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

The front deck of the Phalanx is very wide. Even if more than a dozen large warships are moored, it will not appear crowded, and it is more than enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of space marines.

Under the orders of the two Primarchs, veteran Space Marines from the three legions quickly assembled here.

"Sigismund, what is our mission?" Gage strode towards an Imperial Fist.

They had fought side by side in the Battle of Phalanx a few days ago and were impressed by the warrior's superb swordsmanship.

Sigismund frowned slightly, "Chamber Master Gage, it seems the Primarch has not informed the Sons of War."

Gage responded gravely, "Indeed, but the Primarch has commanded, and any loyal Space Marine has the duty to do so."

"Even if the Primarch had not summoned us, the Warborn would never have stood aside."

Gage wouldn't tell anyone the real reason was that they had been looking forward to the Primarch's return for too long!

The XIII Legion had made a detailed summary of the patterns of the Primarch's return. They knew that only after the crisis of the current Primarch was completely resolved would the Master set out to search for the next lost Primarch.

Although the Sons of War have received guidance from their mentor, if they want their mentor to set off to find their genetic father as soon as possible, they must help Perturabo and Rog Dorn clear all obstacles with the highest efficiency.

Now they just hope that the tutor will leave quickly!

The sooner the Mentor leaves, the longer he can stay with the Gene-Father. This is currently the only way for the War Sons to show their loyalty to the Primarch.

Although there are still four Primarchs who have not returned, the next one may not be their Gene-Father.

But considering the mentor's current efficiency in retrieving both Primarchs, the 1 in 50 chance is worth a try.

Gage's righteousness stunned Sigismund. The swordsman stared at Gage in a daze, as if he was meeting this son of war for the first time.

"So what's the mission?"

Gage's voice was filled with undisguised anticipation. Sigismund was silent for a moment, as if he was considering something.

"sleep."

Gage was slightly startled. Was there something wrong with his ears?

Sigismund: "Everyone is forced to sleep. This is the only order I have received."

The air on the deck seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere immediately fell into a suffocating silence.

Gage's eyes slowly swept around. There were six thousand Space Marines gathered on the deck, almost all of them were veterans who had participated in the Unification War.

Heavy equipment such as Stormbird fighter jets, Mastodon super-heavy personnel carriers, and Spartan assault tanks are lined up in an orderly manner.

In addition to a large number of armored vehicles ready for battle, there are also more than a dozen warships of various types moored at the berth.

And the purpose of their gathering here is to sleep?

Although his intuition told him that this was ridiculous, his reason told him that the Primarch would never give such an absurd order.

Until he saw several Imperial Fists carefully carrying a bed that had been brought from somewhere and solemnly placing it in the center of the deck.

By mortal standards, this is a standard king-size bed.

But considering the giant stature of the two Primarchs, the bed was still too small, not to mention the two Primarchs.

It's not meant for any Space Marine, no Space Marine deserves to be taken so seriously.

Then it can only be prepared for the tutor.

According to rumors, the Mentor always passes away suddenly while sleeping when searching for the next Primarch.

So is their purpose here to protect the mentor?

Although it makes sense, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?

It’s not that Gage thinks his mentor isn’t worthy of protection, but could sleeping be dangerous?

Moreover, if the tutor were to sleep in public, he would probably feel uncomfortable, right?

The Space Marines each speculated in their hearts about the Primarch's intentions, but no one would speak out loud.

As the two Primarchs and the Mentor stepped onto the deck, the heavy gates slowly closed with a huge hydraulic roar.

Perturabo's gaze swept across the rows of neatly arrayed war beasts. Although it was still unknown whether these heavy equipment could be teleported synchronously, it was always worth a try.

Perturabo lowered his voice: "Father, aren't there too many people?"

He suddenly felt a surge of regret; he had made a mistake.

He was only concerned about whether he could lead the legion back to Olympia to defend their home planet, but completely ignored his father's feelings.

Wop: "It's okay, just let them sleep first."

It’s too late to regret now. These soldiers have already gathered here and are fully prepared. We can’t just set fire to the beacon towers to trick the princes, right?

But he wasn't so bold as to live stream himself falling asleep in front of thousands of people.

Dorn: "Everyone, forced to fall asleep within three minutes!"

No one asked why the Primarch gave such an order. As long as the Primarch gave the order, they had to execute it, even if it was wrong.

Thousands of Space Marines would be a spectacular sight if they were assembled into a phalanx.

But if these thousands of people fall asleep at the same time, the scene will look very strange.

The Space Marine's neural knot can regulate the circadian rhythm of sleep, taking turns "shutting down" different areas of the brain in lieu of sleep, which allows them to stay awake for extended periods of time.

When not using the Neural Knot, a Space Marine can sleep normally like a mortal.

Unlike mortals, Space Marines only need a short sleep each day to stay energetic.

Space Marines can also be forced to sleep if they use a Neural Knot to shut down entire brain regions at once.

Although usually no Space Marine would do this because they cannot guarantee whether the surrounding environment is safe.

But this is the Phalanx, and the one giving the orders is their Primarch.

In just a few tens of seconds, all the Space Marines were lying neatly on the deck, with regular breathing sounds coming from under their masks.

Wop climbed onto the bed swiftly, feeling that he had such a strong sense of security.

He didn't have any psychological burden, because he started to feel drowsy as soon as he climbed into bed.

As long as you don't force yourself, you will fall asleep quickly.

……

"Did you make it?"

Wop yawned and looked around. There were only two Primarchs in the room, and no Space Marines.

Wop sighed softly, "It seems this method won't work."

"But even if we fail, there is no loss." Perturabo also woke up.

Dawn's brows knitted together. "Why only us?"

Wop shook his head. "I can't explain it. The principles are too complicated."

"Abo? Are you guys back? How's Dawn?"

There were brisk footsteps outside the door, and when Caliphine and her maid pushed the door open, they brought in a burst of fresh floral scent.

The girl's eyes quickly scanned the room. Perturabo and Wop were both there, and Caliphony recognized the strange giant immediately.

"You are Dorne, right?" The girl's eyes sparkled with unconcealable curiosity.

Dawn also recognized the girl, "Sister Culliphany, don't worry about me. Invert is safe."

"That's good." Caliphony took a few steps forward, putting some distance between herself and the maid, a gentle smile on her lips. "Although Abo has been trying to stop me, I've actually always wanted to meet you."

She had seen Dorne as a child and even held him in her arms!

But in just a few short years, Dorne has changed a lot. Time flies!

Perturabo: "Don't be too happy."

Card "Why?"

Perturabo pointed to the sky. "Black Judge."

"But haven't you come back yet?"

"I'm just afraid of what might happen."

He could lead the Olympians in battle, but he was not sure of victory.

Olympia is not Invicta after all.

"Don, can you see it?"

Perturabo looked up at the sky. Although the daytime sky was hidden under the sun's brilliance, its splendor seemed dim and humorous, but it still existed.

Dorn stood beside him, also looking up at the sky.

He understood what Perturabo was asking, as Perturabo had asked him the same question when they were children, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Perturabo shook his head slightly. "Don't apologize. This isn't your fault."

It's not surprising that mortals can't see it, but if even his brothers can't see it, why can only he and his father see it?

He had also looked up at the sky in many worlds of Invert, but had not been able to find any trace of the star vortex. Why could he only find it in Olympia?

Perturabo gazed across the horizon, gazing at the outline of the towering Mount Telephas in the distance.

That is the highest peak in Olympia and the legendary residence of the gods.

With the Primarch's amazing wisdom, the answer was already obvious.

Olympia is completely different from Invert. This land once gave birth to gods, but those ancient beings have long since become the prey of the Four Gods of Chaos.

Perhaps it was the fall of the Olympian gods that created a connection between Olympia and Chaos.

But this still doesn't explain why he and Dorn have different views on the Star Vortex.

My father is special, and his journey through time is full of mysteries that he himself does not understand.

But Perturabo did not consider himself any more noble than his brothers, nor did he consider himself any more special than his father.

He was born in Olympia, while Dorn was born in Invertur, and this was the only difference between them.

In Perturabo's memory, the star vortex seemed to have always existed.

The answer must be hidden in his blank memory shrouded in fog.

What had he experienced before he lost his memory? And what connected him to the Star Vortex?

Perturabo: "Caliphoni, has anything unusual happened to Lodusk while I was away?"

Culliphany wrinkled her nose and asked, "You won't even call me sister now?"

"You want to be my sister forever?"

Perturabo's question made Caliphine avert her gaze from Wop guiltily. "If not a sister, what is she?"

Perturabo: "Then, sister, please tell me."

Caliphonie's eyes suddenly widened as she realized she had been fooled again. Perturabo was playing tricks on her again!

Culliphany glared at her brother, but she couldn't lose her temper in front of Wop, so she had to be patient. "He gave me a list, but he insisted on meeting with you before he would reveal more details."

Wop: "Have all the people on the list been arrested?"

Caliphony blinked. "Although my father was a little worried about the consequences and wanted to imprison the people first, Zoris and Heraclon accidentally killed them while mobilizing the army to capture them."

Wop: "It's right to be careful. Imprisonment can easily lead to chaos."

This group of potential Chaos believers is like a time bomb. If left unchecked, they may explode at any time.

Imprisonment is not an option either, otherwise it would be tantamount to providing a breeding ground for these cultists to attain enlightenment in Longchang.

The risk of separate detention may be reduced, but it may also lead to the spread of chaos.

The only good heretic is a dead heretic.

Although killing the heretic was likely part of Chaos's calculations, this was the least risky of all.

Wop: "Abo, do you want to go see him?"

Perturabo nodded, "Go and meet him."

Lodusk still has value, and he has seen more than just the gods being feasted on by the Four Gods.

Perturabo suddenly grabbed his sister by the shoulders and threw her to his father, then stood between them both, along with Dorn.