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

"What about your second favorite?"

"Then it depends on your ability."

"I will," Luo Jia smiled as happily as a child, "I promise."

"I believe you."

Lorgar asked, "What is the home planet of my brothers like?"

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. This is what Wop taught him.

"You already know about Nostramo on Curze. The environments of the Primarchs' homeworlds are generally very harsh. If you want to say the best environment, it should be Guilliman's Macragge."

"Guilliman, Macragge." Lorgar remembered these two names and decided to find an opportunity to visit his brother's home planet in the future.

They talked for a long time, about everything, from Terra to the Primarchs, from slaying the dragon in the southern part of Asia Minor to St. George raising Romulus.

"I'm going to take a nap first." Wop yawned.

Lorgar: "I will keep watch for you."

Forever, he added mentally.

The night is as dark as ink, and everything is silent.

The bitter night wind from Colchis carried fine dust, scraping against the Crawler's armor with a subtle sound. Lorgar sat in the direction of the wind, shielding Wop from the cold.

His tightly wrapped white robe swayed gently in the wind, like a piece of moonlight that refused to fall.

……

The crawlers arrived at the Sorrow Crater on the morning of the second day. Behind the jagged ridged rocks was a huge crater with a diameter of 40 kilometers, like a scar made by a god with a huge hammer on the earth.

Those twisted metal skeletons protrude abruptly from the sea of ​​sand, like the remains of giants weathered by time.

The ruins of the ancient city in the sky were slightly distorted in the heat wave, but the outlines of the circular cabin and portholes could still be made out.

"Golden Goat." Standing on the roof of the car, Lorca murmured softly. The descriptions of the city in the sky in "Lord of the Fast" were now unfolding before his eyes in a heroic manner beyond imagination.

Even though all he saw before him were the ruins of the former sky city, he knew that the description in the book was not false.

The splendid civilization created by our ancient ancestors is so magnificent that it is far beyond the reach of today's poor imagination.

Even the Primarch couldn't do that, because Lorgar didn't have the honor of witnessing it himself.

"Lorca!" Wop suddenly called his name, "Ten o'clock direction, two hundred meters!"

Luo Jia's gaze pierced the sand at ten o'clock like a sharp blade. On the sand a hundred meters away, a strange bulge was winding rapidly like a snake. The rolling sand waves were like the sea surface split by an invisible hand, splashing golden waves to both sides.

"boom!"

The King of Velociraptors burst out from the desert, its massive body overturning dozens of tons of yellow sand like a collapsing mountain. The sand and gravel in the sky formed a golden waterfall under the moonlight, and every grain of sand trembled with the roar of friction with its huge golden-red triangular scales.

Its body was over 300 meters long, and its three sets of compound eyes flashed with a cold light. Its huge mouth, which was big enough to swallow an entire crawler, was fully opened, tearing its head apart, revealing layers of scimitar-shaped teeth.

Its 'neck' arched fifty meters high like a giant python, and then suddenly dropped down, trying to swallow the crawler whole into its throat and chew it into pieces with its sharp teeth!

"boom!"

The bloody mouth of the Swift Dragon King slammed hard into the light blue psychic barrier, and its ferocious fangs stirred up layers of ripples on the surface of the energy field, like the surface of a lake being violently rippled by a huge rock.

At the same time, the crawler rolled over the sand ridge at the critical moment and narrowly avoided the fatal attack of the velociraptor king.

The King of Velociraptors, whose attack missed, let out a deafening roar and suddenly plunged into the sea of ​​sand.

Its drilling movement stirred up huge waves of sand, and the yellow sand splashed on the crawler's armored shell like a waterfall, making a crisp sound like a sudden rain.

"Is it okay?" Wop sent a message in Lorgar's mind.

Luo Jia's violet eyes pierced through the flying sand curtain and locked onto the rapidly moving ridge under the sand.

"Its skin is so thick, I have to get inside its mouth."

Lorgar figured out a way to kill the monster within a nanosecond of seeing the King of the Velociraptors. Just now was the best time, but he didn't want to make Wop worry, so he gave up that opportunity.

"Are you sure?"

"Have."

"Then just do it!"

"it is good."

The second chance came sooner than expected.

The Swift Dragon King seemed to be able to sense the subtle vibrations of the sand, accurately locking onto the crawler's trajectory. When the crawler passed a seemingly calm dune, the sand suddenly surged violently like a boiling pot.

The swift dragon king erupted from the earth, swallowing the creepers and dozens of tons of sand into its abyssal maw. The wail of twisted metal ripped through the sandstorm like a sharp sound, and the creepers' armor plates collapsed like fragile tinfoil under the crushing force of the beast's fangs.

Wop had broken away from the crawler early in the morning and used his psychic power to land on the sand not far away.

However, after the successful attack, the monster did not escape into the sand. Instead, it howled in pain, shook its head convulsively, and slammed it into the sand like the Hulk hitting Rocky.

In its final dying struggle, the body of the Velociraptor King twitched violently, and finally fell heavily to the sand, splashing a wave of muddy sand.

Lorca walked out of its mouth, his body covered in smelly saliva.

"I want to vomit." Lorca could tolerate the stench, but he deliberately frowned his handsome face and complained to Wop.

Psychic energy washed over his body like a waterfall, and each energy ripple was like an invisible chisel, accurately stripping away the impurities that did not belong to him.

"That's much better now." Luo Jia smiled happily.

"This is bad luck." Wop sighed. The King of the Velociraptors was dead, but the Crawlers were gone too.

Lorgar: "I have always wanted to take a walk with you like this."

"Are you a child?"

"Yes." Lorgar nodded. "If you calculate according to the Colchis calendar, I just turned 60 days old today. If you calculate according to the Terran calendar, I am only 14 months old."

Wop was helpless, but he really had no way to deal with such a Lorca.

Two figures, one big and one small, struggled forward under the scorching sun, trekking along the weathered rock layers high on the sand ridge into the depths of the ruins.

The oldest one is a fourteen-month-old child, and the youngest one is an adult in his thirties.

"I find it very strange." Lorgar suddenly asked, "How could the King of Swift Dragons ambush us so accurately the moment we stepped into the crater?"

The diameter of the Sorrow Crater is forty kilometers. Even with the speed displayed by the King of Velociraptors, it would take dozens of minutes to cross the Sorrow Crater.

Or maybe they were just too lucky, and the King of Swift Dragons caught them and gave them a snack as soon as they came in.

"Or that's not the only Swift Dragon King."

Before Wop finished speaking, he saw a strange ridge on the sand dune a hundred meters away, winding rapidly like a snake.

Lorgar moved to stand in front of Wop. The Dragon King existed in stories thousands of years ago. Either it had an astonishing lifespan, or the Swift Dragon King was not a monster at all, but a tribe.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Chapter 65 Iron Man and Zion (6K)

"boom!"

The huge, scaly body of the Swift Dragon King rolled violently in the sand sea, stirring up yellow sand like a golden tsunami. Its neck stood upright like an ancient tower, and it opened its huge mouth full of fangs to try to catch the two figures in the air, but it missed by a hair's breadth every time and fell heavily into the sand sea, stirring up thousands of layers of sand waves.

Wop: "Did you kill their mother?"

Lorgar: "It could be their father."

Lorgar only killed one velociraptor king, but these velociraptor kings chased them all the way.

Their behavior is very much like revenge, which shows that the velociraptor king killed by Lorgar has a very high status in the tribe, and also shows that these creatures are intelligent.

The velociraptor king that was killed was over 300 meters long, while the longest velociraptor king that was chasing them was only 200 meters long. The velociraptor king that was killed was obviously much older than the other velociraptors.

"With so many dragons guarding them, how did the ancients think the Colchians could find the Golden Fleece?"

Even if the Holy Covenant of Colchis were asked to search for the Golden Fleece, they would be helpless against these behemoths.

The scales of the velociraptor king can withstand the repeated bombardment of artillery. If you want to kill them quickly, you must enter the body of the velociraptor king.

But the saliva of the Swift Dragon King is highly corrosive, and any mortal entering the mouth of the Swift Dragon King is simply seeking death.

Without Lorgar and Wop, the Colchis people would never have been able to reach the core area of ​​the ruins under the protection of these swift dragon kings, nor would they have been able to obtain the Golden Fleece.

Lorgar: "Jason summoned the heroes and arrived in Colchis aboard the Argo. Medea used a magic potion to put the dragon to sleep, allowing Jason to obtain the Golden Fleece. Perhaps the ancients set a similar test. The answer may lie in the tribe of the rejected deep in the desert."

"I don't have time to go back and seek answers from the Rejected, but we can avoid the attacks of the Swift Dragon King just as easily as the potion did. Now we just need to find the Golden Fleece."

They have flown across the sea of ​​sand and arrived above the core area of ​​the ruins of the former Sky City.

The velociraptors kings roamed anxiously around the periphery of the ruins, their bodies wriggling under the sand, plowing out winding ridges on the flat sand surface, like giant pythons wandering in the desert, but they never dared to step into the ruins buried by wind and sand.

Lorgar: "They are indeed intelligent, and they are controlled by the ancestors."

Wop adjusted the altitude, and the two slowly landed on the top of the sand dune carved by time.

Lorca's legs sank into the fine sand, making a slight creaking sound.

"Where are we going now?" Lorgar asked.

"There."

Wop raised his arm and pointed toward a faint outline among the distant dunes.

Under the scorching sunlight, the ruins of an ancient building lie dormant in the sea of ​​sand like a sleeping giant.

They had seen it when they were in the sky; it was the most intact building in the ruins. Whether or not there was the Golden Fleece, there must be clues.

Luo Jia knew where he was going and asked him because he wanted to ask him.

Despite thousands of years of wind and sand erosion, its overall outline still maintains a graceful geometric arc.

Its incomplete dome twisted slightly in the heat wave, its broken metal frame gleamed coldly under the scorching sun, and its mottled stone pillars pierced the sky like broken ribs.

Although the exterior walls are mottled with wind erosion, the main structure remains intact.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound of breaking from the soles of Lorgar's boots.

He lowered his head and brushed aside the gravel, only to discover that it was a broken J-shaped stick. Its outline was like a spindle with slightly bulged ends, and fine carvings could be vaguely discerned on its surface.

Lorgar was curious, and just as his fingertips were about to touch the ancient artifact, Wop's palm fell like lightning, leaving a slightly red mark on the back of his white hand.

Wop's voice was unusually stern, "Don't play with Fujitsu's fake weapon, little one!"

"Oh." Luo Jia withdrew his hand, but he was still curious about what it was. It looked a little familiar.

Wop never expected that they would be struck by lightning as soon as they entered the ruins.

We've already passed the M20, so why are people still using the Fujitsu fake device invented in the M2? Even if it's sexual repression, it shouldn't be so retro, right?

Is it possible that no scientists have invented robots by M20? Then humanity is such a failure.

However, this fake Fujizu weapon has two heads. Its owner must be a person who is unwilling to be ordinary. When he uses it, he will probably invite others to play with him. This is understandable.

"Crack!"

Luo Jia grabbed the crack of the door, and the moment his knuckles exerted force, the metal frame broke with a sharp sound of deformation. Without pausing, he peeled the entire door off the wall, as if it were just a piece of gauze that was in the way.

"Is that the thing?" Luo Jia asked belatedly.

"Do not ask."

Lorca was silent.

They trudged through ankle-deep yellow sand, passing through wind-worn corridors that eventually led them to a crumbling circular hall. The dome had long since collapsed, and the scorching sun poured down like a waterfall, carving cracked lines in the sand.

Wop: "This place looks like a neighborhood office. Let's see if there are any useful clues."

Lorgar had just nodded halfway when his warrior instinct struck him like lightning.

He spun around and protected Wop behind him, his violet eyes fixed on a corridor swallowed by yellow sand.

Wop secretly became more alert, believing that Lorca would not act without a purpose.

"boom!"

A torrent of dark blue energy erupted with a bang, like a supernova exploding in a confined space. The yellow sand blocking the entrance shattered in a quantum-level tremor, each grain of sand coated in an eerie blue light, like a star shower falling in reverse.

Lorgar's muscles were tightened like steel bars. With this level of damage, even the Primarch's body would be as fragile as glass!

"Please relax, sir, I mean no harm."