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

With the support of the army and the government, it would not be difficult to undermine Dammecus.

Caliphony hung her head in frustration, "But I really didn't mean to do that!"

Wop sighed softly and reached out to pinch her cheek. "I know you don't mean it, but it's the truth."

"I've seen countless people in my life. I can tell what Damekos is thinking at a glance!"

“Remember the hierarchy of needs theory I taught you?”

Caliphini: "Physiological, safety, social, esteem, and self-actualization."

"You now have all the first four levels, but you all lack the fifth level: self-realization."

"And Dammecus's path to self-realization has been deprived by you, directly or indirectly."

Militarily, no one can compare to Perturabo, and it is completely self-humiliating.

In terms of people's livelihood, the new city planning and welfare policies proposed by Perturabo were comprehensive, leaving Dammex no room to make any suggestions.

Culturally, Dammecus is self-aware that he is not as good as Andos, let alone Perturabo.

Politically, Caliphate came from behind and won.

How else could Dammex achieve self-realization?

All that is left is the compliments and flattery of the world.

Vanity can, to some extent, satisfy both the needs for respect and self-actualization, even if this satisfaction is only illusory comfort.

Wop is different from them all. His way of self-realization is to educate the Primarch.

No one can take his job away, not even the emperor.

Caliphony pursed her lips and said, "I will go and apologize to my father."

Wop gently rubbed the top of her head. "You don't have to blame yourself too much. He's the one who's wasting his energy and doesn't know how to blame others. If you continue to be exhausted, then my treatment will be in vain."

"I won't be upset."

Caliphony raised her chin slightly and glanced at Perturabo proudly.

Perturabo was unmoved. Look at me, what are you doing? I've stopped being stubborn a long time ago.

But what was his naturally evil sister doing so close to their father?

Dorn's eyes wandered between Perturabo and Caliphony. He felt that the relationship between the siblings was not as harmonious as that between him and his sister Sapphire.

His brother is still a little stubborn and unwilling to admit certain things.

Don was more calm. Some things were destined and they could not restrict their father.

……

"Are they back?" Dammekos paced back and forth in the bedroom.

The assassination at the theater is still vivid in his mind. If it weren't for the mysterious Lilith who came to the rescue, he and Culliphant would probably have died long ago.

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.

It wouldn't matter if he died, but he almost implicated Culliphant.

Whenever I think of this, bitterness spreads from my chest to my throat.

Caliphate kept him under house arrest here, and he knew that his daughter was protecting him.

After all, it was his willfulness that put them in danger of assassination, and this captivity would only last until Perturabo and Wop returned.

Whatever happened to him, whatever made him weird, they could heal him.

But now that he heard that Wop and Perturabo had returned, Dammex's heart tightened even more. How would they view him?

An incompetent king and father?

Outside the window came the sound of orderly footsteps and the clanging of guards' fists hitting their breastplates; they had reached the door.

Dammecus looked at himself in the mirror and tried to fix his appearance.

He was the tyrant of Locke and the only king of Olympia, but now he was as uneasy as a child who had done something wrong.

He seemed less mature than his own offspring.

Caliphini gently pushed the door open, and the hinges made a slight click.

As the door slowly opened, Dammex forced a smile onto his face.

But the girl walked straight up to him, lowered her head, and said with guilt in her voice: "Father, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Dammekos was visibly stunned. "Why are you apologizing?"

Is Culliphant wrong? What's wrong? It's clearly his fault!

Caliphini took a deep breath. "I've been neglecting your feelings all this time, not realizing I was interfering in your affairs."

"From now on, the affairs of Olympia will be decided by you personally."

"I will send you all the documents and proposals from this period. Please review them."

Dammex was a little uncomfortable. Why had her daughter changed so much?

Dammecus felt mixed emotions. He believed that Wop must have given her a love potion, but what a wonderful potion!

Although the tyrant was also pleased, he still whispered, "Caliphini, I am also wrong. I shouldn't be so stubborn. I didn't come here to watch the show. I was completely confused and just wanted to hear some flattery."

The tyrant smiled bitterly and shook his head. "It's ridiculous. Even I don't understand why I'm so willful. It's as if there's a voice deep down inside me constantly tempting me to do this."

Wop: "What's that sound?"

"When did you come?" Dammex was startled by the sudden appearance of several people at the door. "What's that noise?"

"That voice in your heart you mentioned, what's going on?"

Wop walked slowly forward, a faint blue psychic glow emanating from his fingertips.

"It's the voice in my heart." Dammecus didn't know how to explain it. How else could he describe the voice in his heart?

This is similar to the subconscious mind, which humans cannot control.

"Father, don't move."

Perturabo's large hands firmly pressed down on Dammekos' shoulders, and Dammekos obeyed without resistance.

He trusted Perturabo and Wop would not harm him.

Psychic energy seeped into Dammex's mind like water, carefully exploring his soul.

After a moment, Wop retracted his psychic energy and shook his head. "Nothing unusual."

"Caliphini, did you hear any strange noises?"

"No." Culliphany subconsciously shook her head to deny it, but Wop still raised his hand and tapped her brows worriedly.

Like Dammex, there were no anomalies.

"Damecus, what was that noise you heard? When? Where? Tell me exactly what it was."

Dammex's eyes were a little dazed as he tried to recall the source of the sound.

"While in the throne room, I occasionally heard sounds that seemed to last for ages, yet each time they passed in a flash."

Perturabo's voice was low. "Father, why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"I don't want to worry you." Dammekos avoided his son's gaze guiltily.

How could he dare to admit that he was jealous of his talented offspring? How could he even speak of his own damned vanity?

Wop: "To the throne room."

Dammecus: "It's not that serious, is it? Are you just being overly suspicious?"

"Be careful, or you'll die, and I won't be able to save you."

Dammecus immediately changed his tone, "Then let's go and take a look."

Upon arriving in the throne room, Wop immediately discovered the crux of the matter. His psychic sensed some unspeakable filth.

Wop pointed at the stone carving of the King of the Two Kings, his voice unusually stern. "Why haven't they been dealt with yet?"

Perturabo immediately stepped forward, protecting Culliphany, Wop, and the other two behind him, while Dorn looked around vigilantly, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Dammecus explained bewilderedly, "These are just two stone sculptures. They date back to when Rocks was founded..."

Wop: “It’s not just stone sculpture, it’s the medium!”

In the Warhammer universe, anything related to God can be used as a medium, and the statue of God is equivalent to the window through which God peeks into the real universe.

When Wop prayed to the Emperor's figurine, the Emperor was able to use the figurine to spy on him.

The Olympian gods are already in the stomachs of the four gods, and these stone sculptures are the mouthpieces of the four gods.

There are two large speakers next to Dammex, so it’s not surprising that he can hear whispers from the warp!

Perturabo: "Father, is the problem serious?"

Wop: "It was very serious at first, but now it is under control."

The Warp Whispers themselves are harmless as long as you don't get caught up in them, but they are very annoying.

The Primarch could face the whispers of the Four Gods and remain resilient, but mortals with weak willpower could not. The whispers of the devil were enough to make them give up themselves.

Dammecus was bewitched. The assassination was not a spur-of-the-moment plan, but a series of events.

There is no one to coordinate this, because the one who orchestrated it all is God.

If they were only mortals, they would achieve their goal no matter what.

No matter how hard Zoris and the others tried, it would be difficult for them to uncover the conspiracy.

If Dammecus and Caliphine were stabbed by the black blade, it would be a disaster!

But they overlooked Claudia. If Lilith hadn't stopped them in time, the conspiracy of the four gods might have succeeded!

Although the function of the black blade is unknown.

But the results are nothing more than murder and corruption, and most of the time, like the Blade of the Nemesis, it leads people to the 'truth'!

Wop: "Abo, smash them!"

"Don, protect father!"

"boom--!"

Perturabo gripped the hammer tightly and smashed it hard against Gozek's stone sculpture with immense force. The stone sculpture instantly shattered into pieces under the heavy blow, and debris flew everywhere.

Then, without hesitation, Perturabo turned around and struck the stone sculpture of Calafius with another powerful blow, shattering it to pieces.

However, the shattering of the stone sculpture did not seem to arouse the wrath of the gods, because Wop heard a strange whisper.

"whee."

He is laughing.

Chapter 225 Antaram (5K)

"Whee!"

Carlyphane covered her ears tightly. She knew that she was powerless to fight against those supernatural and strange things. Not making trouble was the best help she could do.

But the strange laughter didn't seem to echo in her ears, but lingered in her consciousness. Covering her ears made it even clearer and more piercing.

Just when the girl was almost suffocated by the whispers, a warm force like a spring breeze blew through her body, dispelling the whispers' spiritual pollution for her.

Wop's psychic energy swept through the entire throne room like a tide, and instantly locked onto the source of the sound - just below the base of the stone sculpture of the two kings, there was a twisted black fog rolling, and countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen in the fog, roaring silently.

Wop clasped his right hand in the air, and the invisible hand manifested by psychic energy clamped the black fog tightly.

The face of the person in the fog suddenly became hideous and distorted, and let out a silent scream.

The strange laughter also stopped abruptly, like a rooster with its neck strangled, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke struggling in vain within the psychic confinement.

"Abo, break the slab!"

Perturabo's hammer crashed down, the stone slabs of the base crumbling under the immense force.

When the smoke and dust cleared, two pitch-black daggers lay quietly among the rubble. The blasphemous runes etched on the blades flickered with the struggle of the black fog, as if living things were breathing.

Caliphony mustered up the courage to follow Wop forward to investigate. "It's the same dagger that killed us, but the runes seem a little different."