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

After the revolution, Nostramo was in ruins and needed an idealist to rule it.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Teacher Dorothy. You are the woman who can be my mother."

Dorothy was stunned. She glanced at Wop secretly and asked, "Is this how you teach your children?"

Wop was very pleased and proud.

Because this is indeed what he taught, and expressing emotions frankly is also one of the compulsory courses for the Primarch, and Curze obviously took his words to heart.

Dorothy did indeed take on some of the motherly roles in Coz's life, which was something that Wop could not give her, and even less so Neos and Ilda.

"We won't leave right away," Wop patted her shoulder. "The war isn't over yet. We'll help you until you can stand on your own."

"Then I'll try." Dorothy didn't hesitate too much this time, but she still lacked confidence.

This was the first time in her life, and she really had no confidence in playing this role well.

The stained windows of the throne room cast mottled light and shadows between the three of them. The warm atmosphere made Fili very jealous, so she mustered up the courage to move forward.

She is not here to break up this family, but to join this family!

Sevatar subconsciously followed Fili as if he didn't understand the situation, but he was no longer a little kid who knew nothing.

Koz killed his father, so shouldn't he be given a father in return?

Chapter 43 God

Nostradamus, Quintus.

A few rays of starlight twinkled above the gray-black clouds of the lightless world. They were not the light of stars, but the trails of spaceships.

Nostramo can reach several worlds within several light years by sublight travel, and trade between them has not been interrupted even during the Age of Strife.

Curze has not yet had the time to establish contact with these worlds. Those spaceships belong to the powerful people at the top of the tower. They fled this world before the judgment of the Midnight Haunter came.

Curze had no time to judge them, for war awaited him on Nostramo.

Quintus is just one of five hives of Nostramo.

When the revolution broke out on Quintus and the news of the overthrow of the rule of the Spire nobles spread to other hives, these fearful nobles unsurprisingly formed an alliance.

Although they also have many conflicts with each other, at most they just want to take each other's lives, but the Midnight Haunter wants to destroy their hearts!

In other hives, tens of millions were urgently mobilized and armed.

In Quintus, the Night Haunter is also actively preparing for war, and the soldiers are undergoing professional military training.

The workers toiled in the factory day and night for 19 terra hours a day, knowing that war was approaching, but they were all willing to contribute to the Night Haunter. They had no lofty ideals, nor did they understand justice and order. They were fighting for an hour's rest and for their children who joined the Night Haunter.

Both sides of the war understood that this was a battle of life and death, a collision between the new order and the old order, and the loser would be thoroughly liquidated by the victor.

But the war never broke out in the end because aliens arrived.

"Is war coming?" Dorothy's slender fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes. Fili, whose eyes were blinded by the light, cried in her arms.

She was not afraid of war because in the past few years they had used war to overthrow the old order and bring new hope to the world.

Even if the other nests form an alliance, Dorothy believes that the Night Haunters, led by Curze and Wop, will be victorious and liberate the world.

But this time it’s different, the enemy comes from outer space.

Their fleet was so large that the flares from their engines were enough to block out the sun's rays. Although Nostramo could not see the sun, the sky was still lit up by the fleet's engines. Even the heavily polluted black atmosphere could not block their light.

For the first time, the lightless world welcomed the light from outer space, but it was a kind of despair that was suffocating just by looking at it.

"Wop!" Curz yelled, even more nervous than Dorothy.

"Don't worry, I'm still here." Wop's voice made Koz feel a little relieved. He stared at Wop and did not see Wop leaving in the future.

Coz calmed down and answered Dorothy.

"Don't worry, Teacher Dorothy, they are not enemies."

"Who are they?" asked Dorothy.

"My father and my descendants, they came for me."

Dorothy looked at Wop in confusion. "Aren't you Cozee's father?" "And how could Cozee have had a child?" she asked. "She had watched Cozee grow up!"

"Governor Dorothy, they're requesting to land," Portheas said over the comms.

Dorothy was surprised, for she had not expected the owner of such a large fleet to make such a polite inquiry.

Dorothy: "Clearance to land."

Billions of people cried and screamed. They fled into the darkness and hid in their houses, not daring to look directly at the sun's rays.

Because they have lived in darkness all their lives and have long been accustomed to it. They have never seen light, and the dazzling light will blind their eyes.

The gilded aircraft of the Envoys of Light flew through the clouds and landed on the flying platform in the spire area.

Two thousand noble warriors in golden armor formed the vanguard phalanx, followed by a formation of thirty thousand warriors in armor of various colors. Their phalanx was huge and boundless, marching in slow, solemn steps, and the earth trembled with their regular footsteps.

The leader of the giants was also a giant, a true sun, a god in mortal clothing.

Curze waited for a long time, but there were only a group of mortals behind him.

Their bodies trembled with fear, but they remained standing straight as Curze stood before them.

The army stopped at once, every single one of the 30,000 soldiers standing still at the same time.

God walked toward them, his arms open, like a father who had been away for a long time wanting to embrace his son.

"Kang..."

The first syllable was like a spear through the Night Haunter's heart.

People saw a god, but he saw a withered corpse sitting on a golden throne.

What he saw was a torn galaxy, the fall of humanity, darkness, destruction, endless war, and a hopeless future.

A painful whimper erupted from his throat, saliva seeping through his teeth, and blood rushed out of his burst heart and gushed out from the cut in his throat. His hands desperately tried to hold back the flow, and his life rushed away with the liquid, burning his cold fingers.

"Koz, calm down."

Wop put his hand into Curze's palm and held his fingers.

Coze held Wop's hand tightly like a helpless child. The flood of illusions dissipated before his eyes, his pain was calmed, and his rationality returned.

He raised his head, looked directly at the god, and questioned angrily.

"Are you protesting against me?"

The gods were very surprised.

"No, Conrad Coates, my son, I'm here to take you home."

"You've harmed my people!" Curze pointed at the warriors behind him. "They are all noble warriors, and as soon as you arrived, you blinded their eyes with your brilliance. Hundreds of millions have become blind because of your vanity!"

Curze believed that the Emperor was a sun that dispelled darkness, but he was too dazzling and did not know how to restrain his light.

If the human empire does not have a Kuafu who can calibrate the sun, Coze will be the Kuafu!

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. The giants looked at the Primarch who rebelled against the gods in disbelief, while the mortal warriors puffed out their chests with pride.

The god looked at Curze, showing no emotion, but he lowered his head.

"Koz, you're right. This is my fault, and I'm willing to make amends for it."

"What compensation will you give me?" Koz's question was still in his throat, and the god pointed to the sky.

The lead-gray clouds that had enveloped the lightless world for thousands of years were disintegrating. These were not scars caused by the brutal tearing of battleship engines, but rather a miracle of retreating on their own as if in fear.

Golden light seeped through the gaps in the gradually thinning clouds. At first, it was just a few tentative strands of light, but soon it turned into a waterfall of light pouring down.

A golden rain curtain fell from the sky, and every drop of rain carried the mercy of God, healing the sorrow of the wounded.

All those whose eyes were blinded by the warship engines regained their sight under the blessing of rain and dew, and even the illnesses accumulated from their long-term fatigue were cured.

Koz was silent.

Reason told him that the Emperor was not a God.

Reality tells him, you still say you are not God?

The Emperor knew what Curze was thinking and said, "I am not a god. This is simply the use of psionic energy."

Chapter 44 Father and Father, Son and Son

In a small meeting room in the Spire area, two adults and one child sat at the table.

The planetary governor, Dorothy, personally poured them wine, which was found in the wine cellars of the dignitaries whose houses were confiscated.

"Ms. Dorothy." Neos called Dorothy, who was about to leave, "You can sit down. This is a family gathering."

"But..." Unlike her admiration for Coz and Wop, Dorothy was a little frightened.

Neos: "Forgive me, but I know you. You are like a mother to Curze."

Coates: "We agree on this."

"Sit down, don't be afraid, Neos is not a bad person." Wopla helped Dorothy sit down, and his comfort made Dorothy feel at ease.

Wop knew the rules and leaned forward: "Let me ask first, where does Coz rank?"

"third."

"The First Son is Horus?"

"Yes and no."

"Then Koz is also second?"

"Yes."

"I also taught Horus?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then I won't ask for details. It's your turn to ask."

Wop sat back and leaned back in his chair.

Neos: "I don't have anything to ask, you can continue."

Wop: "Why didn't Horus come?"

"He's waiting for you on Terra." Neos was silent for a moment before speaking. When he said this, Wop could even hear his sadness.

Koz narrowed his eyes. He didn't like this brother named Horus. He knew he was a daddy's boy as soon as he heard the name. It was really annoying.

"Wop will not leave." Curze looked directly at the Emperor. "We have not yet completed our work, and Nostramo has not yet achieved order!"

Neos: "I fully respect your choice, my son. But you must understand that the Great Crusade is necessary."

"I understand, but I will save humanity in my own way. What humanity needs is a savior who can lead them out of darkness, not a tyrant!"

"This is your freedom."

Neos and Koz reached an agreement, and then they looked at each other in silence, and the conference room fell into deathly silence.

Dorothy lowered her head. Are they really father and son?

"What year is it now?" Wop tried to lighten the mood.

"Year 813 of the 30th Millennium."

Wop asked in surprise, "You did it so early?"

Neos: "I should be the one asking you that."

"Weren't you the one who came to find us?"

"But the changes in this world are due to you," Neos said. "During the Dark Age of Technology, humanity mapped out a detailed Warp navigation map for the entire galaxy. I also possess this map. But during the Age of Strife, fierce Warp storms swept across the galaxy, making Warp navigation impossible."

"Although the warp storm has subsided, the original warp channel no longer exists. Humanity must find and plan a new channel. The channel connecting Nostramo and Terra did not exist originally. It suddenly appeared five years ago. Just like..."

"It's like someone's urging you on," Wop said to himself. "I did this? Why don't I remember it?"

Neos didn't say anything. He didn't know if it was Wop who did it, but it was definitely related to him.

Coze didn't say anything, because five years ago was the time when he and Wop had just arrived in Nostramo.

As soon as Wop arrived, the subspace route across the galaxy was established. Curze didn't think this was a coincidence, but it was definitely not done by Wop.