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

Wop sighed, "Doesn't this just prove that the future can't be changed?"

Malcador tapped the floor with his staff. "Would you please stop sighing? It's getting on my nerves."

"Okay." Wop nodded and sighed again.

He didn't want to sigh, but everything that happened now made him sigh, this fucking Warhammer universe.

If he must travel to Terra, why can't he go to Terra where all the girls have animal ears?

Machado smiled and said, "Don't be so pessimistic. The game has just begun. We still have a chance to make amends."

"How to remedy it?" Wop asked immediately.

Although he himself may not be willing to admit it, he still holds on to hope, which is the most luxurious thing in the universe.

Neos said, "I have to ask you this: what do you think the Primarch lacks the most?"

"What's missing?" Wop fell into thought. "They are born demigods, possessing perfect genes and bodies. Their essence is that of lesser gods of the Warp. Their lives have reached the pinnacle that countless lives only desire. On the material level, they lack nothing. But on the spiritual level, they lack love."

"Love?" Malcador asked deliberately. "I have long said that half the Primarchs should be made female."

"Love is love, fatherly love is love, and motherly love is love," Wop said. "Primarchs don't need love, but they definitely need fatherly and motherly love. Look, Robert is the healthiest of all the Primarchs because he has parents. Most of the other Primarchs don't have parents, especially mothers."

"They had a mother, but their mother abandoned them," Neos said.

Wop knew who he was talking about, Ilda.

If the Primarch had been able to grow up under the care of the Emperor and Erda, perhaps things would have been different.

It's a pity that XXN's thinking is difficult for ordinary people to understand, especially XXN who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

"A more personal question." Wop looked at Neos, "Have you ever done it with Erda?"

Neos said coldly: "Mortal love will only delay my efficiency."

"That means she doesn't have any," Wop said with a tut. "She's probably going through menopause. You can't give her the 'sense of security' she needs, and with the Four Gods whispering in her ear, don't you think this is a perfect match?"

"But not necessarily." Wop sighed again. "Even if there's no Erda, there's still Horus and the Thousand Sons. The outcome won't change. The Four Gods have provided multiple safeguards. Just like Horus never intended to betray you, but the Four Gods forced him to become evil and fall. His will doesn't matter at all."

"Why can't they just force all the Primarchs to become evil?" asked Malcador.

"I don't know." Wop shook his head.

Neos said, "Because what they can do is very limited, they cannot interfere too much in the mortal world. They caused my son to fall, but it was done by their combined strength. The Primarch's Warp nature is not as weak as you think. They have the power to resist the Four Gods."

"But they don't know how to use it. It's been so long since you found them, but you haven't taught them how to awaken the essence of the subspace!"

Neos said, "You don't understand. The time is not right yet."

Wop said: "Even if I admit that what you said is correct, half of the Primarchs will still betray me in the end, right?"

"Why are you so sure?" Neos asked.

"Isn't this the deal between you and the Four Gods? Half for each of you."

Neos said, "I have never made a deal with them, and I never will."

Worp asked doubtfully, "Where did the Primarch's warp essence come from?"

"I am a picker."

Wow, it turns out this emperor is Dutch!

Chapter 3 Shell: Hello!

"Okay, I admit that everything that happened today was shocking, but you still haven't told me what I can do?"

Malcador and Neos were very friendly to Wop, just like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. No one hid anything and they told each other everything, but in fact they had only known each other for five minutes.

But Wop's doubts increased instead of decreasing. The plot of Warhammer was too long and too complicated. He might not understand the details, but he was clear about the general outline.

So what were they trying to gain by being so friendly to a mere mortal like him?

Even friends have their own motives. Bad friends are after their brothers' money and girls, while true friends are after the sincere friendship.

Wop asked himself that if there was no true friendship between them, it must be the former.

"Do not underestimate yourself," Malcador said. "Your role is far more significant than you realize."

"If I were really that important, why didn't you come to me earlier?"

Neos: "The time is not yet ripe."

"So it's mature now?"

Neos: "It's still immature, but I have no choice. My son is lost."

"Then go find your son, or at worst, seek revenge on the Four Gods. Can I help you find your son or avenge yourself against them?"

"Yes."

What's right? Wop's mind was blank, so he just said it casually.

Wop pointed at himself.

"Me? Help you find your son?"

"Correct."

"Help you with the Four Gods?"

"Correct."

"Then I'm a big thigh, right?"

"That's understandable."

Wop studied Neos's expression. It didn't look like he was joking, and the Emperor wasn't in the mood to joke with a mortal like him.

Could it be that he really has some special qualities that he himself is not aware of?

"I'm a psyker?" Wop asked.

"No." Neos shook his head and nodded, "But you can be."

"Then I can also be immortal?" asked Wop.

"Yes." Malcador nodded.

"How come I don't know how awesome I am?" Wop was a little confused.

Malcador: "Even the Primarchs were not aware of their Warp nature."

Wop's expression became tangled, and he looked at Neos: "Am I also your son?"

"You are different."

"can not tell."

Wop looked down at himself. He was dressed as a worker and looked no different from any other mortal.

His genes may be purer than others, but he is not the only one with such pure genes. Those immortals are all pure, and the Imperial Guards are also pure.

Only then will it be his turn to sow.

"Okay." Wop nodded. "What exactly do you need me to do?"

If he can't do anything, he will definitely start.

But if he has the ability to do something, it's not too late to wait until he tries.

The Emperor and Prime Minister Ma can't just sit there and play with a fool, right?

If this is true, then his trip is worth it. Others who want to be amused by the emperor don’t have this blessing!

"Everything was perfectly planned." Malcador waved his hand, and the surrounding scene shifted again, returning from the underground laboratory to the throne room. Psychic energy painted an idealized scene in the sky. Many figures were present, but three were prominent: the old man in black, the golden warrior, and the girl radiating a holy white light.

"Nyos will be in charge of the Great Crusade, I will oversee internal affairs, and Erda will teach the new Primarchs, making them understand the responsibilities of being human and the grand ideals of the Great Crusade."

"But now, this ideal picture has been torn apart."

The part of the scroll belonging to Erda was torn apart by ink-like colors, and the twenty babies surrounding her also turned into fragments of clouds and mist and dissipated.

Malcador: "For now, I will continue to manage the internal affairs, and Neos will be in charge of the Great Crusade. We need someone to fill the vacancy left by Erda."

Wop pointed at himself.

"I?"

Neos nodded: "Yes, you."

"But your son is missing."

"So your first step is to get them back."

Wop: "That's not difficult. I know which planets the Primarchs have drifted to. You just need to send a fleet to bring them back."

"This method won't work," Neos said. "The Primarchs are scattered not just across space, but also across time. The Four Gods were able to overcome numerous obstacles and bring them away, but didn't they ever consider that I would find my son? Even if we knew where the Primarchs were, the fleet would never reach its destination unless I went there myself."

"Why don't you go there yourself?"

"I need to lead the Great Crusade. I have no time to waste."

Wop shouldn't have had any expectations. Isn't that what the Emperor is like?

He had too many things to accomplish, but too little time, and the Four Gods' interference made his plans a mess.

Wop frowned and asked, "So you still want me to go? It's not that I don't want to go, but can I really find them?"

"As long as you want." Malcador smiled and nodded.

"Okay then." Wop remembered something very important and looked up at Neos and said, "Before I go, do you need to give me some help?"

"what do you want?"

"Just a few hundred Custodes and a few thousand Space Marines will do. I don't ask for more."

"No."

"Then give us some old Hundreds, the Mortal Auxiliary Army, right?"

Neos: "No, we can't provide you with any manpower assistance."

Wop thought to himself, "What can you offer? A blessing? It's not impossible. With the Emperor's power, I can teach the Primarchs a lesson even if they don't obey. So which Primarch should I start with?"

Neos's eyes seemed a little surprised. This was the first time he showed such an expression.

"I will bless you." Neos reached out and gently patted Wop's shoulder three times. "You can use my power. Go, Wop, with the hope of all mankind."

Wop's vision fell into darkness, and his spirit sank to the boundless seabed.

"Is this really a good idea? Putting all our hopes on him," said Machado.

"I know." There was no one in front of Neos, "but he's the only one left."

"You shouldn't have let him go. His presence on Terra is far more important than searching for the Primarch."

"I didn't ask him to leave. He wanted to go. He thought this was the right path. We couldn't stop him."

"Are you sure he can educate your son? I mean, he doesn't look normal."

"Maybe." Neos was not very confident.

……

"Father, wake up, father, there is danger around, wake up! He will kill you, I can't stop him, father!"

Wop woke up from his dream, broken into a cold sweat, as if someone was calling his name anxiously.

He looked around, and it was pitch black.

But he could see what was in the darkness. It was a round metal warehouse that didn't fit in with its surroundings.

Wop saw the number on the metal silo, VIII.

The white-skinned, black-haired child had already pushed open the hatch and was holding a sharp piece of debris, staring at Wop with his eyes.

Wop's heart sank.

Chapter 4 Wop: Neos, look, this is how your son uses it!

Wop climbed up in the darkness, and the boy followed him quietly, without crying or making a fuss, and was very honest.

"Your dad is such a jerk that he sent me here without even saying hello." Wop turned and said to the boy.