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

But what if there really is a similar situation where he is the only one who can save it, can he really be cruel enough to be a coward after having experienced all this?

Lorgar stared at the sadness in Wop's eyes, and a dull pain rose in his chest.

He gave a hug to the man who taught him how to grow up. "No matter what happens in the future, I will always stand by you. This is my promise to you."

"You're being a bit corny." Wop pushed him away. "I'd rather you stand on the side of humanity than on my side."

"It's not a conflict."

"It's hard to say." Wop shook his head. "What if the Four Gods stuff me with puffs?"

Just thinking about that kind of future makes him despair, but he won't really become a drooling Alzheimer's patient, right?

Lorgar's voice was low and firm, "Then I will avenge you, no matter the cost."

……

"he came."

On the 150th day after Lorgar's birth, the sky of Colchis was obscured by thousands of starships.

On the edge of the Sorrow Crater, Lorgar looked up at the sky, with Wop standing beside him and the Ring of Ashes behind him. They lined up in a square formation, waiting for the arrival of the aliens.

But when the orbital fleet landed landing craft one after another, and when ten thousand warriors clad in gray-white ceramic steel armor leaped forward with mechanical precision, any military formation would be eclipsed by the overwhelming momentum.

The god walked towards him, and Lorca's body trembled slightly under the invisible pressure.

His ears resounded with the eternal song of the Highest Heavens, a magnificent movement transcending time and space, a resonance of the truth and essence of the universe. Thousands of melodies intertwined into a sacred hymn, praising and worshipping it, as if offering the highest tribute to the Supreme Being clad in gold and stars!

"You are not a god." Lorca straightened up and stared at the god in golden armor.

His feet were firmly planted in the ground as if rooted, without a trace of hesitation or cowardice, displaying the Primarch's innate majesty and bearing.

"I am not God." God also said.

An indescribable smile appeared on God's face, and that smile contained a joy and expectation that transcended the ordinary.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his golden eyes sparkled with star-like light, as if witnessing the beginning of a great destiny.

This smile was both an appreciation for Lorgar's firm will and a relief that his offspring had broken free from their shackles.

"Then you shouldn't show your divinity to others!" Lorca looked directly into the god's eyes without flinching.

Neos: "Perhaps we can talk in private."

He looked at Wop, wanting Wop to persuade his child.

Wop: "Lorgar, this is your legion."

Lorgar temporarily gave up the confrontation with God and looked at the warriors.

Lorgar: "Take off your helmet and face me."

The soldiers slowly took off their masks and tucked their helmets under their left arms.

Beneath the helmets were resolute faces. They had fought in the galaxy for a long time and had won countless honors, but they had never been as excited and nervous as they were now.

They also have a Primarch, and their Primarch is standing in front of them, but how will their Primarch view them?

"When was the last time we met?"

Wop and Neos catch up.

"Three years ago, Nostramo, it was the year 816 of the 30th Millennium."

"That Luojia is the third brother?"

"Yes."

Wop: "This should be a good thing, right? The time is synchronized. The sooner the Primarch returns, the better for the Empire."

Neos said nothing.

Lorgar: "The Emperor drives you with lies."

With just one sentence, Lorgar made the faces of these resolute warriors turn pale as paper, and they knelt before the Father of Genes.

Lorgar said, "I have no intention of criticizing you."

"You are the Imperial Emissaries, the Iconoclasts. You are the blade of the Imperium, shattering the religion of Terra in the name of the Imperial Truth."

"Mortals need the Imperial Truth because they cannot bear the weight of the truth. But you are Space Marines, you shoulder a heavier mission than mortals. You should understand the cruel truth. The Imperial Truth is a lie."

"You must save the mortals enslaved by the lies of the gods from the galaxy. You must tear down the holy images, raze the temples, burn the scriptures, and kill the priests. This will put an end to the ignorant faith in the galaxy."

"You have done so in the past, and you must continue to do so in the future."

"We must stand alone in the dark frontiers of the galaxy, spreading light amidst the darkness, rather than succumbing to the fear of darkness."

"We will banish ignorance and superstition from the galaxy. The lies of the gods will be reduced to ashes in our flames, no matter the cost!"

"Finally, please remember this."

"I am not a god, and neither is he." Lorgar pointed at the Emperor.

"We are all human, born from mortals, and we fight to protect mortals."

"Do not despise humanity because of your strength, and do not forget why you fight."

"It is precisely because mortals are weak that we must protect humanity, and it is precisely because the truth is cruel that we must uphold morality."

"This road is full of dangers because the world does not know the truth. Even my brothers may not understand why we persevere."

"I don't ask you to be loyal to me, I only ask you to stick to the right path."

"If you wish to follow me, then stand up!"

Ten thousand warriors stood in unison to salute Lorgar. The sound of iron fists hitting breastplates resounded in the strong wind of Colchis. Their loyalty to the Father of Genes was never in doubt.

"The Imperial Envoys won countless honors for me before my return. I am proud of you."

"But the Empire's messengers are built on lies. We should be wary of the truth and not be blinded by lies, which are no different from the lies of the gods!"

"I will give you a new name, the Messengers of Golden Words."

……

"This inner world is beautiful, but what is she?" Neos asked, pointing at Medea.

"Iron Man," said Wop. "I thought you created her."

Neos: "I did make similar attempts, but it wasn't her, and I should have destroyed them all."

Wop was no exception. Although Neos ultimately chose the Imperial Truth and the Great Crusade, it did not mean that he did not try other options. It was just that every road was blocked.

As early as the days of Ancient Terra, he had tried to preserve the Dark Word, hoping that he could use this ancient language to fight against the Warp in the future.

But he failed, due to the first betrayal of his Warmaster.

Neos has always been a pragmatist. Although he forbade the Mechanicus to study Iron Man, he secretly allowed the First Legion to retain the Extinction Relic as part of the Ikaros Protocol to deal with the Mechanicus.

The ban on Mechanicus research is to prevent the Oil Man from getting AI out of control. Humanity cannot withstand a second Iron Man rebellion. The Extinction Relic Machine is retained because the Iron Man is indeed useful.

Neos is willing to try anything as long as it can save humanity.

"I am glad you are not my father," said Medea.

She saw the Emperor's true nature the first time she saw him: a self-righteous tyrant.

He is an excellent leader, but he is definitely not a good father. No wonder Lorgar can't like him, Wop is a thousand times better than him.

"Who is her father?" Neos didn't want to talk to her.

Wop: "He calls himself Aeetes. Do you know him?"

Neos: "I know Aeetes, but the Aeetes I knew died in ancient Terra. What kind of artificial intelligence is she?"

"Alpha-series universal model angel, equipped with the Athena VII quantum intelligence matrix."

Neos was silent. He looked at Medea without any expression.

Neos said to Medea, "I will check the database of the Terra Imperial Palace. There should be records of the establishment of the Colchis colony. Perhaps I can find out who your father is from history."

"Is it necessary?" Wop asked doubtfully.

Neos: "She's not in my plan, and neither is her father. I have to make sure he doesn't get in the way of my plan!"

Wop nodded. This was very Neos.

"Keep an eye on her, Lorgar, and never let her take command of the army," Neos said to his son.

Lorca nodded. He was already wary of Medea.

Wop was not surprised at all. Neos was giving him face by not physically destroying Medea.

Medea: "Why don't you avoid me?"

Luo Jia glanced at her and said, "You said you should be honest, remember?"

Chapter 69 Monster Hunter (6K)

In the inner world, inside the circular hall of the hive city spire.

Wop and Neos watched the sunset from a room within arm's reach of the sun.

"I'm not a god." Neos suddenly said.

Wop: "I believe you are not a god yet."

The Emperor is not a God.

This needs to be emphasized repeatedly, at least not yet.

He can predict the future, but he cannot see all of the future.

Of the nine traitorous Primarchs, the fall of at least three was beyond his expectations.

Horus and Magnus, and Fulgrim.

If he had expected Horus to betray him, he would not have made Horus the Warmaster.

He spent thirty years accompanying Horus, perhaps hoping to use family affection to prevent his betrayal.

If the Four Gods hadn't given him the puffs, Horus would never have betrayed the Emperor.

Magnus made a grave mistake under the instigation of Tzeentch, and the Emperor was aware of this Chaos conspiracy. However, he still ordered the Wolf King to retrieve Magnus, indicating that he did not realize that Magnus would betray him, nor did he realize that Horus would tamper with his orders, causing the situation to slide into an irreversible abyss.

Fulgrim's III Legion was the only one allowed to bear the Imperial double-headed eagle, a testament to the Emperor's attitude.

Unfortunately, the emperor miscalculated.

Neos: "I hope I never am."

Wop nodded, "I hope so too."

Neos: "Who's next?"

"How should I know? It's not up to me to decide." Wop asked in confusion.

Neos: "Who is that?"

"Isn't it you?"

"Do not."

Neos' denial surprised Wop. If it wasn't the Emperor or him, then who made the decision?

Neos: "You should go back to Terra to watch the sunset."

"There are no sunsets on Terra, because the sun never sets on Terra."

Neos stared at Wop solemnly, "Is this a promise?"

His voice was low, as if he was confirming a life-or-death oath.

Looking at Neos's undeniably serious expression, Wop realized that he was joking. He was too embarrassed to say that he was joking, so he had to carefully consider his words. "It has nothing to do with promises. It's just a small hope of mine."

Neos watched the artificial sun setting, as if weighing the weight of each word.

Wop: "Nyos, your humanity is simply overflowing."

"I am human, and my humanity is proof of my being human. If even this humanity becomes a luxury in the future you foresee, then that proves precisely that the future we are creating is far more beautiful than the dark outcome you foresee."

"Then I hope you can always maintain this humanity."

The emperor in official history was not actually lacking in humanity, it was just that his schizophrenia was too severe.