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

With the loud bang of rows of bookcases collapsing, the religious texts accumulated for thousands of years turned into surging waves of fire, illuminating the entire city like purgatory.

The believers huddled in their homes, watching through the windows as the thousand-year-old temple collapsed in flames. The soul-wrenching pain of having their faith uprooted made them despair.

In the dark cage, the shackled slaves desperately stretched their skinny arms out of the iron bars, their cloudy eyeballs reflected the flames rising into the sky, and the chains rattled with their excited movements, like a prelude to liberation that had been awaited for thousands of years.

"I curse you in the name of the gods! The powers will witness your destruction in the temple of the Most High Heaven!"

The archbishop, holding the scepter, yelled hysterically at Lorgar in the temple hall.

"Your life is like a candle in the wind. Have your gods ever looked down upon you? The scriptures of your faith have been reduced to ashes in the flames. Have they ever brought down divine punishment? Where were they when Vahadiresh fell?"

The archbishop widened his eyes in despair, and with the crisp sound of bones breaking, Lorgar crushed his neck.

"I've changed my mind," Lorgar said. "Espiya, tell the rebels to evacuate this city. Announce to the residents of Wahadiresh that I'll give them one day. After that, all who remain in this city will be buried with it."

Lorgar turned away resolutely, the religious atmosphere of the Wahadi Resh lingering on his breath like sticky grease. The incense wafting from the minarets, the prayers echoing in the temples, the sickly piety on the faces of the believers, all made his stomach churn with physical disgust.

This gray city is like a huge shrine, every brick and stone is soaked in suffocating ignorance.

But he will use facts to tell mankind that the gods are not worthy of belief.

Lorga gave them one day, seven small days.

Millions of slaves fled the city like a flood within two days. The rebel fighters had already lined up in the wilderness ten kilometers away to greet them, offering water and bread to these souls who had broken free from their shackles.

As for the devout believers, only 300,000 left Wahadi Resh in anxiety until the seventh day.

The remaining 70% of believers either cling tightly to the yellowed scriptures hidden in their homes, as if they can ward off the coming judgment;

Or perhaps with a sneer of disdain, Vahadi Resh is not only the religious heart of the Covenant, but also the last fertile land of Colchis. This fertile land, nourished by an ancient irrigation system, is as precious as a spring in the desert. It not only supports the city's four million residents, but also sustains the lives of a dozen surrounding cities and 20 million people through its food exports.

They were convinced that Lorgar would never dare to let this holy city that had stood for a thousand years be burned down.

The gold foil on the temple spires still gleamed in the setting sun, but it could not illuminate the ignorance they chose to remain in the shadows.

On the eighth day, at dawn, Lorgar pronounced the fate of the city.

"Medea, destroy it."

Vahadiresh is so vast that even the swift dragon king's horde cannot destroy the entire city in a single day.

But Medea recently restored an orbital defense turret, the only surviving piece of the ancient orbital defense system.

After several days of difficult calibration, the artillery has now firmly locked onto the coordinates of Wahadi Resh.

The believers stubbornly believed that judgment would not come, and they never expected that judgment would come from the sky.

The blazing orbital rays cut through the sky like a sword of judgment, and the dazzling light completely enveloped the entire Gray City.

When the destructive light finally faded away, the holy city that once stood with a thousand-meter-high spires had completely disappeared. The entire city melted in the high temperature into a huge glassy pit with a faint glow.

Amid the shattered debris of the star rings in outer space, the ancient artillery fort that Medea had barely repaired collapsed after firing its last shot.

This ancient weapon, carrying the final will of the ancient Colchis civilization, ended two eras simultaneously with its destructive light.

It buried the ignorant religious beliefs of the Covenant and also completed the final revenge for the ancient civilization destroyed by the gods four thousand years ago.

"Celebrate! A new era has arrived!"

The slaves enslaved by the covenant and the believers bound by religion all held their breath and listened attentively to the declaration of the liberator.

"I hereby pledge,"

Facing millions of hopeful eyes, Lorgar's voice echoed across the desert sky through the ancient broadcasting system. The radio's electrical noise did not weaken the power of his words, but instead added a solemnity that transcended time and space to his voice.

"Until the last false idol is toppled, until the last filthy temple is razed, until the last corrupted scroll is burned, until the last corrupted priest is executed, until faith, this cancer that has parasitized the very bones of human civilization, is eradicated, the war will never end! There will be no truce between humans and the gods!"

Whatever the fate of Colchis, the fall of Vahdiresh will leave an indelible mark on the history of human civilization.

The collapse of this perfect city, like a violent tremor in the wheel of fortune, led the future of many people in a direction completely different from the established trajectory.

……

On the 100th day after Lorgar's birth, the last city on Colchis ceased resistance.

He completed the unification of Colchis in less than two Terran years, and his efficiency was one and a half times that of Curze.

But the unification of Colchis did not surprise Lorgar, but instead aroused an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

"What are you afraid of?" Lorca questioned his heart.

Fear of the Emperor's coming? Or fear of the coming Great Crusade?

neither.

He had the answer in his heart, what he feared was Wop's departure.

He turned his head to look at Wop sitting on the bench, and the shameless iron man was next to Wop.

Lorgar hated her, but this was exactly what he asked for.

Even if he had Wop accompany him in the library, he couldn't keep an eye on Wop all the time.

He had to govern Colchis. A qualified father would not give birth to a child without raising him, nor would he rule Colchis without governing it.

So he had to have someone else watch over Wop for him, and no one was better suited for the job than Iron Woman, who could watch Wop for 170.4 hours a day without even blinking.

"Wop," he called.

"I'm here." Wop looked at him.

They have been together for so long, but this is the first time Luo Jia has called his name.

When they first met, Luo Jia called him father and was scolded by him.

From then on, Luo Jia no longer called him father, nor did he call his name once, which made Wop feel lost for a while.

But he was not Perturabo, and he would not be upset about such a small matter.

Luo Jia: "Nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Lorgar had imagined the scene of the unified Colchis countless times in his dreams, strolling with Wop in the rebuilt Emerald Forest, or gazing at the restored orbital star rings side by side.

But when the last wisp of smoke from the war cleared, he truly realized the huge gap between ideals and reality.

He was so busy that even Wop's lessons with him became less frequent.

Luo Jia: "There are some things I don't quite understand, can you teach me?"

Wop shook his head: "I have nothing left to teach you."

The Primarchs all had high IQs, but their personalities determined their strengths. For example, Lorgar was better at studying than Curze.

He was always able to apply what he learned to other situations, which won Wop's favor.

Wop is good at telling fables to the Primarch and helping him to shape the correct values, world outlook, and outlook on life, but he seems unable to cope with the specific issues of governing the country.

Lorca was silent.

Wop felt that there was nothing to teach him, but Lorgar would never think so. Just by staying by his side, Wop could remind him to stick to his original intention.

Lorgar is not Curze, and he cannot predict the future like his brother.

But like his brother, Wop would one day be gone from him.

Lorgar could threaten him to stay by saying 'If you leave, I won't be able to stick to my original intention', but he is the Primarch and he can't be so naive.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it prove that Wop’s education was a failure?

Even his brother didn't yell at Wop when he left. What would Wop think of him if he didn't perform as well as his brother?

But if he is not childish enough, how can he get Wop to stay?

"Lorca!" Medea suddenly called him.

……

"Don't believe in gods, we have our own savior."

Nairo prefers being a teacher to being a liberator.

So he went back to his old job, explaining to children in the classroom why humans didn't have to believe in gods.

Before Nero was enslaved, he had spent half his life as a teacher, teaching children the doctrines of the Covenant in his classroom, but now he was denying his faith in the gods.

Lorgar had high hopes for him, as most of the adults in Colchis were terminally ill and it was difficult to completely get rid of the poison of faith.

But children are very malleable. Just like Lorgar's brothers used children to form the Night Haunter, Lorgar will use these children to form his Ring of Ashes.

Nairo likes this job very much, and Lorca's trust in him also makes him feel proud.

He picked up the thermos on the podium and took a sip of water, then picked up the textbook again and prepared to continue teaching the students.

But when his fingertips touched the gilded cover of the textbook, he was suddenly stunned.

Where did this book come from?

"boom!"

Naro's mind was filled with the buzzing sound of the impact, and the old body slammed heavily to the ground.

Several gray-robed teenagers pinned him down, and his skinny spine made crisp sounds under the heavy weight.

The sharp pain in his chest made Naro realize that his ribs must be broken.

The light of the burning promethium flame was reflected in Naro's pupils. The entire podium and the gilded book were burning fiercely in front of his eyes, and the dancing flames devoured the gold-plated words.

His eyes were filled with fear, but the believers felt sad about the burning of the books.

……

Esperia and Akshida were still the commander-in-chief and deputy commander-in-chief of the army, but they no longer led the rebels, but the Colchis auxiliary army.

Lorgar personally changed the name of the rebels, saying that it was to allow them to adapt to the rhythm of the Great Crusade in advance.

Medea provided them with a military teaching plan called "Militia Training Manual (published in 532.M24)", and the Colchis auxiliary army was reorganized and trained according to this teaching plan.

At this moment, Akshida and Espeia were each leading a legion in a confrontation exercise in the desert outside the city.

“Whoever invented this book is a genius.”

Esperia sincerely admired the author of this lesson plan, but it was a pity that there was no signature on it. Medea only told them that this was a military lesson plan used by ancient ancestors to train militia.

As for the teaching plans of the regular army, they had no use for them because they simply did not have a military force comparable to the ancient Colchis army.

The history of human tactical development is inseparable from the level of development of weapons and equipment.

The prerequisite for line-up executions is guns, the prerequisite for trench warfare is heavy artillery, machine guns and barbed wire, and the prerequisite for blitzkrieg is tanks.

If the level of development of weapons and equipment is too high, it can be backward compatible with outdated tactics.

But the reverse is not true. The level of development of weapons and equipment is too low to be upward compatible.

If someone had told Napoleon, who was sweeping across Europe in the early 19th century, to give up line-up executions and engage in trench warfare, Napoleon would have thought he was an idiot.

Even if the current Colchis auxiliary army uses the "Militia Training Manual", it will take a long time to adapt, and they cannot use more advanced tactics at all.

But even so, Esperia still couldn't put the book down and didn't forget to read it even during rehearsals.

Kurta placed a blue flag on the sand table to represent the enemy troops that had moved to their right flank.

In the overall situation, the enemy has formed an arc-shaped encirclement around them.

"I'm making the following deployment adjustments," Esperia said. "The Third and Fifth Legions will maneuver eastward to reinforce the right flank. The First, Second, and Fourth Legions will focus on breaking through the Blue Army's central defenses, with the Sixth Legion serving as the general reserve. Since Akshida wants to encircle us, they won't have time to build a second line of defense. As long as we can break through a gap, we can counter-encircle the Blue Army!"

Akshida and Esperia knew each other's personalities very well. Akshida's tactics had always been radical, and all his deployments were aimed at defeating the enemy as quickly as possible.

Esperia prefers to plan before taking action, which makes it easy for the army under her command to fall into a passive position in the early stages of the war, but she can always rely on her better on-the-spot command ability to fight back to the limit.

Espeia didn't look at the sand table again. The war would not change in the short term. It would be better to learn more from the lesson plan with this time.

As soon as Esperia's fingertips touched the gilded cover of the ancient book, her pupils reflected the strange distortion of the text, and those symbols seemed to be reorganized and arranged in front of her eyes like living things. "On the Joint Combat Guide of Iron Men and Stone Men (Published in 999.M23)".

Some power beyond cognition was connecting with her through the pages of the book, and an irresistible desire rushed from her spinal cord to her brain.

As long as she opens it, the tactics of all races in the galaxy will be at her disposal, her art of command will break through the limits of mortals, she will lead the Colchis auxiliary army to conquer countless worlds among the stars and seize supreme glory, she will become the chief war priest under Lorgar and build a magnificent and perfect city for him!

Yes, Lorca is a god!

Gods should have their own holy places, and believers should kneel before the holy images of God and pray devoutly!

For Lorgar, she must open the book, no matter what the sacrifice.

"Yes, for Lorgar."

Espeia muttered to herself, but suddenly she felt a tearing pain in her abdomen. Kurta's military boots had kicked her hard in the ribs.

The book flew out of his hand, and another young man from the Ring of Ashes smashed an opened bottle of promethium thermal agent on it, and the raging flames instantly engulfed it.