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

The wolves hung their heads, whimpering as they passed the Lord of Humanity and caught up with Rus.

Neos suddenly smiled, Rus was still the same Rus.

He shook his head and caught up with Russ and the wolves as they left.

The warriors gathered outside the tent, wondering why the Wolf King left.

But when they saw the golden giant walking out of the royal tent, they lowered their heads in fear.

Their fear is not simply out of fear, but an instinct that is almost at the genetic level.

……

"Wop!"

Ruth opened the curtain, and Sylvia's silver satin-like hair glowed softly by the campfire. She curled herself up into a perfect semicircle, her abdomen undulating warm waves with her breathing, as if she was using the softest piece of fur as someone's pillow.

The tip of Sylvia's ears twitched, and she raised her head to look at Ruth, as if asking him what happened?

She nudged her abdomen with a wet wolf kiss, as if to wake someone there, but at this moment the wolf kiss only touched her slightly undulating fur and a cold void.

It's clearly there, why is it gone?

"Woo!" Her nose suddenly froze in mid-air, and the sad sob was stuck deep in her throat. The child's father was lost.

"It's okay, mother. You still have us." Ruth's voice was as gentle as a stream of melting snow. "He's only gone temporarily. One day we will meet again among the stars."

"Woo!"

"He hasn't abandoned us. I will find him back. I promise, and then we'll never be apart again."

The wolves squeezed into the tent, their wet noses gently touching Sylvia's back, as if delivering some ancient comfort.

Ruth turned around and saw the wanderer standing there.

He still had the same unremarkable appearance, no awe-inspiring giant in golden armor, but a wanderer wrapped in a dirty robe.

"You called her mother." He sounded surprised, more surprised than if Russ had called Wop father.

Rus frowned, and his eyes turned hostile towards the wanderer. "Just like the Roman she-wolf raised Romulus, she raised me. Why can't I call her mother?"

Rus's gaze was like a blade passing across an ice field, tightly grasping Neos' pupils, trying to dig out any slight hesitation from the Lord of Mankind's eyes.

Neos: "You may have misunderstood me. I am not a narrow-minded human supremacist."

"How strange! You're not a human supremacist?"

"I mean, I'm not narrow-minded."

Ruth snorted.

Neos: "I see in your eyes your attachment to her. She carved the wildness into your bones and blood. I am grateful to her for raising my offspring."

His palm was hovering above the she-wolf's head, and a ray of golden light fell gently on her softest tuft of silver hair like a wolf cub's baby teeth.

Neos: "This is my thank you gift."

"When did he leave?" Ruth asked.

"I do not know."

"Even you don't know?"

Wanderer: "Do you think I'm a god?"

“You are not God, but you are the closest person to God.”

"You're right, but I still can't give you an answer."

"I don't believe it. You really don't know anything about him?"

"He told you many stories," said the wanderer. "I want to tell you a story too. Do you want to listen?"

"I'm listening."

Neos: "In ancient Terra, there was a religious system called Hinduism. Hinduism has three main gods: Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. Brahma is the master of birth, Shiva is the master of death, and Vishnu is the master of life. There is also a saying in Hinduism called Brahma's Dream, which states that everything in the world is just a dream of Brahma. When he wakes up, everything in this world will be destroyed in another reality."

Ruth: "You think he's Brahma?"

"No," Neos said, "I'm just telling a story. You should be inspired by it, not believe it's true."

Ruth narrowed his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Are you imitating him?"

"It's not an imitation." Neos denied.

"Then why are you telling me this?"

Neos: "He taught you the same thing he taught your brother. He told you what is the most important thing in getting along with others."

Ruth: “Sincerely.”

"That's right," Neos said. "I hope you will always be true to me."

Russ said slowly, "It depends on you. If you remain the Lord of Mankind, I will remain loyal. If you keep nothing from me, I will be honest with you, but I don't think you will be completely forthcoming about your plans."

"How did he introduce me to you?" Neos asked.

Ruth's eyes turned to the dancing light and shadows of the campfire, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

"He told me a lot about you, far more fully than he had described my other brothers. He always taught me to understand your difficulties, that even if you have many faults, your original intentions are always good. But he only had one word to describe you: a wise and brave fool, a far-sighted fool, a blind man with divine foresight, a mute with eloquence, a wise and brave reckless man..."

Neos was silenced by this, his eyes flickering slightly under his hood: "You call that a sentence?"

There was an imperceptible helplessness in his voice, as if he was weighing how many contradictions were packed into this sentence. It seemed that Wop had been lenient with him in Terra, probably for Lao Ma's sake.

Ruth laughed. "Don't you think it's very fitting?"

Neos: "You just met me today, how much do you know about me?"

Ruth: "You're right. I will take the time to get to know you, but this does not conflict with his evaluation of you."

"Your evaluation is too one-sided."

"Maybe, but he said something else."

Neos was all ears.

"A tragic hero."

Neos' voice was as steady as the dark night sky. "I will prove him wrong."

Ruth deliberately asked, "Prove that you are not a hero?"

"Prove that our future will not end in tragedy."

"We're both on the same page on this one. We both dislike tragedy, so I'll help you."

"for me?"

"For him."

"I regret."

"You don't sound like that."

"Because I'm more relieved," Neos said. "Compared with the future of mankind, my personal gains and losses are insignificant."

Ruth asked sharply, "Even if you are against the whole world?"

"Why should I make the whole world my enemy?" Neos argued clearly.

Ruth shrugged. "It's just a metaphor. You don't need to be so picky about it, right?"

Neos' voice was as light as falling snowflakes, but it was filled with an incomprehensible arrogance.

“Even if I were to become the enemy of the whole world and all of humanity were against me, he would still be on my side.”

"Why?" Ruth didn't like his tone.

"For I am the Emperor, Lord of Mankind, Neos."

……

Silence, sinking.

Wop's body continued to sink in the dark lake, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

It was pitch black all around, not a sound could be heard.

This is not dead silence, but the entire abyss is holding its breath.

"Father, why don't you come to me?"

The child's aggrieved whimpers squeezed out from the cracks of the abyss, like a wolf cub abandoned in a blizzard licking its wounds alone on the desolate ice field.

"There are already four. When will it be my turn?"

"It's obviously three!" Wop retorted.

"Maybe you remembered it wrongly?"

"impossible."

Wop remembers every Primarch he taught, Curze, Lorgar, Russ, isn't this three or how many?

Wop: "Are you Magnus?"

"You've got the wrong person." The child said dryly.

"Father, when will you come to see me?"

"How would I know? The order in which I retrieve the original bodies is beyond my control."

"Who controls that?"

Wop was stunned. It seemed to be the case. Who controls the order?

The Emperor?

It’s unlikely. The God Emperor can do it, but the Emperor can’t.

The Emperor's greatest contribution to the Warp was the Anshi Rebellion. If he could control the order, he could retrieve the Primarch himself without the help of Wop.

Who else could it be, the Four Gods?

The Four Gods couldn't help him.

"It can't be him, can it?" Wop said to himself.

But if he decided the order, why was Curze the first Primarch he found?

Of all the Primarchs, Curze was neither the most special nor the most likable.

"Ah!"

Wop sneezed violently, shivering in the cold.

Wop's pupils suddenly shrank into two thin lines, and a light blue psychic halo covered his skin like a veil, isolating him from the cold in the air.

It was pitch black all around, indicating that it was night time.

So where is this?

Chapter 80 Don’t you have your own mother? (5K)

Lorgar's fingertips gently rested on the reinforced glass of the observation deck. The porthole reflected the shadow of his frown. The dark and cold planet under his feet was his brother's home planet.

"How foolish," Medea muttered.

Erebus stood behind the Father of Genes, holding a data tablet and reporting in a serious manner.

"Nostramo's crust contains vast quantities of naturally occurring adamantium. The entire planet's strata are composed of this metal. For the past ten thousand years, Nostramo has relied on these abundant resources of precious metals to support their prosperous economy. Even during the Age of Strife, they used sublight travel to maintain their adamantium exports."

"But ten thousand years of excessive mining has also made the planet's core quite unstable. The extraction of the adamantine veins has left behind large cavities underground, and the mantle is slowly collapsing every moment."

"The Midnight Lords have banned the mining of the planet's mineral veins. The Adeptus Mechanicus is negotiating with the Primarch, hoping to convince him to allow the Adeptus Mechanicus to mine adamantium. They are willing to provide technology to repair Nostramo's crust."

"Erebus, I have a hunch," Lorgar said, "that the homeworlds of my brothers are not easy to deal with."

"Send a meeting request to the Planetary Governor. I would like to meet with my brother at the Governor's Palace."

Erebus: "In whose name, my lord?"

"Lord of the Seventeenth Legion."

Erebus nodded and notified the other warriors on the communication channel.