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

He had poured thirty years of his heart and soul into Horus, yet he refused to give Angron even a second of humanity.

In order to cater to Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection, he bestowed the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle as an honor to the Third Legion, an honor that even Horus did not have, but he refused to even give a verbal reward to Perturabo who had been working hard.

Wop suddenly asked, "Am I spoiling them too much?"

Neos's experience in official history gave him a huge warning.

Those Primarchs who had bad relations with Neos, Mortarion, Perturabo, Curze, Angron, and Lorgar all betrayed him.

Those Primarchs close to Neos, Horus, Fulgrim, Alpharius, and Magnus also betrayed him.

On the contrary, those who had a lukewarm relationship with Neos all remained loyal.

The only one who truly gained his favor was Vulkan, and the relationship between the other loyal Primarchs and Neos was more like a superior-subordinate relationship between a boss and an employee.

Now Curze and Lorgar have a close relationship with him. If he continues to educate the Primarch in this way, will there be problems in the future?

Neos frowned, "Why are you so twisted?"

"You said I'm twisted? I haven't even said anything about you. Didn't your son inherit his twisted personality from you?"

"Oh, the pot calling the kettle black, you and I are birds of a feather."

"This is called like-mindedness. If you don't know how to use idioms, you don't have to."

"You mean because of some twisted sympathy?"

Wop deflated. "That's fair. We all need to change that. But I'm already changing, so you have to too."

"Okay." Neos nodded.

He turned to Lorgar, his divine golden eyes fixed on the Primarch.

"We need to talk."

"Medea, keep Wop company for me."

Lorgar gave some instructions and left the circular hall at the top of the tower with Neos.

They walked through the plain silver-gray metal corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty space.

"Thank you." Luo Jia spoke first.

Neos stopped and stared at his offspring, the two of them as strikingly similar as a reflection in a mirror.

The same outline, the same posture, even the divine light flowing in the eyes is exactly the same.

Only the subtle difference in pupil color, like the difference between noon and sunset, allows people to distinguish this pair of twins.

But although blood is thicker than water between father and son, at this moment it seems as if there is an invisible chasm between them, and even the air is filled with a suffocating sense of alienation.

Lorgar: "And thank you for not interrupting me while I was preaching to the Legion."

Neos: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing." Lorgar's eyes were sharp. "Even white lies can't last forever. Someone must face the dangers of darkness head-on. At least when the lies are torn apart by darkness, humanity will not sit idly by."

"If all goes well, lies will become truths."

"You also said if."

"Did he tell you anything about your future?"

"If you mean a future where I believe in and betray you, it will never happen."

Neos sighed, "It seems he really told you everything."

Luo Jia: "He is different from you. I believe him."

"What if he wants to kill me one day?"

"You deserve to die."

Neos smiled: "What if I want to kill him one day?"

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became stagnant, as if even the air around them had frozen into ice.

They stood facing each other, and an invisible frost seemed to spread where their eyes met, freezing the originally flowing time in the dead silence of this moment.

"If he believes you can save humanity, he will sacrifice himself voluntarily even if you want to kill him. I won't let his sacrifice go to waste. If you fail to live up to his expectations, I will kill you!"

Neos: "What if I saved humanity?"

"After you complete your mission, I will spend the rest of my life hunting you down!"

"You can't kill me."

"I know I can never kill you. You're not a god, but you're not human either. But I'll still try. Unlike you, I will never let him down!"

Neos sighed softly, "He taught you well. I now believe you have the courage to face the darkness."

Lorgar didn't buy it, "You'd better just be assuming."

"You don't have to worry about that. Even if I die, he will live on. He thinks I'm humanity's savior, but he doesn't realize he holds the key to humanity's future."

An indescribable sadness flashed across Neos' eyes. He finally saw that Wop had created his ideal Lorgar.

Although the price was that he lost his son forever, it was all worth it.

He does not require his sons to be loyal to him, he only requires them to be loyal to humanity.

"Although I lost a father, it's all worth it." Luo Jia said to himself.

……

"What about others?"

Lorgar's voice boomed like thunder, echoing beneath the metal dome of the circular hall. Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, he stared intently at the kneeling Medea.

"Isn't he just..." Medea's voice suddenly dropped, and her fingers unconsciously stroked her thighs. Wop said he was a little tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

But there was no bed, so she let the tired Wop rest his head on her bionic legs.

and then?

In Medea's quantum thinking matrix, data flows surged like a storm, frantically recalling every frame of the picture just now.

Just before Lorgar stepped into the circular hall, Wop was clearly still lying there, his body temperature even still lingering on her thigh.

There was not a single ripple of psychic energy, not a single tremor in the warp, not even the slightest disturbance in the airflow.

He just disappeared out of thin air.

Neos: "His mission is not over yet, and neither are yours, Lorgar."

"Where is he!" Lorgar glared at his father.

“I don’t know,” Neos said. “I asked him who was next, but he didn’t tell me.”

Lorgar was also present at the time and heard the Emperor's question clearly, though at the time he felt it was a bit abrupt. But now, looking back, the Emperor's meaningful tone made it clear that he had foreseen Wop's sudden disappearance.

"Did he disappear like that in Nostramo?"

"Yes, but your brother was watching over him until the moment he disappeared."

Lorgar hung his head dejectedly, his voice bitter: "I am not as good as Coze."

"Your brother can predict the future, and you have your specialties too."

"Where is he?"

"Nostramo, he's obsessed with transforming his world."

"I want to see him."

"I have entrusted the fleet and the legion to you. You do not need to ask for my instructions."

"This is not a request, it's a notification."

……

“It’s so cold!”

Wop shuddered, and his spiritual energy quickly wrapped around his body like a cocoon, protecting him from the biting cold.

He was woken up by the cold.

The previous moment he was resting his head on Medea's bionic thigh, feeling the residual warmth, and in the blink of an eye he was thrown into this desolate ice field.

Everywhere I looked was a vast expanse of snow, the white mist from my breath instantly condensing into ice crystals. In this dead, pure white world, not even a single living thing, let alone humans, was visible.

"But it's not all bad. At least now the goal is clear."

Although the home planets of the Primarchs each have their own characteristics, the ice worlds are only Fenris and Invit.

So this time it's either Ruth or the Stone.

In the official history, Curze and Lorgar were both rebels, so it would be good to have a loyal Primarch to balance things out. Otherwise, Wop would really wonder if he had traveled through the apocryphal timeline of Robert's Rebellion.

The scenery of the ice and snow world is extremely beautiful, but behind this beauty lies a hidden danger. The extremely cold temperature is enough to kill most life.

When the initial novelty wore off, the boundless snowfield revealed its drab nature. Everywhere you looked was pale white, and even the passage of time seemed frozen in this silent wasteland.

The biting snow was knee-deep, and Wop had to concentrate his spiritual energy on the soles of his feet to trudge through the snowfield with difficulty.

Although he didn't know who the Primarch would be taught this time, Wop was already looking forward to it.

Russ had a good father, and Dorne also had a good grandfather, which was better than many Primarchs.

Even without Worp, they could still grow into a qualified Primarch.

If they already have a family, Wop will not feel that he is redundant. Wop is here to join them, not to break up the family.

He would find his place in the Primarch's family, not as a father, but as a mentor.

But first he had to find the Primarch.

Although Wop had no idea what was going on, based on his previous experience, fate would always lead him to meet the Primarch.

In the biting cold wind, a giant wolf covered in frost and snow suddenly rose from the snow, its sharp fangs going straight for Wop's throat, and snow foam exploded into ice crystal mist around the wolf's kiss.

"clang!"

Psychic ripples burst out an inch away from Wop's throat. The giant wolf bit down with its white fangs, but it seemed as if it was gnawing on an eternal layer of black ice. The severe pain went straight to its brain along the roots of its teeth, making it whimper in pain.

"It's a wolf."

Although Wop was unsure whether Invit also inhabited such beasts, this giant wolf was most likely a predator unique to Fenrir.

The giant wolf's attack failed, and the pain from its fangs made it tremble all over.

A flicker of fear flashed across the beast's eyes, its ancient hunting instincts sending out frantic warnings. It then nimbly leaped backward under the cover of snow and fog, escaping towards the vast icy plain like a flash of white lightning.

The giant wolf's body suddenly froze, its body trapped in mid-air by invisible spiritual energy, unable to move like an insect in ancient resin.

A light blue psychic halo swirled around it, illuminating every strand of its bristling silver-gray wolf hair. Its eyes, once fierce, now reflected a fear of predators.

"Don't get excited, I won't kill you."

Wop gently lifted the giant wolf with his psychic power and noticed the four pairs of mammary glands distributed regularly beneath its light-colored belly fur.

He put the wolf back into the snow, stroked its fluffy fur with his palm, and asked in a friendly manner, "It's indeed a female wolf. Have you ever picked up a human child?"

This female wolf should be a minor, because she is only two meters tall when she is on all fours, which is quite a difference from the adult Fenris wolf, which is generally the same size as an armored vehicle.

The she-wolf didn't understand what Wop was saying at all, only instinctive fear was boiling in her blood.

The language barrier made Wop quite embarrassed, but the neural chip that Medea used to control the sandworms gave him inspiration, and the psychic light dancing at her fingertips made him suddenly enlightened.

A strand of blue psychic energy emerged from between Wop's eyebrows and snaked into the wolf's skull like a living thing.

"Have you ever picked up a human child?"

A whimpering shudder escaped from the wolf's throat.

"He is, your, child."

Fenris Wolf is a semi-intelligent creature with a very high IQ. However, its language is poor and intermittent, but Wop can understand it.

"It seems you have seen him. Where is he?"

"nest."

"Take me to him."

“I didn’t eat…”

"I know you didn't eat."