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

"Everyone entering the venue must undergo security checks, no matter who they are!"

Although Zoris was not at all humane, under the threat of live ammunition, the people still cooperated very well and lined up obediently for security checks.

Zoris's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, trying to identify suspicious individuals from subtle changes in their expressions.

However, when his eyes passed by the young girl who was walking straight through the security check channel, he didn't notice it as if it passed through the air.

What's even more strange is that not only him, but the people around him all ignored her.

It was as if she was just a ghost and did not really exist in the material world.

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Dammecus coughed lightly, pretending to be dignified. "Caliphini, what's the play being performed today?"

Caliphine turned helplessly to Dammecus and said, "Father, you insisted on coming to see the show, but you don't even know what it is?"

Dammecus looked embarrassed. He couldn't admit that he came here just to receive people's worship, right?

"It's 'Ragnarok'." Caliphini couldn't bear to embarrass him any further.

Dammecus frowned, "What kind of play is this?"

Caliphoni: "This is Andos's new work, meant to dispel mortals' ignorant worship of the gods."

The Olympians' belief in the gods of Mount Telephas was deeply rooted. Even with Perturabo's pointed questions, it would take time to completely eradicate this blind faith.

They could use force to tear down every temple, but brutal and unsystematic suppression would only make faith more stubborn in the shadows.

To undermine faith, we must fundamentally eliminate mortals' awe of the gods, such as stigmatizing and entertaining them.

Directly stigmatizing the gods will arouse public resistance, but if the gods are stigmatized in an entertaining way, it will not cause a strong reaction.

Once anything is turned into entertainment and becomes a common joke among ordinary people, it will lose its seriousness.

Whether it is a great man in history or the gods of Mount Telephas, they can all be turned into entertainment and used in this way to eliminate people's worship of them.

Even if gods really exist, unless they can perform miracles frequently, entertainment can also undermine their vitality.

Because a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

The play "Ragnarok" was written by Andros, but the theory was proposed by Wop and refined by Perturabo.

Dammekos straightened his back, clapped his hands and laughed, "Well, you are worthy of being my son!"

Carly Fanny held her forehead helplessly, but who could blame her father for being such a vain person?

Sometimes she even felt that her father was too naive in some aspects and not as mature as them, his children.

Caliphini suddenly felt a strange gaze.

She suddenly turned around and saw a strange girl with violet eyes standing quietly beside her.

The girl stood very gracefully, with her hands folded in front of her abdomen, and the folds of her silk skirt fell naturally like ripples on water.

She looked at Caliphine quietly, without any change in her eyes.

It was as if she was not looking at Culliphany, but another supreme being was quietly observing the Olympian princess through these eyes.

"There's obviously no one here." Caliphini looked away and muttered to herself.

Although she was very close, she didn't see the girl at all.

But why did she always feel like someone was watching her? Was it an illusion?

Culliphany frowned. Wop had warned them more than once to be careful of illusions and coincidences, as they were often more deadly than the obvious dangers.

Woppe also advised her to trust her instincts.

If her intuition tells her there is danger, she must be vigilant.

If her intuition tells her that there is no danger, she should be doubly careful.

Because intuition is silent when there is no danger.

There is no intuition in the world that can speak. The intuition of a spirit must be a conspiracy of the gods.

Caliphini immediately waved to Zoris, preparing to have him check for safety hazards again.

Seeing the princess' call, Zoris quickly walked towards her alone, followed only by a man wrapped in a black robe.

The man's hands were hidden under his robe, and no skin was exposed on his body.

He tightly grasped a pitch-black dagger in his hand, his lips moving silently. "Stab him... just the sight of blood will be enough, and the punishment of the gods will surely come. Blasphemers will be punished by the gods!"

Just as she didn't see the girl, Caliphine didn't see the man either.

She and Zoris were only mortal.

"Zoris, I just..." Just as Caliphini was about to explain her concerns, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of her eye.

Zoris's face suddenly changed. He never expected that the assassin could come to such a close distance and assassinate him silently!

His body reacted before his consciousness did. He turned around and hugged the man behind him, throwing him to the ground.

However, there was more than one assassin.

The other killer's dagger was stabbing at Dammecus' throat like a poisonous snake!

"Do not--!"

Caliphine's exclamation came to an abrupt end as a slender, jade-white hand casually grasped the assassin's wrist, the sharp tip of the blade frozen less than a millimeter away from the king's neck.

Dammex's face was as pale as paper.

Why is there another assassin? Is this drama still watchable?

Before Caliphney could recover from her shock, the third assassin attacked from the side!

The pitch-black dagger went straight for her heart, and she had no time to do anything.

In a flash, the girl flipped her wrist and the dagger she had snatched flew out of her hand, hitting the assassin right between the eyebrows.

The killer collapsed to the ground, but the blade still fell towards Caliphine's body.

The assassin's purpose is not to kill, but to injure.

Whether it's in his hands or not, as long as there's blood he can achieve his goal.

However, the fair hand was raised again, and the index finger and middle finger grasped the falling blade like picking a flower.

The guards finally arrived and pinned the two wounded assassins to the ground, while dragging away the body of the third assassin.

They warily pointed their guns at the strange girl next to Culliphany. No one here knew her.

There was a complex emotion in Caliph's eyes: "Who are you?"

Caliphini stared at the girl in front of her. Although she had indeed saved her, there must be something behind this sudden kindness.

But like those assassins who launched assassinations without warning, no one could understand why she suddenly appeared here.

The girl bowed gracefully, "Princess Caliphine, your sister asked me to send you her greetings."

Caliphony frowned, "I have two older brothers and a younger brother, but I don't have a sister."

"You just don't know it yet."

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Lilith."

Caliphonie raised her hand to signal the guards to withdraw.

If Lilith wanted to kill her, she could have just let the assassin do it, and the guards would have had no time to protect her.

And with the skills Lilith has shown, it would be easy for her to assassinate Caliphine even if she was pointed at with a gun.

No matter who sent Lilith, since she chose to rescue her, at least she will not harm her for the time being.

Caliphini: "Do you have any accomplices?"

Now that she was certain that Lilith would not hurt her and that her resistance was pointless, Califhine simply became bolder.

"Yes, there are many people like me." Lilith's voice was as elegant and pleasant as the breeze blowing through wind chimes.

"Where are they?"

"They're not here. If you need me, I can disappear."

Caliphony's voice was filled with curiosity: "How did you disappear?"

"like this."

Lilith bowed slightly and disappeared without a trace in front of everyone. A second later, she appeared in Caliph's sight again, with no change in her posture or position.

The guards nervously raised their weapons, but were somewhat at a loss.

Caliphony's eyes widened in surprise: "You can become invisible?"

Lilith: "I am a telepathic psychic. This is not invisibility, but I am using psychic powers to blur my image in your eyes."

Caliphine: "And these assassins too?"

"They are not psykers, they simply borrow the power of the gods."

"Which gods?"

Lilith wordlessly mouthed, "Chaos Gods."

"The souls of these assassins have long been corrupted, and their daggers are tainted with the power of Chaos."

Chapter 223 She Loves Me Crazy (5K)

"Father, we can give it a try."

Perturabo suggested cautiously, "Since I have come to Invit, perhaps my descendants can do the same to Olympia."

After many experiments, he has confirmed that as long as he and Wop are in the same room and sleep at the same time, they can travel through time simultaneously even if they are not in the same bed.

It’s just that no further attempts have been made in terms of the specific number of people and scope.

Because Perturabo had always been solitary, he had never wanted to make such an attempt before, especially with Caliphony.

Now we have to do it.

Wop: “We can try, but we need a spacious enough venue.”

Whatever the outcome, it's worth a try; after all, the worst-case scenario is maintaining the status quo.

Don: "We can choose the front deck as the venue. As long as the door is closed, it can be considered a room."

Perturabo: "I will summon the Legionaries immediately."

Dorn: "And me and my Legion."

Perturabo frowned. "Dorn, you should stay on the Phalanx and take command!"

Dorn's eyes were firm. "The Imperial Fleet is more than capable of protecting Invert. I'm not needed here. But your world needs me, brother."

"You've always fought to protect my world. Now, it's my turn to protect yours!"

The Imperial Fleet and the Invit Fleet have already joined forces, and reinforcements from all over the galaxy are continuously rushing to Invit.

This must also include fleets commanded by other Primarchs, who will not sit idly by upon the return of a fellow Primarch.

Even in the face of the threat from the Orc Empire, this defensive battle is already a sure win.

If Invert can still be destroyed by the Orks under the protection of the Empire, then the Empire should not launch a large-scale expedition and return to Terra.

Since the Primarch's command is no longer needed here, they should naturally go to the world that needs them more.

Perturabo must return to Olympia as soon as possible, which is also in danger of invasion by the Black Judges.

Although he had been away from Olympia for only a few days, if the Black Judge descended upon Olympia within those few days, the Olympians without their Primarch would have no chance of winning, and all his efforts so far would be destroyed.

Although the Black Judges would not completely wipe out the Olympians, they often came to Olympia to plunder, and they must have wanted to maintain the sustainability of the plunder.

But if he failed to protect his people from the invaders, and Olympia was left in ruins, how could he ever face calling on the Olympians to join the Great Crusade of the Imperium of Man?

Perturabo never sought glory, he simply didn't want to lose.

Dorn also understood that even if the Black Judges had not invaded Olympia, Perturabo had taken a huge risk in doing so.

He and his descendants also owe Perturabo a debt of gratitude; they must fight to protect Olympia!

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