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

Although they are maids and wear maid attire all day long, their gestures reveal an aristocratic demeanor that is inconsistent with their status. Their natural elegance is also tinged with an intriguing arrogance.

This is not in line with common sense, nor can it be explained by the fact that they were once noble ladies, because the huge loss brought about by the change in identity and status should make them at a loss. For example, the down-and-out nobleman Liu Lichuan has already demonstrated very well what it would be like for a down-and-out young lady to become a maid.

If one were to describe their attitude, it would be more like they were once aristocrats, and their current state of desolation was not truly destitute. It seemed that serving Claudia had instead elevated them to a higher level than their former aristocratic status.

It was as if he had suddenly transformed from the head of a chicken to the tail of a phoenix, achieving a class leap.

"My dear, you're here." A lazy and charming voice floated down from the throne. Claudia was leaning on the gilded throne with a faint smile on her lips.

"Are you OK?"

Wop was keenly aware of Claudia's abnormality. If she was a pretentious, lazy and noble Persian cat before, she was now a Ragdoll cat in heat, and every look in her eyes was filled with uncontrollable restlessness.

To translate it, she lusted after his body and wished to kill him right there.

"boom!"

The heavy golden door slammed shut, and the maids in uniform black and white dresses stood like silent silhouettes, their heads bowed, in the shadow of the gilded columns.

Wop had no doubt that if their master wanted to give him a strong base, they would definitely help their master, and maybe some of them would even find a way to secretly drink a sip.

They don't ask for much, just drink what comes out.

"What could possibly be wrong?" Claudia suddenly let out a laugh as sweet as a silver bell. "I just suddenly realized that I like you even more than before!"

"Are you in heat?"

"That's right." Claudia raised her chin gracefully, her slender neck stretched out like a swan. A noble smile played on the corners of her lips, but her eyes were surprisingly hot.

"The child is not here, but you should be able to understand that I am sincere to you."

Wop: "I came to say goodbye to you, and you want to fuck me?"

"Why?" Claudia tilted her head, each syllable smeared with honey-sweetness. "Isn't it... not possible?"

Wop took two steps back without leaving a trace. "There's no need to be so anxious, right?"

It was a mistake not to bring Angron this time.

Boys should really protect themselves when they go out. Wop was already thinking about how to control these maids without hurting them and then run away as quickly as possible.

She lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip, and her charming voice was rarely filled with a bit of grievance. "But, if I don't do something, I will lose you forever."

"How could that be? We'll meet again."

"When?"

Wop: "Wait until I have recovered all the Primarchs. Then I will revisit their home planets one by one. I will see if they are still practicing their ways. Then I will naturally meet up with old friends."

Claudia raised her head slightly. "Old friends? Including me?"

Wop asked back, "Don't you have any self-awareness? If you hadn't been pestering me all the time, how could I not have made any other friends besides you?"

Claudia suddenly blinked, her watery eyes gleaming with a stubborn glint. "So, we are friends?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I want you to answer me in person~" Claudia dragged out the last syllable, like a coquettish cat gently scratching its owner's heart with its claws.

"Yes." Wop stared into Claudia's moist eyes, "As long as you remain true to your original intention, we will always be friends."

“Is that a promise?”

"Then do I have to give you a deadline, like being friends for life?"

"Don't ask me back!" Her voice trailed off with a coquettish tremor, like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Give me a definite answer now, right now, right now, or I'll punish you!"

"It's a promise." Wop nodded. "It's not impossible for a lifetime."

Since she is sincere, he is also sincere. This is his principle in treating people.

Of course, this doesn't count when you're attacking the enemy by surprise.

Since we are all enemies, who would talk to you about the code of conduct?

Claudia's request was not as heavy as the Primarch's. It was just to be friends for life. Of course, Wop could agree to such a small promise.

Anyway, the life of a mortal is very short. After a few hundred years, even the most beautiful woman will turn into a skeleton.

But even then, he would go to Claudia's grave to burn incense to commemorate this strange friendship.

Claudia suddenly broke into a smile, her face blossoming like a spring flower. "Then my heart will never change!"

"I'm referring to your original intention of devoting your life to the cause of human liberation, not your original intention of lusting after my body!"

"It's all the same." Claudia let out a coquettish snort. "If you won't let me lust after your body, why should I devote my life to the cause of humanity?"

"What's wrong with you devoting your whole life to the cause of humanity? Aren't you a human being?"

"It could be, and it couldn't be." Claudia leaned lazily on the gilded armchair, her silk skirt rustling. "If you want to make the horse run, even if you don't shock me, you should at least dangle a piece of delicious meat in front of me, right?"

Wop really wanted to cover his face and said, "Sister, what kind of vicious words are you talking about?"

666666, this is not even an act!

But no matter what, the lustful and charming atmosphere in the air finally dissipated quietly like the morning mist. Claudia straightened up gracefully, and her fingertips gently stroked the non-existent hair on her temples. In the blink of an eye, she regained her lazy and noble appearance, and transformed from a ragdoll cat in heat into an elegant and proud Persian cat.

But why do you look so disappointed, Ainol?

I didn't realize that you, a delicate girl, are actually coveting my body!

Wop: "So, what happened to you just now?"

Claudia: "There's a jerk you don't know who's pissing me off, so I want to get you before you leave. Even if I can't have your heart, I'll get you in person."

Wop: "Are you sure you can alkali me?"

"How will you know if you don't try? This is my last chance."

"But now," Claudia tilted her head and smiled an innocent yet charming smile. "Do you think I have the potential to become the Primarch's mother?"

Wop nodded, "Yes, sister, yes."

"Is it authentic?" Claudia's fingertips trembled, her blue-purple pupils suddenly contracted, and her red lips parted slightly, but only a half-breath escaped.

Wop: "Don't underestimate yourself. I think you are much stronger than the Primarch's biological mother!"

Claudia was just being pretentious, but her help to Angron was genuine and unconditional.

Regardless of her intentions, at least this evidence cannot be denied.

She not only wants Angron to call her mother, but also sincerely wants to be a good mother. Although this is based on the premise of Wop, it can still be done in a thin way.

If Elda had the same initiative and sincerity as Claudia, she would have directly gone to the emperor and told him that she was so craving his body that she was sexually repressed and wanted to have sex with him. No matter how busy the emperor was, he would have been happy to satisfy her, and things would not have come to this point.

Claudia suddenly raised her delicate hand to cover her red lips, and a few silver bell-like giggles escaped from between her fingers.

You could tell she wanted to hide it, but she couldn't help herself.

Because her achievements over the past few months were not as great as what she stumbled upon today. If she had known it would be so easy to get a promise, she would have found a way to strengthen the alkali wop!

This is probably what Wop meant by compromise.

When she just said that she wanted his body, he would definitely not agree.

But when she took actual action to force him to have sex, he agreed to let her have his body.

This discovery made Claudia's eyes slightly raise, and even her fingertips tremble with pleasure, like a cat that has successfully stolen some meat and curled up its claws in the dark.

That bastard probably never thought this day would come, right?

"No matter what, I win!"

Claudia's fingertips were still hovering on her smiling lips, but her eyes were already shining with the shrewdness of a hunter. In order to get more promises, she had no choice but to fight for the cause of human liberation for the rest of her life.

Chapter 102: World Eater - Claw of Wop (5K)

The Resolute Resolve should now be called the Spark.

The Triumphal Hall was silent.

The former war dog, now the World Eater, lowered his head and accepted the glory bestowed by the Father of Genes.

The Primarch is the faith and destiny of the Space Marines. No matter what title the Primarch bestows upon them or what grace and power they bestow, it is all their supreme honor!

Their souls are intertwined, their wills are interconnected, and the Primarch opens his spiritual realm to his offspring without reservation, allowing the World Eaters to share his precious memories and emotions.

What the World Eaters glimpsed from this was not only the tragic fate of their future, but also the heavy trust and expectations that the Father of Genes had placed on them.

He believed that his offspring would grow up to be people that he would be proud of, rather than war dogs that would obey the Emperor's orders!

And how could they let down the Father of Genes?

Angron slowly straightened up, and the World Eaters around him followed suit. The joints of thousands of power armors burst out with thunderous sounds, as if the entire hall was responding to the expectations of the Father of Genes.

Angron gazed upon his brood and gave his first orders upon his return to the Legion.

"Arrange the Stormbirds. I need to return to Desia."

This order was not surprising, as every legionnaire had already expected it.

The Twelve Legions are looking forward to the return of the Father of Genes day and night, and isn't their Father of Genes the same?

……

Locke stood in Observation Dome No. 8, watching the Stormbird formation carrying the Father of Genes cut through the void and fall into the atmosphere of Nukeria like a meteor.

"Now we have our own Primarch." Locke whispered to himself, a smile appearing on his cold face.

"You've repeated this sentence a thousand times." Jill's words revealed an unconcealable helplessness.

This number was obviously exaggerated. Locke clearly remembered that it was no more than a dozen times, but he pursed his lips and did not refute it.

The fact that he kept mentioning the Primarch just showed that he loved the Primarch. What was wrong with him?

Locke asked, "You didn't escort the Primarch yourself?"

Jill: "The Primarch has done enough for us, his descendants. We should give him some private space."

Locke lowered his voice unconsciously: "You met that adult, how does he look?"

Jill: "He was the Primarch's mentor and his father."

Angron selflessly shared much with them, including the tragic fate of the World Eaters that had been reversed, but the only thing he didn't share was his memories of his time with Wop.

Although the Primarch was generous to his descendants, he also had treasures that he would never share.

Locke: "What about the Emperor?"

The Emperor is the Father of the Primarchs, a fact recognized throughout the Imperium.

But now the Primarch regards another adult as his father. The World Eaters certainly dare not point fingers at the Father of Genes, but outsiders cannot help but have complaints.

It may even turn into some kind of disaster in the future.

Jill shook her head. "We won't be the only exception. The several Primarchs who have returned were all found by that Lord."

Locke instantly understood the hidden meaning in his words. The other Primarchs might also regard that adult as their true father, rather than the Lord of Humanity.

This was destined to become a permanent scar, planting a subtle rift in the relationship between the Primarch and the Lord of Mankind.

This subtle rift would eventually develop into an unbridgeable chasm, building an invisible barrier between the Primarch and the Emperor.

So what will the future be like?

If all the Primarchs regarded that Lord as their father, then who would be the real one...

This idea was too horrifying. Locke suddenly cut off this dangerous thought and forced himself to pull his thoughts back to reality.

Locke's fingers unconsciously stroked his shoulder armor: "The title of Legion Commander no longer belongs to me."

"Why are you saying this so suddenly?" Jill's voice was filled with confusion. "The Primarch would never treat you differently just because you once led a Legion."

"I know." Locke stared calmly into the distant void. "I'm just reminding myself that the Primarch is the master of the XII Legion. No matter what path he chooses, the World Eaters will follow him to the death."

If the Twelfth Legion were to be rebuilt, the wisest course of action would not be to empathize with his descendants.

The War Dogs are already too deeply involved in the war. The Gene Father can pull them back to the edge of the cliff, or let them fall into the abyss.

As long as the Primarch was there, he could build a new XII Legion from scratch, and the tens of thousands of Space Marines of the Warhounds were just parts that could be replaced at any time.

However, the Father of Genes could not bear to abandon his offspring. He extended a hand of redemption and led the lost war dog to a new life.

Locke knew better than anyone that only the will of the Primarch was the guarantee of the Legion's immortality, and the existence of war dogs was just a dot of ink in the long river of history that needed to be rewritten.

Whatever the Primarch may do, whatever the enemy, the XII Legion will always be Angron's World Eaters!