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

When that gaze swept over him, the five-year-old warrior felt as if he had been stripped of all his clothes on the harshest night, thrown naked into the endless sand sea of ​​Colchis. Not only was his body frozen into an ice sculpture, but even his soul seemed to be frozen and shattered.

Akshida lowered his head in fear. He could clearly feel the emotions of the Son of God.

Even when he killed Kor Phaeron, there was only the coldness of divinity in his eyes.

But he was angry now.

"My Lord," Akshida said with difficulty.

"Shh." Lorga signaled him to be quiet. Akshida lowered his head and followed Lorga out of the library.

Luo Jia closed the door gently, trying his best to avoid waking up the people inside.

It didn't matter to Erebus. Lorgar didn't like him because Erebus was lucky enough to meet Wop earlier than him.

But Wop is just a mortal. Unlike him, he can't stay awake for many days in a row. He needs a good sleep.

It was he who stubbornly asked Wop to stay with him in the library. He didn't want Wop to leave his sight for a second because he was afraid that Wop would suddenly disappear as soon as he turned around.

The chaotic sound of footsteps approached like a sandstorm, and the rioting believers appeared in Lorgar's sight.

Luo Jia was unarmed, and his eyes were like a deep purple lake, without any ripples.

They held weapons, but their eyes were full of fear.

"Do it!" Alanji roared in the crowd, "The Great Power is paying attention..."

He covered his neck and blood oozed from his mouth.

Lorgar wasn't as skilled in combat as his other brothers, but he was still a Primarch, graceful and deadly.

He killed Alanji because he was too noisy. What if he woke Wop?

……

The angry cries of the faithful soon turned into cries of pain and panic, but Lorgar always killed them before they could make a sound.

In six heartbeats, the faithful were reduced to a pile of warm corpses, bones broken, limbs twisted, and blood spurting from wounds.

The liberated slaves and nomads arrived belatedly, staring at Lorgar, who stood amid the mangled remains, blood splattered all over his white robes and face. His hands dripped blood, and crimson blood pooled on the metal deck beneath his feet.

The coldness contained in those eyes filled with divine pressure seemed to freeze the air. They knelt down tremblingly, trying to explain that they were not in the same group as the traitor.

"No need to kneel." Lorca's violet eyes swept across the panicked faces of the crowd, and he stopped them in a gentle voice, "I have witnessed your loyalty. I am not in danger. Please go back and rest."

He turned to Akshida, "Clean up this place and don't disturb anyone else."

Akshida bowed his head: "Yes, my Lord."

Lorga pushed open the door and Wop was sitting at the table looking at him.

Luo Jia unconsciously tensed his back, feeling helpless like a child who had made a mistake.

Wop: "Close the door."

Luo Jia closed the door silently and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Why apologize?" Wop shook his head. "You did a good job. They were deeply poisoned by their faith, and death was the only way to free them."

"I made too much noise and woke you up."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would beat or scold you just because you woke me up accidentally?"

"of course not!"

Luo Jia's voice suddenly rose. Why did he think so about Wop?

"Then why are you afraid?" asked Wop.

"I'm not scared, I'm just..."

"Guilty?"

Lorgar nodded.

It's like a child who wants to do something for his father but ends up doing something bad with good intentions. Even though he knows his father won't blame him, he still blames himself.

Wop: "Do you know what this behavior of yours is called?"

Lorca shook his head.

"Internal exhaustion," Wop said. "Almost all of your brothers are like this, all immersed in a vortex of self-doubt. This is the character I hate most in you. You see, I have never hidden anything from you because I believe you will become the leader of mankind and lead mankind to revival."

"But you've fallen into meaningless mental exhaustion over such a small matter. Am I really so unworthy of your trust?"

"You are the person I trust most in this world!" Luo Jia's pupils suddenly contracted, and his cheeks turned abnormally red due to excitement.

"I believe you." A smile appeared on Wop's face. "Then let's make a promise. No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can come to me and talk to me. Although I may not be able to help you, at least I can still be your tree hole."

Lorgar was silent. He did not respond, but slowly walked towards Wop and stretched out his little finger.

"Hook."

"Are you a child?" Wop laughed out loud.

"Isn't it me?" Lorgar asked innocently, "It's only been 40 days since I was born, which is only 284 days according to the Terran calendar. I'm still a baby."

Although a two-meter-tall baby is a bit outrageous, it is logically correct.

"I admit you are right." Wop helplessly stretched out his little finger and made a pinky promise with Luo Jia.

Thank God, although Lorgar grew very fast, he was still within the normal range, otherwise Wop would have to use his entire hand to make a pinky promise with him.

Luo Jia: "Let's make a promise and never change it for the rest of our lives."

"lifetime?"

"Well, I will keep this promise for the rest of my life."

"Do you know how long a lifetime is?"

"Isn't it possible?" Luo Jia asked nervously. He admitted that he was a little greedy.

"Yes, if you are willing to keep this promise for life, then so am I. I hope we can always remain honest with each other, without suspicion or deception, and face each other with the purest hearts."

The corners of Wop's mouth rose unconsciously. He and Coze had said similar things, but Coze would not ask for a pinky promise as childishly as Lorgar.

This may also have something to do with the environment. Curze has to kill people since he was born, and Nothramos is the worst in the entire galaxy.

Although Colchis had been planned by the Four Gods for thousands of years, in order not to arouse Lorgar's disgust and the Emperor's vigilance, the Four Gods had ensured that there was no corruption of Chaos on Colchis, and the teachings of the Covenant were also guiding people towards good.

Although the living environment was harsh, the social atmosphere was much better than that of Nostramo, so Lorca only killed people twice in 284 days.

If we take Koz of the same period, his hands are already stained with blood. He has killed at least 8,000 people with his own hands. Killing has become a daily routine, just like eating and drinking.

"What are you thinking about?" Lorgar asked.

"I was thinking about Coze, comparing you to him."

"Who of us is better?" Luo Jia's voice was full of stubbornness beyond his age, but it also concealed a hint of childish fragility.

He wanted to know the answer, but was afraid that the answer would disappoint him.

"It's not about that comparison, it's about the environment you grew up in. His environment is worse than yours, but your future is also more dangerous. At the same age, Curze's personality matured more precociously, while you're still childish. But there's no difference between superior and inferior, because you're both striving to become human beings."

Woploga believed that Wopp had not deceived him, but he always felt that Wopp was being unfair because Wopp did not give him a direct answer.

"Then who is the older brother and who is the younger brother?" Luo Jia's transition was abrupt, but it avoided embarrassment.

Sincerity is not about getting to the bottom of things, nor is it an excuse for his willfulness. That will only lower his evaluation in Wop's heart.

"That's an interesting question." Wop rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Numerically speaking, he's the eighth Primarch, and you're the seventeenth. It's simple to rank people by number, but I don't think you'd agree with that ranking. Those who returned earlier tend to be ranked by their order of return, and those who were born earlier tend to be ranked by their order of birth. If you don't have an advantage in either aspect, then you'll simply scoff at it and laugh at the childishness of such arguments, because no one wants to admit they're a younger brother."

Luo Jia: "But he knew you before me."

"Correct."

"Who else?"

"According to my subjective timeline, Coze is the first and you are the second."

The Emperor said that Horus has returned. Judging from the time, Horus should be ahead of Curze and Lorgar, but Wop does not recognize Horus yet.

A star-like light flashed in Luo Jia's violet eyes, and his slender fingers gently stroked the yellowed title page of the ancient book.

"I found the golden goat."

He pushed the book toward Wop.

"I don't understand, just tell me directly."

Wop was helpless. Although he could understand Colchis, the Colchis writing was confusing to him, so he was actually illiterate.

If it weren't for the Emperor's great power, he probably wouldn't even understand.

Luo Jia knew that Wop could not understand ancient characters. He did this on purpose not to embarrass Wop, but to make Wop take the initiative to make a request to him.

"This book records a story." Lorgar opened a page, revealing a beautiful picture. "In the ancient desert of Colchis, there was a city in the sky. The ancient people did not live on the earth, but in the sky."

"At some unknown time, the sky city fell from the heavens, becoming a scarred ruin. People named it the Crater of Sorrow. Buried there are the remains of the past, but no one dares approach. For it is the habitat of a monster that lurks beneath the sands, devouring any explorer who ventures into the ruins."

"People call it the Serpent of Kern, the Scourge of the Cities, but more people know it as the King of Swift Dragons."

"Legend has it that it's so huge it can swallow a sheep in one gulp, and its saliva can burn flesh."

Wop: "Do you think it's the dragon guarding the Golden Fleece? That city in the sky would be a good match for the Golden Fleece."

Lorgar nodded. "This book also contains clues about the Golden Fleece, but they are scattered across different pages."

"Why are they hiding the clues?" Erebus, who had been awake long ago and had been listening quietly, suddenly asked, "If the story of the Golden Fleece has been erased from the memories of the Colchians, then no one will discover these clues. Even if they did, they wouldn't understand what the Golden Fleece meant. What good would these clues do?"

Lorgar: "What if anyone still remembers the legend of the Golden Fleece?"

"You mean the Rejected? Even if they remember, what good would it do? These books are precious ancient texts. Even if the Covenant couldn't discover their value, they wouldn't hand them over to the Rejected. Besides, the Rejected can't read these ancient texts now."

If the writers of these books wanted to hide the clues about the Golden Fleece, then that means the clues were definitely not left to the Covenant.

There are only two kinds of people in Colchis, and since the clues are not for the Covenant, they can only be for the rejected.

The tribes of the rejected are scattered across the vast desert. According to the historical records of the Covenant, they were expelled from the Covenant because they were unwilling to believe in the gods, so they are likely to have retained the writing and memories of the old times.

The Rejected hold the key to discovering the clues, but the Covenant has the clues.

The two sides are irreconcilable, and unless the Rejected can defeat the Covenant, the secrets within the book will never be revealed.

Lorgar: "Erebus, nothing is certain. Perhaps the ancient who left the clues was in dire straits at the time, and these fragmented clues are all he could leave behind. Even if the secrets in the book will never be solved, at least he planted the seeds of fire."

Chapter 60: Koz: Aminos (5K)

Lorgar read every book in the library, trying to find more clues from them, but there were only two books out of thousands that contained clues.

One is "The Travels of Jason", and the hidden clue is the Golden Fleece; the other is "The King of Swift Dragons", and the hidden clue is the Golden Goat.

Both books are ancient fairy tale-type books. "The Travels of Jason" talks about the geography of Colchis and has nothing to do with Jason. "The Swift Dragon King" talks about the monster lurking under the sand.

There are clues hidden in both books, and both books mention a common location, the crash site of the city in the sky, the Crater of Sorrow.

If the sky city where the ancient ancestors lived was the Golden Goat, this would be similar to the legend.

The legendary golden ram carried Phrixus across land and sea, but was slaughtered by Phrixus.

The city in the sky once carried ancient ancestors, but eventually fell to the earth.

The fire dragon guards under the oak tree of the Golden Fleece, and the swift dragon king lurks under the ruins of the sky city. All elements can be matched one by one.

Erebus and Nero each held a pile of books and threw them into the dug sand pit. The trembling Akshida poured oil on them and Lorgar lit the fire.

People gathered around the fire pit, watching with sadness or fear as the precious books were devoured by the flames.

Erebus didn't feel any pity at all, as he had long since stopped believing in God.

In Lorca's words, many of the books in the library are priceless treasures, but these religious texts that are poisoning humanity are completely devoid of nutrition.

"That's all," Erebus said.

The flames twisted and danced before Erebus's eyes, like greedy snakes licking at yellowed pages. The paper curled and blackened in the heat, and the words that recorded religious beliefs turned into tiny embers, swirling up with the heat wave and finally dissipating on the dry breeze of Colchis.

Luo Jia: "What's that in your hand?"

Erebus was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and found that he was holding a book in his palm.

Erebus' pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

"No, this isn't me..."

He clearly didn't remember picking up the book, and he was sure he threw all the books into the fire pit!