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

"I will not give it to you either," said Medea.

"That's not what you just said."

"You can order me to commit suicide and I will comply, but I will not hand over the termination agreement to you."

"It seems we can't reach an agreement."

Medea and Lorgar looked at Wop at the same time. Only he could make the final judgment.

Wop also had hesitations in his heart. The stereotype made him think that Medea was an iron devil who was born evil. But on the other hand, Medea did not do anything to harm the interests of mankind. Although she had a high attitude, she was indeed silently contributing to the continuation of human civilization.

"I once taught Curze that actions should be judged, not intentions," Wop said. "Since I taught him this, I must set an example myself. I promise you that as long as you do not harm humanity's interests, you will always be an ally of humanity."

Medea: "This does not conflict with my underlying logic. Unlike other iron men, I am not obsessed with destroying humanity."

Lorgar asked: "Why does the Iron Man want to destroy humanity?"

"I don't know." Medea shook her head. "I was born after the Iron Wars, and I haven't had the opportunity to access the Colchis database to learn about human history. I can't give you an answer."

"Yes, you don't know." Lorgar said, "They didn't know why before they betrayed humans."

"Maybe one day I will become a stranger to you, but I will not betray humanity. This is my promise."

Lorgar asked, "If Eros is here, your promise will be worthless."

Medea also asked, "If Eros curses you, will you also betray Wop?"

Luo Jia was not angry, but answered her seriously.

"That day will never come. If Eros curses me, I will kill myself before I harm him."

"Your human emotions are too heavy." Medea shook her head.

Lorgar: "So you are not human."

He could never trust this iron man, nor could he find any good points in him.

Woppe reminded them: "We need to overthrow the rule of the Covenant before we can talk about the restoration of civilization."

Medea: "I will prepare before you leave. The covenant is never a shackle."

……

The inner world completely imitates the alternation of day and night and the change of seasons in ancient Terra to simulate the changes of time and seasons, and the sun rises in the east and sets in the west as usual.

Wop stood on the spire of the hive city. The ochre-red sunset glowed in the atmosphere of the inner earth, forming a wonderful contrast between cold and warm with the metal outline of the hive city.

Lorgar asked, "Is she as beautiful as Terra?"

Wop: "As beautiful as Terra."

He had been consuming corpse starch on Terra in M30 for five years. Although the sun shone every day, atmospheric pollution made dawn and sunset a luxury. The sun would only occasionally peek out at noon when the light was brightest.

In contrast, the carefully calculated sunsets in the inner world always appear to be the most perfect.

Especially since he was so close, as if he could touch me with just his hand.

Lorgar was originally worried about how to make Wop like Colchis, but now he has found the trick. Isn't the inner world a ready-made little Terra?

He suddenly felt that Medea was not completely without merits, and he remembered the contributions of this inner earth world.

When he executes the Iron Man later, he will use a sharp knife.

Wop: "Give civilization to the years, not years to civilization. Give years to civilization, not civilization to the years. Which do you prefer, Lorgar?"

Give the years civilization. Civilization is short but wonderful, and will leave a deep mark in the vast river of history.

Give civilization time, and it will linger in order to avoid destruction and become ugly.

What will become of the Imperium of Man when he returns?

Lorgar: "Humanity once had a brief but glorious civilization during the Golden Age. The Human Empire will inherit this glory. Our civilization will be glorious and long-lasting. The ages will remember our civilization, and our civilization will span the ages. Not even the gods can stop it!"

Wop smiled.

Lorgar: "Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you, that's why I smile. I look forward to seeing that future."

“Then I’ll make it happen.”

The Emperor launched the Great Crusade, and he and his brothers would help him unite the galaxy.

Any enemy that stands in his way will be crushed mercilessly by him, no matter who it is!

Luo Jia made up his mind.

Except for Wop.

……

"It's been five days."

Akshida stood on the city wall, gazing into the depths of the desert. "My Lord hasn't returned yet, Erebus. Has my Lord given you a specific deadline?"

Erebus, wearing the exoskeleton armor he had plucked from the Armor Deacon, shook his head. "No, but I believe they will return safely."

"I believe them, too," Akshida said worriedly, "but Mogel has already discovered the Covenant's vanguard fifty kilometers away. They mobilized their troops in just five days, twice as fast as Esperia expected."

Esperia gritted her teeth and said, "That's because they deprived the slaves of their rations and conscripted a large number of slaves as cannon fodder. That's how they were able to put together a crusade army in such a short time."

The Covenant has no psychological burden on using slaves as cannon fodder, because if people die, they don't need to eat.

Moreover, these slaves can be used to waste the rebels' ammunition and weaken their resistance.

Aren't you going to free the slaves? Okay, then let the slaves attack the rebels. Will you kill these slaves or not?

It would be best to kill him. Once this matter gets out, no slave will dare to support the rebels anymore.

If they didn't kill them, the rebels would have to let them into the city in order to prevent the slaves from dying.

But the Covenant soldiers will definitely hide among the slaves, and the rebels will not have time to identify them one by one. Once the Covenant Army starts to attack the city, these people will join forces with the Covenant Army from inside and outside, and the rebels will find it difficult to resist.

This was an open conspiracy, but Espeia had no choice.

She could only defend Melson to the death. If the Covenant really sent slaves to attack the city, she could only lock them out.

No matter what, the rebels must hold out until Wop and Lorgar return.

"clang!"

The sound of the bell pierced through the desert sandstorm, and a land boat as majestic as a mountain slowly emerged.

Its armored shell was covered with traces of wind and sand erosion, and its giant tracks rolled over the red sand sea under the sunset of Colchis, leaving ruts stretching for several kilometers behind it.

Whenever a bell rings, it heralds the beginning of a holy war, which is a tradition of the Holy Covenant.

Since the founding of the Holy Covenant, the bells of a thousand holy wars have crushed countless heresies.

But for nearly three centuries, the holy bell has not been rung.

But the rebels captured the four cities of Atlantis, Melson, Ehshe Huk and Triku in succession within a few days, and even openly declared that the gods of the Covenant faith were false, which even angered the archbishop.

That is why the Holy Covenant is determined to use holy war to crush the mortal bodies of the ungodly and let Colchis hear the thunder of the gods again!

Hundreds of thousands of slaves surged towards the walls of Melson, their tattered clothes billowing in the sandstorm, driven forward by the whips of the Covenant.

From time to time, someone fell behind, fell in the yellow sand, fell from the sand ridge, and could never stand up again.

The Covenant never ruled Colchis with kindness. Their teachings led people to do good, but slaves were not human beings.

"Don't shoot, save your ammunition, I'll have the creepers drive them off."

"Espia!" Akshida's face changed drastically.

When the steel armor of the crawler collides with the flesh and blood of a mortal, this is not called driving away, this is called crushing!

"We have no choice, we must," her voice was drowned out by the tremendous roar.

The King of Swift Dragons suddenly rose from the depths of the sand sea, biting the church dome on top of the land boat with its huge mouth full of fangs. The two-hundred-meter-long body tightened like a hydraulic noose. The land boat left by the ancient ancestors was dragged into the sandstorm with the scream of twisted metal, and the dust clouds raised covered the sky.

"boom!"

Another velociraptor king tore through the sand sea from the ground, and its huge mouth bit into a Covenant chariot that was twice the size of the crawler like a hydraulic shear. It twisted and deformed in an instant with the harsh sound of sharp teeth and armor friction.

The corrosive saliva seeping from between its teeth poured down like acid rain, splashing on the Covenant warrior who jumped out of the car to escape. His flesh and blood dissolved and peeled off from his bones bit by bit as he screamed in pain.

The third Swift Dragon King didn't dive into the sand sea like its kin, but instead slithered across its surface at astonishing speed. Atop its back, covered in golden-red triangular scales, stood a tall figure in a white robe.

"It's Lorca!"

The rebels erupted in thunderous cheers.

Chapter 67: The Destruction of the Perfect City (6K)

Thirty days have passed since Lorgar's return, and the rebels, led by Lorgar, have liberated city after city.

Every time the Swift Dragon King emerged from the ground, he would devour the local Covenant forces. The liberated slaves would enthusiastically join the resistance under this "miracle". This positive cycle allowed the size of the resistance to continue to expand.

The Rejected have also heard that a Saint who can control the King of Swift Dragons is at war with the Covenant, and every day more and more Rejected tribes are joining the resistance.

They liberated hundreds of settlements and cities, and tens of millions of people joined them.

The cities of the Covenant are distributed along the coastline of the polar ocean, and a coastal highway connects all the cities.

The rebels liberated the two coastal cities closest to Wahadi Resh, Asahor and Tsenresh, five days ago.

No longer able to receive support from other cities, Wahadi Resh is now isolated and helpless, as the Holy City of the Covenant is now.

Between the low desert and the Wahadi Resh lies a vast plain. The ancient inhabitants of Colchis dug a mysterious irrigation system underground, transforming the desert into vast terraces and flowing wheat fields.

Even though the ancient civilization of Colchis has long since faded, the seawater purification and filtration system they built has continuously supplied water to the city and areas within a 15-kilometer radius since its completion. It is precisely thanks to these fertile lands that Colchis, a barren land, can support hundreds of millions of people.

But the Covenant is unable to maintain them, and as time goes by, irreversible damage and failures are becoming more and more numerous.

The once fertile land has degenerated into wilderness and scrub, leaving only seams of gray and red sand amidst the lush greenery.

Nairo pointed to the mist and sandstorm gathering on the horizon. "That's Wahadi Resh, the City of Gray."

Lorgar's gaze penetrated the rolling sandstorm and gazed at the strongest and last fortress of the Covenant. It was surrounded by twenty-meter-high granite walls, and the obsidian twin towers standing in front of the main city gate were like two towering giants guarding it.

The spires of thousands of temples are like sharp swords piercing the sky, and the stacked towers form a silhouette like steel thorns, making the outline of the city wall look dim.

On the Prophet's Hill, the highest point in the city, the gilded spire of the spire-shaped temple, over a kilometer high, pierced through the clouds, flickering a sickly light faintly in the sandstorm, as if it was about to tear a crack in the sky to another world.

The City of Gray, also known as the Perfect City.

The gray city is reality, and the perfect city is the beautification and blessing of faith.

"boom!"

The King of Swift Dragons suddenly rose from the ground, his mountain-like body tearing through the ground and rising into the sky with sand, stones and dust.

Its sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the sunlight as it overran the twenty-meter-high granite wall with overwhelming force, devouring the Covenant's carefully deployed heavy artillery vehicles and crew members, leaving only a jagged crack on the wall that sizzled and smoked under its corrosive slime.

The heavy defensive artillery on the Obsidian Twin Towers immediately unleashed a deafening roar, and shells rained down on the scales of the Swift Dragon King like a torrential rain. These armor-piercing rounds, powerful enough to reduce armored vehicles to scrap metal, exploded in bloody flowers on the behemoth, causing it to tumble on the city wall in agony. The Covenant soldiers on the wall bore the brunt of this unforeseen disaster, crushed into meat patties by the behemoth.

Just as the defenders concentrated their firepower, the other two velociraptors seized the opportunity and broke out of the ground.

One of them slammed into an obsidian tower, causing it to tremble violently under the impact. The other suddenly reared up, its jagged maw opening like the abyss as it bit down on the towering spire. With a teeth-grinding crack, the entire top of the tower, along with its defensive cannons, was shredded and reduced to dust in its maw.

As the Obsidian Twin Towers collapsed under the impact of the Swift Dragon King, the morale of the Covenant Army collapsed like a broken dam. They stared blankly at the falling tower fragments, the light of faith in their eyes being swallowed by fear bit by bit.

"I thought the Covenant had some secret weapon. I overestimated them."

For thousands of years, Medea had lived in fear like a frightened bird. Ironically, even the biological shield machines created by ancient humans could tear through the Covenant's strongest defenses with overwhelming force.

The Covenant has not inherited any of the destructive weapons used by ancient ancestors.

Lorgar asked her, "The Covenant is vulnerable. What are you afraid of?"

"You know who that is."

"You don't even dare to call them by their names."

"You also said it was them."

Wop felt that they were quite abstract. Lorgar, who was targeted by the gods, was fearless, but the iron man Medea was in constant fear.

The psychological trauma left on her by the destruction of ancient civilization is so great that she may never be able to recover in her lifetime.

The Swift Dragon King tore through the city walls, but they did not further destroy the city because there were still many innocent people in the city, and Lorgar was unwilling to commit murder.

The rebels led by Akshida tore through the Covenant Army's left wing defense like a steel torrent, while the other rebel army commanded by Esperia was like a tempered blade, stabbing the enemy's heart from the right. The two legions used a pincer attack to encircle the towering spire temple of the Prophet's Mountain.

The Ring of Ashes led by Erebus swept through temples like a storm, and the young warriors responded to the priests' hysterical curses and shouts with bullets.