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

Neos: "That's up to you."

"Whom can I see if I want?"

"Yes."

"What if I want to go back to Terra to see Horus first?"

"Okay, it's your freedom."

Judging from the changes in Cozee, Wop's education has been quite effective. With Cozee's example, Neos also believes that Wop will not let him down.

Although the Primarchs have very different personalities, as long as they are all loyal to humanity, their personality flaws can be completely ignored.

Having Wop educate the Primarch would tie him to the Imperium of Man. At the same time, the bond between the Primarch and Wop would keep him on the side of humanity.

Neos looked at Curze, at the Night Lords, but more often his gaze fell on the Night Haunter.

He saw Sevatar, Shen, and Thor. They were all Nostramo, and would become Night Lords in the future, but they shouldn't be there at this hour.

It is now 813.M30, the time is wrong.

Neos looked at Wop, this was also caused by him.

Wop was not paying attention to his gaze, as he was whispering to Dorothy.

"Dorothy, don't be so scared. Although Neos looks like a villain, he is actually a good person."

……

The war has begun again.

Ten thousand Space Marines of the Night Lords entered the atmosphere in drop pods and Stormbirds, landing in four hive cities except Quintus.

The rest is just boring slaughter.

Many mortal armies simply gave up resistance and awaited the judgment of the Night Haunter.

A salary of a few hundred yuan a month is not worth risking your life for the powerful.

The powerful commanded their loyal servants to put up a stubborn resistance in the spire.

It’s not that they don’t want to surrender. In front of the fleet that covers the sky and the earth, even the most arrogant tyrant would not dare to declare war on the empire.

They had issued a joint statement of surrender as early as when the fleet sent an envoy to Quintus, but Curze did not allow them to surrender.

The sinner must be judged, his descendants and legion also need a war to adapt, and the Night Lord and the Night Haunter should be close.

Warriors in ceramist armor can withstand the heavy woodcutters' firepower and use their bolters to target the enemies on the defense line one by one. Each bolt can tear an enemy into a bloody mist.

The powerful and wealthy have almost no weapons that can threaten these superhuman warriors, and they can only wait for death in despair in their luxurious palaces.

The war started in the morning and was over in the afternoon.

The Night Haunter arrived at the Spire aboard a Mortal Auxiliary dropship and took over the order of the Spire.

Under Curze's orders, mortals and Space Marines alike will be responsible for judging the sinners of these four cities.

Wop and Neos watched the whole show. This was Curze's war, the Night Lords were Curze's legion, and the Emperor gave him full respect.

"Nostramo will become the homeworld of the Night Lords, and my offspring will assist the Night Haunters in governing this world. The most outstanding children among the Night Haunters will join the Night Lords in their conquest of the stars. Every world we conquer will be judged by my justice!"

"Nostramo has been ruled by darkness for too long. Every resident here was born in darkness and died in darkness, their entire lives shaped by it. Until today, they had never seen the light. Light meant nothing to them except for being blinding."

“If I want them to stay away from darkness, I must get them used to the light and embrace it.”

"The Mechanicus, help me move Nostramo's satellite, or blow it up, so that the sun's light can once again cover this world!"

Koz and Wop talked about their ideals and looked forward to the future. A rare warmth appeared on his pale face, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented expectations and hopes.

He saw unprecedented light in his descendants, and that was exactly the future he had been looking forward to!

He chattered to Wop about his plans and dreams like a child.

Wop was very tired, so tired that his eyelids were fighting each other.

But he still kept smiling and listening, because he knew that what Coze needed was to talk, not advice.

Besides, he didn't have much advice to give. Curze was already a mature Primarch, and Wop had nothing to teach him.

"This road is difficult, are you willing to join me?" Coze asked.

His voice sounded calm, but Wop could hear a hint of nervousness.

Wop forced himself to cheer up and said with a smile, "The future you envision is also the future I envision. Making humanity great again is our common ideal. As long as we're on the right path, I'll keep walking with you."

Koz smiled, like a child who got his favorite candy, with unreserved innocence in his smile.

He believed in Wop because he didn't see a future in which Wop left.

They returned to the Governor's Palace, but the Emperor had not yet left.

Dorothy took Phoebe and others to learn from the Ministry of the Interior officials sent by the Empire. Although Dorothy was their immediate superior, these officials were more experienced than Dorothy in how to efficiently manage a world government.

"I'm going to sleep for a while." Wop yawned and returned to the room, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

Coze stood in the shadows, watching Wop fall asleep quietly, his eyes never leaving him.

After an unknown amount of time, Wop suddenly disappeared from Koz's sight.

Just as he had suddenly appeared in front of Curze's incubator, he had disappeared just as suddenly.

"You and he each have your own missions." Neos' voice rang beside Coze's ear, "But you will eventually meet in the future. There is no need to be sad about this."

"I know."

Coze acted very calmly, not as hysterical as he had expected.

He was the Primarch, not a child who rolled around on the ground for candy, and there was no one here for him to do so.

"I will go with you to Terra, to see my brother. But I will not leave until Nostramo is on the right track."

"This is your freedom, but please don't forget, I am waiting for you, and the Empire is waiting for you, my son."

Chapter 47 This time I really have two guns

"Great, Father, you've gotten rid of that liar! Now just find me and I'll lead you to the truth!"

"Father, come find me! Please find me!"

Wop stood in the desert, with endless desert on one side and an oasis at the end of the desert on the other side.

He remembered that he should have been lying on a soft velvet bed before falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes again, he was standing here, and someone was chattering in his dream.

"So where is this?" Wop sighed.

He had just helped Curze capture Nostramo, and before he had time to enjoy the fruits of victory, he came to a strange world again.

He was certain this wasn't Nostramo, because there was sun, and he couldn't see the hive.

There are no deserts or oases in Nostramo, only wastelands filled with industrial waste.

This is the homeworld of another Primarch, but where is he?

Last time, Coze's incubator was right on his face, but Wop looked around and couldn't find any trace of an incubator.

But last time he was completely blank, this time at least he had an extra weapon.

Wop touched his waist, where there was a plasma pistol, which was a gift from Fili to him before.

It’s a pity that Koz never liked her because the little girl also regarded him as her father.

Wop sighed and walked towards the oasis at the end of his sight. Since he didn't know where he was, he might as well ask someone.

He walked towards the oasis, the sand under his feet shimmering with golden light under the scorching sun.

As the distance got closer, the outline of the town gradually became clear in the heat wave.

Yellow rammed earth walls surrounded a patchwork of flat-roofed houses, and a few tall trees cast dappled shadows at the city gate. Curls of smoke rose from clay chimneys, sketching soft curves against the azure sky, and the aroma of roasted naan and cumin wafted through the air.

Just as Wop was about to reach the town, he stopped because he witnessed a murder.

In the shadow of a boulder, a hairy teenager sneaked up on another dark-skinned, bald teenager from behind and strangled him with a rope.

The Emperor had witnessed his uncle kill his father, Mankind's first murder.

Now Wop had also witnessed a murder. The two teenagers were only eleven or twelve years old, but one of them was murdering the other.

"Snapped!"

Wop grabbed the boy's neck and lifted him up. Coz liked this move very much, and Wop learned it from him.

Although he is not the original body, he is still an adult after all, so it is not difficult for him to mention a minor.

To avoid wrongly accusing a good person, Wop asked, "Why did he kill you?"

The boy whose neck was being strangled threw away the rope that was stuck around his neck, coughed a few times in pain, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

It took him a while to recover. He looked up at the boy who wanted to murder him, his voice still a little hoarse: "I don't know. We are kids from the same town, but he and I have never had any conflicts."

Wop stared into the boy's eyes and could see no trace of lies.

Although he was not Coze, he could not detect the smell of sin.

But he was sure that he had just seen the boy he was pinching smile as he murdered the dark-skinned boy. It was a smile that was a mixture of cruelty and pleasure. He was excited about his murder.

Wop: "What's your name?"

"Erebus." said the dark-skinned boy.

"Hmm?" Wop suddenly lowered his head and began to observe the boy in front of him.

He was not born with dark skin, but had some kind of scripture painted all over his face, head and body with black tattoo paint.

Wop silently put down the boy in his hands and patted his shoulders in the boy's fearful eyes.

"You're the fucking name Erebus?"

The sole of Wop's boot crushed the boy's foot, causing it to buckle and deform with a teeth-grinding sound. Flesh and blood splattered under the pressure, broken bones piercing the skin, leaving a sticky pool of crimson on the ground.

"what!"

The boy's distorted face was frozen between pain and astonishment, and the scream that was squeezed out of his throat stopped abruptly before it came out because Wop grabbed his throat.

"Don't scream. I'm a kind person and I can't bear to hear others scream."

Wop's boots rolled down slowly, and the friction between leather and bone made a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

The boy's other foot was also gradually deformed under the continuous pressure. The crisp sound of the toe bones breaking one after another was like stepping on a bunch of dry branches, and flesh and blood burst out on the sole of the boot.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The boy's painful sobs escaped from his strangled throat, and intermittent gasps came out of his nose, as if he was crying in pain.

"Have I ever done anything to displease you?"

Erebus asked cautiously. He was really scared by the gritted teeth on Wop's face when he called his name.

He was the one who saved his life and seemed to be a kind older brother, so how could he hate him so much?

But if Wop hated him, why did he torture another person?

"Shut up, it's none of your business!" Wop scolded him.

Erebus shut his mouth obediently, his eyes glancing over the boy who murdered him. The soles of his feet had turned into a pool of bloody flesh with broken bones embedded in them.

Even though the other party had just tried to murder him, Erebus still felt very sympathetic towards him.

Wop crushed the sole of his boot to make sure every bone was thoroughly crushed.

Coze doesn't like to torture people, but he has become fond of torturing them.

But you can't blame him for this, anyone would be unable to resist.

Wop patted the boy's face and muttered to himself, "Although I know that even without you, Erebus, there would still be Erebatti and Moriarty. The plots of the four gods always catch us off guard. If I keep you, I may be able to uncover the conspiracy of the four gods in advance, but I can't help it!"

Wop released the boy's neck and asked him softly, "Does it hurt?"

"I was wrong... Please..." The boy sobbed in pain, using his last bit of strength to squeeze out a hoarse cry from his throat.

Wop pulled out the pistol from his waist. Originally, Wop thought that he had psychic powers and this gun would probably be useless.

But now he suddenly felt that this gun was a stroke of genius!

"I declare that Fili is my sweetheart!"

Wop pulled the trigger, and one plasma beam pierced the boy's chest, and another shattered his head.