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

Was it shattered during the ritual like the Nemesis Blade, or were there originally eighteen of them?

If these daggers were used to kill the Primarch, where was the assassin who wielded them, and when?

"Damex..."

Wop looked at the tyrant and sighed again, "Never mind, it's okay."

Dammex kept two daggers with him, which was why he was not corrupted.

Apart from the fact that he was a tyrant and lacked very little, so the probability of him being corrupted was not that high, it was also because Caliphni was keeping a close eye on him.

But what about next time?

He can't escape danger every time.

But it wasn't entirely his fault, as mortal bodies were ultimately powerless against the whispers of Chaos.

If he could be as steadfast as the Primarch, then he would no longer be a mortal, but the Primarch.

Moreover, the reason why Dammex was targeted by Chaos was also thanks to Wop and Perturabo.

If there had been no Primarch, a little Karami like him would not have been worth Chaos's conspiracy to murder him.

Fortunately, they are now prepared, and it won’t be so easy for Chaos to succeed.

The Fourth Legion is also on its way to Olympia. As long as the Fourth Legion arrives in Olympia, everything will be fine.

……

The prison at Locke's houses prisoners of all kinds.

Most of them are serious criminals who have committed serious crimes, but political prisoners are rarely seen.

The reason is simple: the secret guards never leave anyone alive when performing their missions.

The only exception is Lodusk.

He was the only prisoner whom Perturabo had personally ordered to be kept alive, simply because he held too many secrets that had yet to be revealed.

The list he voluntarily confessed alone provided Rocks with key clues. In the end, it was confirmed that the powerful people on the list were indeed in collusion with the temple. Lodusk's confession was not a random accusation.

But this was not what Perturabo wanted to hear.

Those powerful people cannot cause much trouble, and they do not have the courage to sacrifice civilians on a large scale.

Perturabo is not blind and will not allow the powerful to destroy social order.

Without external help, it would be almost impossible for these people to accomplish anything.

"Lodusk."

Perturabo stood before the iron bars, the cold metal bars separating the dimly lit cell.

Lodusk huddled in a corner, his tattered priest robes stained and emitting a pungent smell of mold.

When the figure of the Primarch came into view, he suddenly stumbled to the iron window, tightly grasped the railing, and his voice became hoarse.

"You finally came?"

Perturabo: "You are the one who asked to see me. What secrets do you have to tell me?"

"I can tell you everything, but you have to promise me one condition."

"What conditions?"

The priest's pale face suddenly flushed, his eyes filled with morbid excitement, "Revenge for the gods, I ask for nothing else!"

"They are my enemies. There is no room for reconciliation between me and them, but I cannot guarantee success."

Perturabo hadn't bothered to deceive a mortal who had gone mad.

"If you really dare to guarantee this, I won't believe it. They are so powerful that even the gods..."

Lodask closed his eyes in pain, as the scenes kept repeating themselves before his eyes, unable to be shaken off.

Perturabo: "Since you know how powerful they are, why don't you embrace them? They are gods too."

"Bang!" Rodusk's forehead slammed against the bars, his voice trembling with emotion. "If I betray the gods and kneel before them, what's the difference between me and a blasphemer like you?"

Perturabo: "I don't believe in God."

Lodusk forced a self-deprecating smile. "So you are destined to be incompatible with them."

"Is your father still alive?" he asked suddenly.

"Still alive, the assassination was prevented."

"He wasn't scratched by the black blade?"

"No, what are the consequences of being scratched?"

Lodusk pointed to the sky and said, "Believe in Them, that's all."

Perturabo: "How did you learn that?"

"It told me." Lodusk took out a pitch-black dagger from his arms, exactly the same style as the assassin's.

Perturabo's pupils constricted. "Where did you find it?"

"It found me." Lodusk grinned, his cracked lips wide. "It's been waiting for me in the cell, always. Hehe."

Perturabo's gaze swept across the cell; a stone slab had been pried open in the corner.

“Ding-dong!”

The black blade fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

The priest's voice was filled with fatigue. "Take it away so I can get some sleep."

Perturabo: "Is this why you insist on seeing me?"

"No, there's more!" Lodusk suddenly rushed forward again, grabbing the iron bars with an excited look, "Remember, Antaram is never alone!"

"whee."

He cried and laughed, but in the end he went crazy.