of Caldis call it the Blessing of Caldis.

Even from Perturabo's perspective, their defenses were well-planned.

The Caldis have spent six hundred years perfecting their defenses, and any slightest loophole will be plugged.

But there is a technological gap between Olympia and the Black Judge. The solid walls that the Olympians are proud of may be destroyed by just one shot - that shot comes from outer space.

Their enemies will not follow the rules of chivalry and fight them with technology comparable to theirs.

Nor would Perturabo.

"boom!"

Perturabo heard the explosion and saw the shell burst off the tank's flank, sending rubble and shrapnel ripping against the armor.

But the tanks are still rolling forward, as unstoppable as the tide of the times.

Caldis's black powder was too primitive, and even if this attack hit directly, it would be difficult to cause fatal damage.

The towers on the city walls were still spewing flames, and the dense guns and cannons wove into a web of death.

But the tank crews of the Anvil Battalion strictly followed the Primarch's tactics. Every shell accurately hit the firing hole. Artillery pieces were constantly overturned in the flames of the explosions, and the defenders' screams were drowned in the smoke.

Gradually, the torrent of steel finally reached the city gate.

The city gate that Caldis is proud of is one meter thick and is cast from a single piece of steel.

"Zoris, it's your turn," Perturabo muttered.

The tank's roof was suddenly opened, and Zoris jumped out holding a half-man-high explosive pack.

These special explosives were so powerful that Olympia's casting process and materials made it difficult to stuff them into cannonballs.

But it's just enough to be used as a bomb.

Under the cover of the tank, Zoris attached the explosive pack with magnets to the gate and quickly got back into the tank.

All the tanks roared and reversed at the same time. Before the smoke raised by the tracks had settled, the deafening explosion engulfed the entire city gate.

"boom--!"

A dazzling fireball soared into the air from the city gate, and the shock wave spread out in a circular shape, carrying rubble and iron filings, tearing the nearby city walls into pieces like pieces of paper.