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

She didn't look closely at the other daggers. Wop wasn't there at the time, and she was afraid of the danger of looking too closely.

Wop: "Where are the daggers now?"

"boom--!"

"Zorris is personally guarding it."

Dammex's face turned pale as paper. "Am I... am I dead?"

"If it had been discovered a few days later, it would probably have been too late to save it."

Dammex's face lit up. "Does that mean it's not too late?"

Wop rubbed his brows and said, "As long as you don't do anything stupid again."

Dammex looked embarrassed, "But what should I do if this happens again?"

Wop: "Remember the four principles of not listening, not believing, not paying attention, and not taking it seriously."

"boom--!"

Dammex: "Is it that simple?"

"The secret to fighting chaos is this simple. It can be summed up in four words: resist temptation."

"With the Veil blocking the way, Chaos's corruption of the material world can only proceed step by step."

"In a world untouched by Chaos, the only traces of Chaos that can penetrate the real universe are vague whispers."

"Whispers don't directly distort people's minds, but instead tempt you with seemingly beautiful promises such as wealth, beauty, family affection, power, strength, resurrection, and so on."

"As long as you stick to the line, these whispers are just annoying noise."

"But once you succumb to temptation, make a bargain or sacrifice to Chaos, there is no hope."

The devil's seduction itself is nothing. In the 40K era, some warbands would use devils specifically to screen new recruits, such as the Space Wolves and the Grey Knights.

Only warriors who are not bewitched by demons can join the battle group, otherwise they will die in the trial.

Caliphine: "What if the entire world has been corrupted by Chaos?"

"Then fight to the death. This way you will die with dignity."

Whispers of Chaos are similar to water droplets, just be careful to avoid them.

Even if it fails to leave, it will only make people feel cold when it drips on the skin, and will not cause any substantial harm.

Unless you are too sexually repressed and insist on licking that drop of water, there is no hope for you if you drink it.

But in worlds corrupted by Chaos, the veil of reality has long been shattered, and the filth of the Warp has become indistinguishable from the material universe.

When mortals are exposed to such an environment, willpower is irrelevant.

The corruption of the Warp is like a vast ocean that submerges the real land. It is a pipe dream to expect to remain untouched by it.

Even if you are an excellent swimmer and won't choke on water, your skin will turn white and wrinkled if you soak it in water for a long time, which will manifest in a mutation in the human body.

Unless you can find a piece of land that has not yet been submerged by the ocean, then you can hold on longer.

Or you have a boat that floats on the sea.

This vessel can be a powerful psyker or a soulless one.

Psychics can use their strong barriers to resist the erosion of sea water, but they may still be capsized by the huge waves.

If the psyker is corrupted, the ship will start leaking from the bottom.

The Soulless can separate the surrounding seawater to isolate itself from erosion and there is no risk of capsizing, but the raging waves can still smash the Soulless to pieces.

A psychic is like a dazzling lighthouse. His presence will attract dark creatures on the seabed, who will try to overturn the ship.

The area surrounding the soulless is like a dead zone, and they are as eye-catching as the psychics.

"Father, what should we do with these things?"

Perturabo wrapped the black blades in the torn silk cloth and held the dangerous package in his hands.

The outline of the dagger on the cloth made Dammecos take a step back unconsciously. "Can't we destroy them?"

Perturabo: "I tried, it didn't work."

He had been smashing the dagger with his war hammer, but failed to break the blade.

Wop: "The Warp's 'artifacts' are difficult to destroy by brute force. A corresponding ritual must be found."

Wop also tried using his psychic powers, but he was also unable to destroy the black blades.

The most well-known Warp artifact in the history of Tang Dynasty 40K is the Nemesis Blade that stabbed Warmaster Horusan.

Erebus ritually broke it into pieces, transforming it into eight ritual daggers.

A ritual dagger was also present in the final battle between Ni Shimin and He Lushan, and played a key role in Ni Shimin's victory over He Lushan.

While the functions and effects of the ritual dagger are very similar to those of the ritual dagger made from the fragments of the Nemesis Blade, it is unknown whether the ritual dagger is actually one of the fragments of the Nemesis Blade.

These black blades were definitely not buried here recently.

The stone sculpture and the base are integrated, and no one can pry open the base and insert the dagger without destroying the stone sculpture and alerting anyone.

So the truth is chilling.

As early as when the foundation of the Twin Kings Stone Sculpture was laid, the two black blades had been buried deep under the base.

For a long time, they were like hibernating venomous snakes, sleeping in the throne room for six hundred years.

Until recently, these black blades suddenly revived.

Wop: “That’s no coincidence.”

Perturabo lowered his gaze to the silk-wrapped dagger. "Are they for me?"

"I'm afraid so."

Apart from the Primarch, no one else is worth the Four Gods' fuss.

The forging of Warp artifacts is extremely difficult, as they are all physical manifestations of some symbolic meaning of the Warp.

For example, ritual daggers are almost living warps in the real universe.

While these black blades aren't as powerful as ritual daggers, they are still formidable Warp artifacts and must be handled with extreme caution!

……

The Black Blade was hidden in a secret room in the corner of the palace. The only entrance to the secret room was guarded by Zoris himself and hundreds of elite mortal warriors.

"My Lord!" Zoris slammed his right fist against his breastplate.

Perturabo: "Zorris, has anyone else been here before?"

"No one else, my lord." Zoris answered firmly.

Wop: "Open the door and let us go in and take a look."

"Damecus, Caliphonie, you stay outside."

Mortals find it difficult to resist the Whispers of Chaos. Even if they can resist the temptation of Chaos, only a few with strong willpower can use the Whispers of Chaos as a whetstone to temper their minds.

The vast majority of mortals will suffer varying degrees of damage, some even irreversible.

It is better to have less contact if possible.

The guards of the secret room exerted their strength at the same time and pushed open the heavy stone door with great effort.

As the door hinges turned, a chill washed over him like a tide, accompanied by whispers from the warp mixed with snickers.

The interior of the secret room was as dark as ink. Three daggers lay quietly on the stone platform, with the blades emitting a strange glow.

The darkness seemed to be given life under the dim light of the dagger, and the shadows squirmed like tentacles, twisting into indescribable shapes.

But in the blink of an eye, all the strange visions disappeared like an illusion.

The blade still glowed with a strange glow, and the blasphemous runes seemed to be moving on the blade like living things.

"Father." Someone called him.

"Father." Someone else shouted.

"Father," a third voice called out.

"Koz, Volkan, and Russ." Wop stared at the dagger and selectively ignored the whispers.

The other Primarchs are not in Olympia. Only Perturabo and Dorn are here. Don't you dare try to disrupt my moral principles!

The runes on each dagger are very similar, yet different.

Wop stretched out his hand and used his psychic power to control the arrangement of the five daggers, so that the runes on them formed a certain seamless pattern.

"The Chaos Octagon is really not surprising at all."

The five daggers can only form one-fourth of the Chaos Octagon. If calculated based on the missing parts, there are at least thirteen daggers.

There were eighteen in total, far more common than the ritual daggers.

But the number eighteen, is this a coincidence?

Wop doesn't believe in coincidences.

Wop: "Caliphini, has the assassin's identity been determined?"

Caliphine: "They are all members of a murder cult."

Assassination plots by murder cults against the Rocks royal family are common, but this time the Black Blade is the only one that involves the Warp.

Those assassins were all mortals, and it was the Black Blade that gave them strange powers.

When assassins wield the black blade, their presence becomes very thin, like ghosts blending into the darkness.

This is definitely an assassin's exclusive artifact, and it is probably more useful for assassination than a ritual dagger.

But why didn’t the two daggers scream before?

Wop stared at the two daggers brought by Perturabo, and gradually he thought he heard shouting.

"Father."

"Father."

Perturabo and Dorn shouted simultaneously.

Wop snapped back to reality, "I'm fine, did you hear anything?"

Perturabo: "I heard my brothers calling my name, three different voices."

Dawn nodded, he also had three.

Wop stared at the dagger, the blade still emitting a strange glow, whispering in his ear.

"Father...save me, I don't want to die, I'm so cold, it's so dark here...save me...Father..."

Wop raised his arm, and the entire stone platform turned into powder under his palm. The flying stone chips were pulled by invisible hands and wrapped in the five daggers.

Wop clasped his hands together, and the shattered stone chips regrouped in the blue light. The texture of the table was restored perfectly, even the tiniest cracks disappeared without a trace, and the dagger was sealed in the dense sarcophagus.

When the last ray of the dagger's light disappeared into the stone platform, the whispers of the warp lingering in the ears suddenly fell silent.

Wop: "Seal the chamber and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving."

Wop is well aware of the dangers of these warp creations, but sealing or destroying them requires complicated and proper rituals.

Wop didn't have any of these, and even if he did, he couldn't verify their authenticity, so he wouldn't try it rashly.

Sealing the black blade in the stone platform is a temporary measure and a helpless choice.

Wop: "Abo, continue to track down the whereabouts of Black Blade."

"These black blades should be hidden under the stone pedestals of temples across the country. There are at least fifteen more daggers. We must find them all!"

Perturabo's expression was also very serious, as he realized the seriousness of the matter.

As long as there is a Black Blade left out there, the danger will never end, and Olympia will never have peace.

Wop walked out of the secret room and his eyes fell on Caliphate. "Caliphate, are there any myths or legends related to the dagger in Olympia?"

Caliphine: "In the story of Antaram, the gods gifted the assassin with a dark dagger."

Wop frowned slightly, "Antaram again?"

The gods gave the assassin one dagger, but in reality there are about eighteen daggers.