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

Warhammer, I am a babysitter, not your father! Author: Holy Terra is also Terra

After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just live a life of idleness and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise a child.

"Nyos, they're your sons! How dare you, as a father, abandon them and leave them all to me? Is that the kind of father you are?"

"Horus, you are the Son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son. Why do you come to me? Don't come here!"

"Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down! I want to stay with Sanguinius!"

"Shell, stop Angron! He's trying to read my mind! What? You said you want to know who my favorite child is, too?"

"I already told you I'm not your father!"

Volume: Volume 1

Chapter 1: Not Glorious

"The torch illuminates the emperor's will and destroys the monsters."

"Only the Emperor can protect us."

"The Emperor tacitly approves."

"True knowledge can bring disaster."

Wop woke up in his 13-square-meter little house, took out the emperor figurine he had carved from the small box under the bed, and placed it on the table to worship devoutly.

"Wop, get up and work! The Emperor needs us!"

Outside the door, foreman Raymond was banging on his room frantically again and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Here I come." Wop finished the worship, stuffed the emperor figurine back into the small box under the bed, picked up his tools and went out.

"What are you mumbling about in the room again?" Raymond suspected he had heard something and warned him sternly, "Behave yourself, kid. If you get caught by the missionaries of the Imperial Truth, you'll die!"

"Next time for sure," Wop said perfunctorily.

He was originally a native of M3, but because of a casual remark he inexplicably traveled to M30.

After learning the truth, Wop was completely despaired, and no one knew how desperate he was at that time.

He is simply a person who likes to be beaten. The fact that he didn't cry like a fart whose toes were stepped on shows that he has a strong psychological quality.

But now that he's here, what else can he do?

Even if he came to this damn warhammer, he still wanted to live, because God knows what kind of torture he would suffer after death?

Wop wasn't bragging, he just knew too much. Although the Four Gods might not pay attention to a small character like him, what if?

Now he is just like the Dark Eldar, wishing his soul would be shattered.

The timeline is now 750.M30, five years after the Emperor destroyed the last cathedral on Terra.

The promotion of Imperial Truth is in full swing. Missionaries, following the Emperor's will, promote atheism and rationalism on Terra, and any belief will be subjected to ruthless judgment.

But Wop felt that he was not a heretic, he was just a little ahead of the times.

Anyway, the version will be updated from Imperial Truth to Words of the Emperor sooner or later, so how can you say he is a heretic?

Wop leaned out of the tractor's cockpit and yelled, "Stupid, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he's new here and doesn't know much." The old man quickly pulled the young man to apologize and took him into the construction site.

Wop was surly, and he hadn't been that way before, but anyone who worked sixteen or more hours a day for five years, with less than eight hours' rest a day and a diet of inedible corpse starch would become as surly as he was.

He wants to be kind to others, but society doesn't allow it!

He is not a baby and is not qualified to be a member of the Imperial Guard.

He is not a teenager and is not qualified to be a Space Marine.

He was not a noble and was not qualified to pilot a knight or a Titan.

He had no channels to join the Adeptus Mechanicus, and he was not even qualified to join the Mortal Auxiliary Army as a filler.

But the newly born human empire did not keep idle people, so he could only adapt to the times and give himself a local name, Wop, and join the not-so-glorious army of workers, driving an M30 tractor to contribute to the construction of the Terra Palace.

The construction site was filled with the roar of various machines, which were spread all over the outskirts of the Terra Palace.

Wop had no time to eat, so he could only take out the corpse starch sticks that Raymond gave him in the morning from his bag and chew on them during his work breaks.

Corpse starch has no taste, neither sweet nor bitter, but it is still hard to swallow, even worse than luncheon meat.

"You don't like the Empire as it is now?"

"Holy shit!" Wop was startled and turned to look at the boy next to him, "How the hell did you get up here?"

His tractor is ten meters high, and the door is closed!

"You haven't answered me yet." said the boy.

Wop looked at the boy, with his wheat-colored skin, long black hair, and handsome face. He was a real beautiful boy who could be considered a handsome young man in any era.

Wop seemed to realize something and said silently, "That depends on what you compare it to. If you compare it to the time when I came here, I don't like it. But if you compare it to ten thousand years from now, the current empire is already a rare golden age."

The boy nodded: "This is how I got up here."

He was glowing with golden light, his feet off the ground, floating in the air.

The old man said, “The future you see may not come true.”

Wop looked at the old man, shrouded in a hood and holding a scepter, and was speechless. "Don't you think it's a bit crowded here?"

The old man smiled and said, "A little bit. How about this?"

The scene in front of Wop's eyes flashed, and he was already in a magnificent palace with golden splendor.

Warriors in golden armor stood outside the palace, and they were the only three left in the throne room.

Shocked?

A little bit, but not much.

Wop was silent. "I know what you're going to say. The future is a library. What I've seen is just one of the books in this library. Maybe what I've seen isn't the inevitable future, but it's the most likely one."

The old man was surprised that he could guess what he was thinking. Wop explained: "This is what your future self said to Shell."

"Do you know who we are?" the old man asked.

"Is it hard to guess?" Wop sighed. "You are either Old Ma and the Emperor, or you are 'divine messengers' sent by the Four Gods to fool me. Maybe you are even reading my mind."

The boy said, "The power of the Four Gods cannot penetrate Terra."

"Just not now." Wop shook his head.

"You are too pessimistic," said the old man.

"I don't want to be pessimistic, but it's hard not to be pessimistic when you find yourself in a cesspool."

"A cesspool? Interesting metaphor." The old man laughed.

He thought for a moment and added, "It's accurate, but we didn't read your mind, which is rude."

"Should I say thank you then?"

"You're welcome." said the boy.

Wop asked doubtfully, "What do you want me to do? Or rather, what can I do?"

"What do you think you can do?" the old man asked.

Wop said seriously, "My only advantage is probably that my genes are relatively pure. I can be a qualified stud. I don't ask for much. Just find me eight or ten beautiful wives."

The old man asked, "Why do you think we will meet your request?"

"I don't think so." Wop sighed again. "I know that no matter what you want to do to me, my opinion is not important. So what else can I do? At least I can keep it loose so that it won't look so bad. Besides, since you are willing to waste your precious time to see me, it means that I should still be of some use, right?"

"That makes sense." The old man nodded in approval.

The young man suddenly said, "You just scolded me."

"I'm sorry." Wop admitted his mistake decisively.

The boy said, "I allow you to reformulate your language."

Countless compliments flooded Wop's mind: wise and brave, great talent and strategy, majestic and imposing, and astute... Thousands of words finally converged into one heartfelt compliment: "You are truly a wise and brave idiot."

Chapter 2 The biggest problem is no horse

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The old man laughed so happily that he couldn't straighten his back, and his laughter made a pig-like sound without any grace.

The young man stared at Wop, who looked sincere, without saying a word and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wop pleaded, "Can I be as quick as that? The kind that would destroy both my soul and body?"

"Are you missing someone?"

"I don't agree, but dying in your hands is better than falling into the hands of the Four Gods. You don't want me to be their son, do you?"

The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't die, not for the time being."

Wop looked expectant: "So you still want me to be a stud?"

The old man said happily: "Don't you have any other pursuits besides being a stud?"

"Yes, but what can I do?" Wop sighed again. "I've already acknowledged the fact that I'm a loser. I'm neither a psychic nor an immortal. Starting the fight is my last act of resistance against this cesspool."

The boy asked, "But haven't you been looking forward to meeting us?"

"How did you know?" Wop was surprised.

"If someone whispered your name 'affectionately' in your ear every day, would you not know it?"

"Ah?" Wop opened his mouth wide. No, can you really hear it?

"Actually, I was just joking. That was the tradition back then. Believe it or not, just believe it a little bit." Wopu finally compromised under the boy's gaze. "Well, I did initially wonder if you could hear me, and if so, would you summon me?"

"If you weren't kidding, you wouldn't be here."

"But you still haven't told me what I can do?" Wop was puzzled.

"You will know, come with us." The old man said with a smile.

Wop caught up with him and asked, "You should know my name. What should I call you?"

"Don't you call me Lao Ma? Just keep calling me Lao Ma. As for him."

"Neos." said the boy.

"Okay Nico."

Wop originally thought it would be a long journey, but the scene in front of him kept changing.

They never left the throne room doors, but each step they took would lead them into a completely new building.

A magnificent laboratory, rows of stopped golden machines, a huge silver steel door with the Sky Eagle emblem etched on the metal door, and a cold breeze blowing from its bottom.

After a few steps, the picture froze.

A raised central corridor runs through the room, with ten empty torpedo-sized cylinders placed flat on both sides of the room, connected to a set of strange machines.

These cylinders were supposed to contain containers, but these containers are now missing.

"Has he been taken away by the Four Gods?" Wop sighed. "Since you could have heard my prayers five years ago, why didn't you prepare earlier?"

"Didn't you say it? The future is a library."

"Don't try to evade me with that kind of talk. Even if it's just a possibility, is it that difficult for you to prepare in advance?"

Neos asked, "How do you know I'm not prepared?"

Wop was stunned. Oh, that's right.

He is the Emperor, not the God-Emperor.

What if he was prepared?

He is one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, but what is he in front of the Four Gods?