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

But the Space Marines did not feel happy, instead their expressions varied.

The holographic projection in the conference hall clearly shows the current deployment of the Imperial Fleet.

The three main expeditionary fleets guarded the Phalanx like three sharp swords, and forty-five secondary expeditionary fleets were scattered around it like stars surrounding the moon.

The three fleets were from the Sons of War, the Imperial Fists, and the Fourth Legion.

When the Fourth Legion's fleet arrived, the fighting on the Phalanx had already ended, and they only had time to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Orc fleet.

This meager military achievement was far from enough to wash away the shame of their failure to protect the Primarch in time.

The Imperial Fists were in an equally awkward situation. Although they caught up with the final battle of the Phalanx, they were unable to fight alongside the Primarch.

Wosoto's gaze lingered on the projection for a moment, and when he saw the emblem of the Son of War, the battle-hardened legion commander lowered his head unconsciously.

The two Primarchs present belonged to the Fourth and Seventh Legions respectively, but the genetic father of the Thirteenth Legion was absent.

The Warborn Legion was the first to come to the Primarch's aid, and they received more honors than the two Primarchs' respective legions.

The Thirteenth Legion's trip was indeed worthwhile, but there was still a lingering sense of melancholy in Wosoto's eyes.

The other Primarchs have returned, but where is our Primarch?

Mortals reaped the same glory, but the Space Marines each had their own bitterness.

Wop: "Fricks."

"My Lord." The Space Marines bowed their heads. Their reverence for their mentor was no less than their loyalty to the Primarch.

Although he rarely appears in the Empire, his contribution and significance to the Human Empire are second only to the Lord of Mankind.

Wop: "Go to Curze and Mortarion and have them calculate the coordinates of Olympia for you."

Appius has honestly explained how they found Dorne. Since prophecies and numerology are useful, finding Olympia should not be difficult.

Fricks looked up suddenly, his face beaming with joy.

Wosoto next to him was obviously stunned, and then looked at Wop like a child. What about me?

Wop saw through his thoughts and said, "You can't go."

Wosoto lowered his head dejectedly.

The Emperor had forbidden the Legion to search for its Primarch, and since the XIII Legion had not yet returned to its original position, they indeed should not have taken the initiative to do so.

But then, Wop changed the subject: "Go to Nukeria to find Xiao An and ask him to arrange an expedition for you in the Ultramarine."

Is Xiao An referring to the Primarch Angron?

Wosoto was cheered up, and he felt that the tutor's arrangement would not be aimless.

Does this mean that their Primarch's homeworld is not far from Nuceria?

Perturabo frowned. His father doted on his grandchildren too much. Was this a kind of affection between generations?

Fortunately, Wop didn't speak again. These clues were considered rewards for the two legions.

The Imperial Fists already had Dorn; they didn't need any extra rewards.

As soon as Wop finished speaking, Dorn spoke in a steady voice:

"You are all heroes of the Empire. I will remember your honor in rushing to aid Reach."

"But this is far from the time to celebrate, because there is at least an entire Orc empire entrenched outside the Vit Star Cluster. The Orc fleet we annihilated is just the tip of the iceberg. My home planet is still shrouded in the shadow of war, and even more severe challenges await us."

"We must immediately begin preparations for the next phase of combat deployment."

"This not only concerns the safety of Reach, but also the survival of Invert."

"I require all fleets to immediately begin combat readiness repairs and dispatch a reconnaissance fleet to conduct a comprehensive exploration of the surrounding star regions to locate the Orc Empire."

Perturabo glanced at Dorn with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Who asked you?

What would happen to Dorne without him and his father?

Chapter 222 Murder is a Funny Game (5K)

"Father, isn't this too dangerous?" Caliphini frowned slightly, her tone filled with deep worry.

"Have you forgotten the assassination attempt at the theater last time?"

Damecus, however, seemed confident. "With the world at peace and the people united, what danger could there be?"

"My son conquered all of Olympia for me. As a father, don't I even have the freedom to watch a play?"

Seeing her father's resolute attitude, Caliphini suggested, "We can invite the troupe to perform in the palace."

Dammecus: "What's the point? You don't understand. Only in the theater can you feel the real dramatic atmosphere!"

Caliphony still refused to give up: "Why don't we wait two more days? Brother Wop and Abo will be back soon."

Dammecus waved his hand proudly, "No need, even without Abo, I am still the Lord of Olympia!"

"Besides, this trip was a spur-of-the-moment decision of mine, not one suggested by any advisor. How could Rocks have so many assassins? Even if there were, what's there to fear from a mere scoundrel?"

Dammecus's stubbornness made Caliphnia feel powerless. She knew her father too well. He appeared to be enjoying the drama, but in reality, he just wanted to enjoy the vanity of being worshipped in front of the public.

Caliphini sighed softly, "Since you've made up your mind, I'll arrange for your escort."

After Caliphine disappeared at the end of the corridor, Damex looked at the empty room and muttered to himself:

"I am the King of Olympia!"

In the eyes of the world, Damex is the tyrant of Locke, the king of Olympia and the ruler of the world.

But in the palace, Dammecus hid an unknown loneliness in his heart.

His children all have their own things to do.

Perturabo was assisting his brother in his conquest of the stars, while Heraclon commanded the legions and was already studying his opponents among the stars.

Andos was immersed in artistic creation, while Caliphni shouldered the heavy responsibility of governing the country and was even better than his father.

And Wop, his vision is much broader than anyone else.

While he held Dammecus in no contempt, he certainly did not take the 'Lord of Olympia' seriously either.

Compared to the universe, Olympia is really too small.

His children have all achieved brilliant success in different fields, but under this brilliance, Dammecus has become the loneliest person.

It was Perturabo who conquered the world, and Heraclon also participated.

Caliphate governed the country in an orderly manner, and Andos was obsessed with art and didn't care about anything else.

Dammecus, on the other hand, had the title of Lord of Olympia but accomplished nothing.

Dammex felt bitter.

Of course, he understood that Caliphni's dissuasion was out of concern. As a father, he would not vent his anger on his outstanding children. He could only blame himself, the Lord of Olympia, for being too incompetent.

But even though I understood it, a feeling of unwillingness still surged in my heart.

He is the King of Olympia!

Don’t we even have the right to go out and watch a play?

"You are the king of Olympia, of course you have it!" The voice echoed in Dammecus's ears, whispering bewitchingly, "Enjoy the worship of your subjects. This is your birthright!"

Another voice said with good intentions, "Your children are all outstanding, but how can they understand the loneliness of a father abandoned by the times?"

The two voices blended into a reassuring whisper: "It's just a play, what's the danger?"

Dammecus straightened his back unconsciously.

Yes, he is the king!

Only when he sits on the red velvet seats in the theater, when the whole audience's eyes are focused on him like a pilgrim, and when the waves of cheers hit his eardrums, can he regain the long-lost sense of pride.

It was as if he was still the high-spirited king of the past, rather than the lonely old father overshadowed by his children's brilliance.

Dammecus suddenly stopped and looked back, his eyes piercing towards both sides of the throne.

There stand two weathered stone sculptures, representing the legendary twin kings of Mount Telephas, Gozek and Calaphis.

These two multi-ton stone sculptures have stood here for hundreds of years, since the founding of the Rocks.

They were all meticulously crafted by Rocks' most outstanding craftsmen. Although they were inanimate objects, they exuded a captivating royal majesty.

Although Dammecus no longer believed in gods, he still preserved these two stone sculptures that symbolized royal authority.

He may not really like these two stone sculptures, he just wants to use his power arbitrarily.

Despite Culliphant's vehement objections, Woppe examined both sculptures and found no signs of decay.

Dammecus was quite at peace with this.

"That's right, what bad intentions does the stone sculpture have?"

"Go with peace of mind. We are here to watch over you. The throne will always belong to you."

The stone sculpture let out a low laugh, "I promise, yes, I promise."

……

Caliphini repeatedly warned, "Zoris, you must thoroughly check the inside and outside of the theater. No more assassinations will happen."

Zoris: "My Lord, should we try to persuade the King? Rocks is not at peace right now."

Everyone knows that they have captured priests and sanchi. Although it does not affect civilians, it still makes the people of Locke panic.

Caliphonie shook her head. "I tried, it didn't work."

What Dammecus should be worried about now is the lack of a successor, because none of his children have the ambition to inherit the throne. As the co-ruler of Olympia, her father certainly has the right to be willful.

Dammecus did not intend to harm the people; he just wanted to satisfy his hobby of watching a play.

Although she felt a little worried, Caliphonie had no reason to stop him.

Besides, there is no need to worry too much about safety, and Damex is not completely fearless of danger.

The theater he chose was designed by Perturabo himself and had been completed a few months ago after several years.

The location was also chosen in the core urban area of ​​Rocks, and Damex was a temporary itinerary. There were layers of protection from palace guards and secret guards along the way, and there was no assassination scene in the drama project. The risk of this trip was indeed very low.

Although the safety of the trip would be guaranteed when Perturabo returned, didn't Dameks choose to go to the theater at this time just to avoid Perturabo?

Although Perturabo had no intention of usurping the throne, Dammecus would not doubt Perturabo because he knew that Perturabo had a broader future and would not be concerned about the tyrant's throne.

But the people knew nothing about this. In their eyes, Perturabo could overthrow Dammecus at any time.

If he were accompanied by Perturabo, the otherworldly Primarch, and Wop, the psyker who was considered to possess "divine power" by the people, not many people would pay attention to him, the nominal king.

He travels to enjoy the worship, not to be a supporting role or to be humiliated.

Dammecus thought he had hidden this little secret perfectly, but he didn't know that Caliphni knew it very well, she just didn't point it out.

Since her father insisted on being willful, she had no choice but to obey him.

Caliphonie: "Zoris, you are the one Abo trusts the most. I'm entrusting this matter to you, and you must make sure it goes flawlessly."

"Yes, my lord." Zoris bowed his head and accepted the order.

The king wanted to act on his own, but Caliphate had given him orders, so he had no choice but to obey them.

No matter what, he must not betray the Primarch's trust!

……

Zoris summoned his men and repeatedly instructed them, "Bron, take three teams and thoroughly investigate dangers along the king's route. Any suspicious individuals must be immediately detained and interrogated."

Thortan Wo Bron couldn't help but frown. "The whole city is searching for the cultists now. Why would the king take such a risk at this time?"

Zoris stopped him with a serious look, "Be careful with your words, and don't forget your oath. We are only responsible for eliminating threats."

"The rest of you, follow me to the theater to set up security. We must do our utmost to ensure the king's safety!"

"Everyone entering the venue must undergo a rigorous body search, and any items that could be used as weapons must be confiscated."

"If anyone is carrying a sword or a gun, they can be arrested directly, regardless of the reason. If they disobey orders, they can be shot to death!"

Execute first and report later, authorized by the king, this is the secret guard!

A few years ago, Zoris dared to shoot the Second Chanzhi in the street, and now he kills people without even frowning.