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

Because this is like urging the emperor to come find them, but what will the emperor do when he finds them?

It would take him away from Wop, it would tear them apart.

This was definitely not what Wop wanted. There must be someone else plotting to frame him.

They had only been together for five years, but that person wouldn't even give them five short years!

Koz's eyes were cold. "No matter who you are, I'd better not find you!"

"Five years."

Wop was also thinking, he had been in Nostramo for five years, but he had been away from Terra for sixty-three years.

He was sure that Curze was the first Primarch he found, but the Emperor told him that he also taught Horus, which meant that he would go back in time to teach Horus. Doesn't that mean he can travel through time at will?

"Am I really that awesome?" Wop wasn't very confident. If he was that awesome, would he have to spend five years chewing on corpse starch on Terra?

Dorothy lowered her head silently. She was of noble birth and quite knowledgeable, but she couldn't fully understand what they were saying.

Wop asked, "When do I leave?"

Cozee's head snapped up, glaring at his father.

Neos: "It's up to you when you want to leave. I won't restrict you."

Koz lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

Wop did not notice his change of mood, but Dorothy saw it.

Dorothy suddenly felt that Curze was scary, not because he was a Primarch and possessed superhuman strength, but because of his emotions.

"Come on, Coz, let's go meet your son."

Woppe reached out to pat Cozee's shoulder. Although he couldn't reach it, Cozee would cooperate with him, push away the chair and squat down to let him pat him.

Neos watched them interact and became even more silent.

"Mother," Curze said, "tell Sevatar and the other warriors that I want to see them."

Dorothy nodded, quietly observing Neos's expression.

Although Koz had said that she could be his mother, he had never called her mother. This was the first time.

Dorothy was always very sensitive to children's feelings. She immediately realized that Koz's call of "mother" was meant for Neos to hear, as if to tell him, "We are a happy family of three, please don't disturb us."

Neos said nothing, he stood up and followed them, as if he didn't understand Coz's hint.

Although Dorothy was happy that Curz called her mother, she also knew that her position in Curz's heart was far inferior to that of Wop. For example, if she wanted to take Wop away, even if it was just for a short while, Curz would get angry with her, even if he called her mother.

……

The Eighth Legion, ten thousand soldiers stood solemnly like iron, their armor gleaming coldly under the light of the battleship's engines.

They had no names and no legionary crests.

The left shoulder armor has the Imperial Eagle, and the right shoulder armor has the Roman numeral VIII.

The Imperium has twenty Legions, but only their Primarchs are entitled to name them.

Their former names were mostly nicknames given to them by others, such as Ghoul and War Child.

Some Legions have also been named by the Emperor himself for their meritorious service, such as the Luna Wolves, the Imperial Heralds, and the Hounds of War.

The Eighth Legion has nothing. They have neither amazing tactics nor impressive tactics, nor can they be called famous military achievements, so they have no nickname, they are just the Eighth Legion.

But now, they welcomed their own Primarch.

Curze stood before them, their genetic father watching them!

They were the second legion in the entire Empire to welcome back their Primarch, second only to the Luna Wolves, and this alone made them tremble with excitement.

They held their heads high and proudly accepted the inspection of the Father of Genes.

Coze looked at his offspring, whom he had never seen before, and said calmly, "Kneel down."

Chapter 45: Midnight Lords

Some people kneel down to their descendants as soon as they meet each other, while others make their descendants kneel down as soon as they meet each other.

"Kneel down." Koz's voice was calm, as if he was negotiating. There was no coercion or threat, as if he was just stating a simple fact.

But the soldiers of the Eighth Legion were not naive enough to think that the Gene-Father was conferring with them. The dull thuds of their knee armor hitting the ground formed a solemn rhythm, and they knelt without hesitation. They did not succumb to intimidation or fear, but to pay the highest respect to their Gene-Father.

Neos looked at Wop as if to ask, 'Is this how you taught my son?'

Wop ignored him, he believed Coates.

"Why should I ask you to kneel?" asked Coze.

The soldiers of the Eighth Legion looked at each other, and no one responded.

"Because you are our genetic father." A warrior responded with his head down.

"Look up," Curze walked up to him, "and tell me your name."

He had seen his name from the future, but his descendants had the honor of telling him in person.

"Fell Zharost," the warrior replied proudly.

Coze: "Stand up, everyone."

The joint servos of ten thousand power armors hummed at the same time, and ten thousand giants looked at their genetic father with expectation.

"Now, kneel down before them." Curze pointed at the assembled Night Haunters, and his words made everyone look at him in surprise.

They were noble Space Marines, yet Curze made them kneel before a bunch of mortals. Even if it was the Father of Genes, they would shout, "Kneel!"

"Snapped!"

The dull thud of knee armor hitting the ground merged into one, and this time they still knelt firmly.

Curze: "Zharost, tell me why."

Fel Zharost bowed his head. "Because they fought alongside you in our absence. This is the honor they deserve."

Zharost's explanation immediately made the resentful soldiers of the Eighth Legion understand. Yes.

They were absent, and the Father of Genes must have suffered so much in the past five years!

It was these mortals who accompanied the Father of Genes, and they were able to welcome the Father of Genes back, and these mortals made an indelible contribution.

It is only right and reasonable that they should express their gratitude to them.

Curze: "You were born in prison and are called the Children of the Night. All my descendants are descendants of prisoners."

Zharost's face turned pale, and the other warriors were also uneasy.

Compared with the recruits of other legions, the origin of the Eighth Legion is indeed not noble. Is the Father of Genes blaming them for tarnishing the glory of the legion due to their origin?

If so, they can only apologize with their death. They just hope that the Father of Genes will not vent his anger on the Empire. The Emperor never did it on purpose.

"But who established this prison?" Curze asked himself, answering his own question. "It was my father's enemy, the warlord of Terra. Your ancestors became prisoners for violating the warlord's laws. You have been struggling to survive in darkness and death since birth. This is not your fault, but each of you has committed a crime, even if it is just to survive."

"The same goes for them." Curze pointed at Sevatar and then at the others.

The Eighth Legion was stunned. Why were they kneeling?

Curze: "You kneel before them, not for the honor they deserve, but for your arrogance. When you came into this world, I saw only arrogance and contempt in your eyes. Zharost, tell me, why did my father launch the Great Crusade?"

Zharost: "For the unity of mankind."

"To protect all of humanity from the darkness of the galaxy," Curze said. "You are noble Space Marines, your strength, speed, and lifespan far surpass those of mortals. You swore allegiance to my father, you fought for all of humanity, and you won glory in the galaxy that mortals could only imagine. But it seems no one has ever told you that you, too, are human."

The Space Marines all lowered their heads, ashamed of the accusations made by the Gene-Father.

If anyone else dared to talk to them like that, they would just sneer.

But since it was Koz who was speaking, every word he said was precious.

"I am your genetic father, you call me father. But never forget that you also have your own ordinary human parents. They may be mediocre, great, or scum. You are noble Space Marines, and they are humble mortals. People are not equal. But I still hope that all of you remember that we are all human!"

Coates continued: "I ask you to kneel because I am your genetic father."

"You kneel before me, for I am your genetic father."

"You kneel down before them because you need to apologize for your arrogance."

"Now," Coze knelt on one knee, "I also apologize to you for my arrogance."

The Eighth Legion was inspired and they hurriedly tried to help the Father of Genes up.

But they were all kneeling, and they didn't dare to stand up without the order of the Father of Genes.

Perhaps it was not until then that they realized that the Father of Genes asked them to kneel so that they could not stop him from kneeling to them.

But when Koz knelt, the already bewildered Midnight Haunter also knelt on one knee.

To kneel before Curze is to kneel before these Space Marines who are willing to be ashamed of their arrogance.

Even Dorothy hesitated to kneel, but was held captive by Wopla, and they were the only three left standing.

"Kneeling isn't just an apology; it's also a sign of respect." Curze held his head high even as he knelt. "They kneel because they respect you. Your origins are not glorious, but the contributions and sacrifices you have made for humanity are an eternal monument to the Eighth Legion."

"I hope you do the same."

"They were only human, but they sacrificed for my cause, for the justice and order I seek."

This time, looking at the mortals kneeling before them, there was no trace of arrogance in the eyes of the Eighth Legion.

No matter who they are or what position they hold, they are all human beings!

Even the father of genes is willing to kneel for this, so what qualifications do they have to express dissatisfaction?

"I see the answer in your eyes. Now we all kneel, without a trace of apology caused by arrogance, but out of respect for each other. Even if we don't understand each other yet, we are still willing to respect each other's contributions to mankind."

Curze slowly stood up, and without his command, the Night Haunter and the Eighth Legion also stood up at the same time.

This is also out of respect.

"Everyone yearns for the sun, and so do I." Koz pointed at Wop and the other two, but no one knew who he was referring to.

"The sun will dispel darkness, but it cannot destroy it. Darkness will fear the sun's light and hide deeper."

"We are all born in darkness and live in shadows."

"But Wop once told me that there was once a group of people in Ancient Terra who called themselves the Brotherhood and protected humanity from the darkness."

"To walk in darkness and serve the light is their creed. They silently protect humanity in the darkness. They are heroes who are not remembered."

"The ancient glory days of humanity are gone. Darkness lurks in the shadows where the sun cannot shine. Humanity needs a new brotherhood. This is the mission and the name I give you."

"Midnight Lords."

"We dominate midnight and hunt darkness. We yearn for light and protect humanity. We uphold justice and maintain order!"

"Son of you!" Curze opened his arms, his voice like thunder. "Are you willing to follow me and fight for my cause?"

The Eighth Legion, ten thousand Night Lords knelt on one knee, their roars tearing the sky.

"I swear by the night! I will never regret it even if I die!"

Chapter 46 Future

"Rise up in my name, my sons, and proclaim our wrath to the stars. In my name, mankind shall rise!"

Koz's speech was so passionate that Midnight Ghost's blood boiled.

Wop looked at Koz with relief, and Neos was looking at him.

Neos: "Walk in darkness and serve the light. Is this what you taught him?"

"Yes, I even told him the story of how Grandpa Emperor tore the Void Dragon apart with his bare hands."

Neos was silent. You really don’t treat Koz as an outsider and tell him everything!

Wop looked proud. "Didn't you ask me to teach the children? Since it's education, of course I have to follow through. Why are you hiding it?"

Dorothy was terrified and whispered, "Is that true?"

Neos refuted the rumor: "Not with bare hands."

Dorothy was silent too.

Wop: "Who's next?"