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

Because according to an unofficial spokesperson from the Terra Imperial Palace, the relationship between the legions whose primarchs have returned is closer than that between the legions whose primarchs have not returned, and they seem to be secretly organizing some secret groups unknown to outsiders.

Perhaps starting today, War Dogs will also have a chance to join in.

No, they are no longer the Emperor's war dogs, they are the Primarch's Twelfth Legion!

Jill: "Woop."

This answer made Locke stunned. Is this really the name?

The reason why this widely circulated rumor was not believed was because it had the same name as the Warp, and the Empire had tens of millions of ships entering and leaving the Warp every day, so some people regarded it as a false rumor.

Why did that adult give such a name? Who gave that adult such a name?

……

Amid the roar of mechanical gears, the dome blooms to both sides like petals.

The starlight poured down like a waterfall, and the moonlight penetrated the clouds, covering her snow-white skin with a layer of silver veil.

Claudia looked up, her pupils reflecting the swirling stars. Moonlight streamed down her upturned neck, forming a halo around her collarbone.

When her lips trembled, even the stars held their breath——

"Bitch!"

"You are a bunch of selfish sons of bitches!"

"If you can't have it yourself, don't let others have it!"

"I'll stab you all to death one by one sooner or later!"

Claudia's face was as cold as ice. She suddenly pulled out a fat bird carved out of sapphires from behind the gilded throne. As her slender fingers flew, the purple jade hairpin inlaid with purple gems in her hair turned into a cold light and stabbed the exquisite little blue bird frantically.

"Stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death, stab you to death!"

"It's all your fault that the Soul Sea has become what it is today. It's also your fault that I became like this!"

"F**k, ***, don't let me catch you, or I'll shove your **** skull into your fat plague abscess, and then let **** *** pierce your ****!"

“Master… Master.”

Ainol's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She looked at the almost frantic Claudia, her throat tightening and even her breathing becoming cautious. "You...you've lost your composure."

These words were almost squeezed out from between teeth, with a bit of panic and a bit of pleading.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the stars held their breath.

Claudia retracted her fingertips, and the hairpin and the shattered remains of the blue bird silently melted away between her fingers, as if being devoured by some invisible force.

Only a lingering cold fragrance and a few pieces of fallen gemstone powder remained in the hall.

Claudia let out a very soft hum, "Did anyone see it?"

"No." Enol lowered his head.

"So do you think I'm right?"

"Correct."

The maids spoke in unison, they all hated those people to the core.

If they hadn't ruined the environment, how could the world become what it is today?

In this respect, their owners are indeed victims.

Because she is too young, she was born during the fall of the Empire in 750.M30, and her age in the real universe is not yet a hundred years old.

"When will my dear come back?" Claudia yawned nonchalantly, as if the violence just now was just a dream.

Aenol: "The rebels have captured Devash, but due to the Empire's early arrival, they may not return to Desia until tomorrow."

"Maybe I can't come back." Claudia sighed softly, and the sigh sounded like a feather falling into a deep pool.

She propped her chin up, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her pale cheeks, her entire body shrouded in a mist of sorrow. "I don't know when we'll meet again. If then I... That's it. There's no if."

"Fortunately, the child won't leave. This is his home. With him by my side, my dear will come back sooner or later. But this waiting is so unbearable."

When the half-closed, heterochromatic eyes swept over Ainor, the maid saw the cold flame still flickering in the depths of her master's pupils.

Ainol knew that her master's heart was burning with a cold rage at that moment, and anyone would be angry.

Her master had been planning this for years, quietly biding his time through countless sleepless nights. In just six months, he had helped the Primarch overthrow the High Knights' rule.

If the Primarch hadn't grown so slowly, her game could have progressed much faster.

What is she doing this for?

Isn't it just to let that person take time out from educating the Primarch to accompany her and cultivate their relationship?

All she wanted was ordinary, for him to stop for her in the garden, letting the morning dew wet the toes of their boots;

When the gilded tea spoon stirs the black tea, it can reflect the tip of his brow for a moment longer;

The candlelight at dinner time rolled the shadows of the two people into a ball, and they climbed up the velvet curtains in a sticky manner;

Is her request too much?

But Nukeria was unified, and then the Empire came!

"Ainol," Claudia lowered her eyelashes, casting a shadow that obscured the dark tide surging in her eyes, leaving only a melancholy and almost broken sorrow. "Do you think I'm being bullied because I'm too soft-hearted?"

Ainol dug her fingertips into her palms tightly, but she couldn't stop the trembling all over her body, like a leaf hit by a storm, even the hem of her skirt trembled under Claudia's gaze.

"Master." Ainol's voice broke into a trembling whisper. "Life always has its surprises. Since we are human, we never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. But you haven't lost yet."

Claudia was immersed in a lavender melancholy, her voice ending in a faint whisper, "Yeah, fate is such a bitch."

She could have destroyed that fleet, she could have raised a storm of annihilation with a snap of her fingers.

But this is reality, not her kingdom.

This was the play she had spent half her life rehearsing. Every string was soaked in the fragrance of paranoia. How could she bear to tear apart this gorgeous curtain with her own hands?

He bet that she wouldn't dare, and she didn't dare after all.

Now that the move has been made, how can one withdraw?

"Ainol," Claudia's voice was as soft as melting snow. "My life has been like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can make it to the other side?"

Aenol's voice was like a feather brushing against the strings of a harp: "Master, who is more perfect than you?"

This is not a compliment, it is the truth.

She feared her master like a tiger, but she also acknowledged that her master was the most perfect being in the world.

She was born from the fall of the empire, her light is so bright and dazzling, who can compare to her?

Even the others are not worthy, because she is their only master.

The empire has never looked at those people in the eye for tens of millions of years. If it weren't for the birth of the master, how could the empire have fallen to this point?

Only the master born from the ashes of the empire is the most beautiful brilliance in this world!

"Well, that's why I like you, Enol." Claudia let out a lazy hum and narrowed her eyes like a cat whose fur was stroked.

She suddenly stretched her body again, stretching like a satisfied cat. "Ainol, I'm going to sleep for a while. If my dear comes back, remember to wake me up."

The gilded throne creaked slightly as she moved, and her gorgeous skirt fell like petals, revealing half of her frosty white wrist.

The girl curled up between the thrones, her face lost all its sharpness in her sleep, and a childish curve was on the corner of her lips.

She tilted her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her porcelain-white skin.

The entire palace held its breath, and even the moonlight walked lightly, for fear of disturbing this crystal-like fragile sleep.

"The master is fast asleep at this moment. The palace gates are locked. Anyone who trespasses, except that lord, will be killed without mercy."

Ainol lowered her voice and cast a serious glance at the sisters beside her.

Their master had gone to settle the score and was now completely defenseless.

If they desire freedom, now is a golden opportunity.

But only a fool would do this. Even if they succeed in assassinating their master, where can they go?

Comoros?

If they have fallen to this point, the master will not grant them a second life.

Savage world?

There were only a group of primitive people who had tied themselves up in cages.

Arkworld?

Those idiots don't understand the greatness of their master at all!

Although they are afraid of their master, what could be more wonderful than serving their master?

……

Wop summarized Jill's remarks, "So, you don't even know why you're here?"

"Yes, my lord."

Jill knelt on the ground, sitting very well. She had to be well-behaved because the Father of Genes was watching her.

Even if there was no Gene Father, Lord Wop would still be a great man he admired. There was not a single Space Marine in the entire Empire who dared not admire Wop!

If he stood, it would be disrespectful to Wop.

If he dares to disrespect this adult, he will be bullied the next day!

Do you think bullying means sending him to a battle where he will surely die?

This is bullying. You think it's a reward? You're eating and taking it!

Go and squat at the water dispenser for the rest of your life!

So the Emperor is my Lord, the Primarch is my Lord, and Wop is also my Lord!

"Who is plotting against me?" Wop knew something was wrong without even counting on his fingers, because there was something weird about this matter.

This is too short, only six months!

Wop himself hadn't even warmed up, so how could it end so suddenly?

Although these six months had allowed him and Angron to understand each other more deeply than the other Primarchs.

But the time scale is here, who is it that doesn't want Angron to have a good life?

Wop couldn't figure it out so he just put it aside and asked Jill, "Do you know me?"

Jill: "You stand shoulder to shoulder with the Primarch. No one in the Empire should be unfamiliar with you."

Wop: "Oh, I'm so famous? How does the Empire describe me?"

“You Know Who.”

“Poof.” Angron was caught off guard.

Wop's face darkened. "Who gave you that nickname?"

"It was already widely circulated when I learned about it." Gil was cautious. He could see that Wop didn't like it very much and was afraid of bringing bad luck.

Wop's face darkened, "It must have been Neos who did it!"

"Huh?" Jill was stunned. Who was Neos? I'd never heard of the Imperial Regent having such a nickname besides those in the know?

"My Lord," Gil suggested, "perhaps you could give yourself a name."

"That makes sense." Wop nodded. "I must correct the Empire's reputation for me. From now on, you will call me... Mentor! Angron, I leave this matter to you."

“Yes, father,” Angron nodded gravely.

Jill looked up at the sky. What if the Primarch stopped acting? What expression should the son use?

Waiting online, very anxious.

Chapter 100: The Nail Corps is established (5K)

"I want to put implants in the back of their heads!"

On his first day back in Desia, Angron suddenly said something shocking.

He had learned from the future the tragic fate of the 12th Legion and would certainly not order his offspring to implant the Butcher's Nail like a madman, so Wop immediately guessed that he had other intentions.