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

"What about me?" asked Medea.

Lorca's violet pupils drooped slightly as he stared at the Iron Girl.

"You come with me."

Medea: "If you were worried about me, you should have let me stay in Colchis."

"My instinct tells me that if I let you out of my sight, the consequences will be disastrous."

"You should trust me more."

"I trust you enough, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here arguing with me."

"Should I thank you?"

"Don't thank me, Shewope."

"Of course I'm grateful to him, he's like a father to me."

Lorgar stopped abruptly, and the lighting system in the ship's corridor distorted his silhouette into an oppressive shadow, completely enveloping Medea.

"Don't ever say that word in front of me!"

……

"My Lord, your brother requests a meeting with you."

Curze lowered his eyes and said, "You don't have to address me as Lord, Mother."

"At least when meeting outsiders, you will always be the only master of Nostramo." Dorothy shook her head. She also had her insistence.

Curze: "Then come with me to meet my brother, mother, and find out why he has come."

Dorothy followed him. "The note is sent in the name of the Lord of the Golden Words. What does that mean?"

Despite having been Governor for many years, Dorothy was nervous.

Because she was about to meet a strange Primarch, who was completely different from the Curze she had watched grow up.

The Emperor is the Lord of the Imperium of Mankind, and the Primarchs are all Regents of the Imperium. They hold supreme status, second only to the Lord of Mankind.

Coates: "My brother wants a formal meeting, not a family gathering. If he sends a private note, I will not meet him."

Dorothy kept her doubt to herself and did not ask it aloud.

Lorgar's spaceship cut through the clouds of Nostramo like a golden leaf, and the ion tail flame left a blue light trail in the atmosphere.

Nostramo's eternal night remains as stubborn as solidified asphalt, but the Adeptus Mechanicus is doing his best to transform the world.

The mechanical priests installed ion purifiers on every spire of the hive city. These ancient machines, which had been silent for a long time, roared day and night, electrolyzing the poisonous miasma that had accumulated for thousands of years into harmless nitrogen mist.

Although the factories in the hive city continue to spew out industrial waste gas, when the children in the lower nest of the hive city look up to breathe, they no longer feel the burning pain in their chests, but a cool and almost luxurious freshness.

The spaceship landed on the tarmac, Lorgar walked out of the spaceship, and his descendants lined up behind him.

Koz stood a hundred meters away, observing his brother quietly.

None of them wore power armor, out of respect and trust for each other.

Lorgar strode towards his brother, a smile spreading across his face that eclipsed the brightest lights on the spire.

"Nice to meet you, Lord of Midnight."

"Nice to meet you." Curze forced his eyes away from his brother's body and fell on his handsome face. "Lorgar, my brother."

The subtle change in Coze's expression did not escape Lorgar's eyes. Lorgar asked softly, "Wop told me that you can see everyone's future. What do you see in me?"

"Not everyone," Curze said, gazing at Lorgar, but seeing a scene that hadn't yet happened. "As your brother, I give you a piece of advice: don't dwell on a future that hasn't happened yet."

Lorgar stepped forward. "Thank you for your advice, brother, but what if I insist?"

Curze: "I saw you die."

"Did I die miserably?"

"You're broken." Coz said simply.

"How broken is it?" Luo Jia asked like a curious baby.

Coze didn't describe the scene he saw, but used an adjective, "Very delicate. Your descendants took great pains to assemble you."

The Golden Words Messengers knew that Curze was not mocking or cursing their father. He only spoke of the future he saw at Lorgar's request. However, they still found it difficult to control their emotions and silently tightened their weapons.

Luo Jia's tongue tip pressed against the roof of his mouth, making a crisp clicking sound. This deliberately vulgar action diluted the solemn atmosphere. "That's really tragic. I hope my future won't be so miserable."

Lorgar half-knelt down, bringing his eyes level with that elegant and beautiful lady. "You must be Ms. Dorothy. My father often mentioned you to me. You can call me by my name."

"Lorca." Dorothy couldn't refuse his kindness and called out his name.

Lorgar took the lady's right hand and kissed the back of it gently. "Ms. Dorothy, may I call you mother?"

Dorothy stood there in a daze. This request was completely beyond her expectations.

"Don't you have your own mother?" Curze stood between the Primarch and his mother with a cold face.

Lorgar straightened up, sadness ripples in his purple eyes: "Yes, Curze, I have been without a mother since I was a child. Ms. Dorothy, can you fulfill my small request?"

Dorothy relented, but Coz wanted to yell at him.

Curz pointed at Medea and asked coldly, "Then who is she?"

Medea: "I am Medea. I would like to ask if you can see my future?"

Curze: "Your death was more miserable than that of my brother."

Medea was surprised. "Can you even see my future?"

Dorothy asked, "Why do you think Curze can't see your future?"

Compared to the tall Primarchs and their offspring, this young girl, who was about her own age, clearly made Dorothy more relaxed.

Medea smiled and explained: "Because I am not a human, but a man of iron."

Dorothy looked at her in surprise, for Medea looked just like any other normal person.

Medea asked, "Did I die for mankind?"

Koz nodded.

Medea looked up at Lorgar and asked, "Will this make you trust me a little more?"

Lorgar: "The future he sees may not happen."

"I agree," Coates said. "I never think the future I see will necessarily happen. What matters is how we choose to do it."

Luo Jia smiled and said, "It seems we have reached an agreement."

The two Primarchs walked side by side towards the palace, their shadows gradually blending in the eternal night.

The Midnight Lord and the Golden Words Messenger followed in formation, like two unsheathed swords, tentatively testing each other in the darkness before sheathing their edges.

"My brother, the Mechanicus's sage complained to me about you in Colchis, and it seems he holds a great grudge against you."

Koz didn't even turn around. "What did they say about me?"

"They find it difficult to understand your persistence. Compared to purifying the atmosphere, transforming the planet's population into servitors is more cost-effective. Servitors have significantly better lifespans, work efficiency, and environmental tolerance than mortals. Your reckless investment is a complete waste of resources."

"What about you, Lorgar?" asked Curze.

"The Mechanicus is too cold," Lorgar shook his head. "They have lost their humanity and regard efficiency as the only criterion. I think you are right, brother. The Mechanicus regards humanity as weakness, but humanity is the most precious quality of mankind."

Coates: “It seems we do have an agreement.”

Luo Jia raised the corner of his mouth gently: "Because we have the same father."

Dorothy subconsciously looked up at Coates, but saw no expression on his face.

Curze: "What did you do in Colchis?"

"I didn't transform the world like you did. Colchis's orbital and rotational periods are too long. I don't trust the Mechanicus's technological level. Forced transformation might cause irreversible damage to my home planet."

"Also, my home planet has a world in the center of the Earth. The environment there is no different from Terra. My people all live there."

Dorothy asked in surprise, "Isn't the inner world of the Earth as dark as our planet?"

Medea: "It's okay, I created an artificial star."

"You?" Dorothy was even more surprised.

Medea reminds her, "I am a man of iron."

"If you give me permission, I can also transform your world."

Coz: "What can you do?"

Medea: "I can help you improve the efficiency of purifying the atmosphere. The Adeptus Mechanicus has no idea what the devices they dug out from the ground of Mars mean. They actually just use them as air purifiers!"

Medea poured out her frustrations, "Actually, you don't need those devices at all. I can help you restart the hive's automatic circulation system. Even if these systems have been abandoned for thousands of years, they only need simple repairs to be operational again."

"And your satellite, Tenebo. The Adeptus Mechanicus actually tried to install a giant engine on its surface to move it away. I could tell at a glance that it was an artificial satellite. There must be some ancient device driving it underground. All we need to do is restart the device to restore it to its correct orbit."

"And your crust. Humans during the Dark Age of Technology should have designed some kind of hollow structure to support this world, even if they hollowed out the planet. But the previous rulers were too foolish. They dug through the supporting structure, which is why the crust is unstable."

"The Adeptus Mechanicus is completely unaware of this, and the solution they propose is to transport soil from other planets for backfill."

"I'm really going crazy! Can you even fathom this? It's like someone holding the most advanced quantum computer in the universe, surrounded by gigabytes of data modules, and then they're using the RAM sticks as fuel for a bonfire. They're fanning the choking smoke while complaining that this pile of obsidian won't last as long as charcoal!"

Dorothy gently stroked her shoulders, which were trembling with excitement, and her fingertips conveyed silent comfort.

She could really understand Medea's feelings. Although most of the children in the Night Haunter were good children, sometimes she would encounter those who could not be taught no matter how hard she tried. She understood that those children were born with intellectual disabilities, and she never blamed them, but that feeling could really make people despair.

Coates: "How sure are you?"

"100%. To determine how long it will take, I need to access the Hive City's management system to obtain authorization and confirm the damage to the automatic circulation system."

Lorgar emphasized his tone: "Koz, are you sure you want to ask an iron man for help?"

Curze asked coldly, "Your people live in the inner world created by the Iron Man, and now you ask me why I seek help from the Iron Man?"

"Don't get me wrong, brother. I'm not warning you," Lorgar said. "I'm just reminding you that the Emperor asked me to keep an eye on her and not give her any authority. Iron Man is not trustworthy!"

Coze only said one sentence, "Wop has seen her, right? Since Wop chose to keep her, it means he trusts her. Why should I not believe it? My dear brother, don't you trust Wop?"

Lorgar glared at his brother, his defense broken by Curze's words.

"Koz, I'm reminding you as your brother. You will regret it!"

"I am the master of Nostramo."

"My Lords, your descendants are watching you."

Dorothy calmed the two Primarchs with a gentle tone.

Coze lowered his head and said to Medea, "I will give you authority, but your work must be supervised. You only need to provide me with solutions, and I will let others be responsible for the specific implementation."

The two Primarchs moved silently through the corridors, like cold iron statues, with only the thump of their respective guards' powered boots echoing through the vaults.

"Sevatar, please greet these guests." Dorothy instructed the giant at the door and closed the door of the reception room to block the Space Marines' sight.

"Please take a seat, Lorgar, and Curze."

Dorothy addressed the two Primarchs by their first names, her tone somewhat harsh.

"I believe Wop doesn't want to see you become like this."

Both Primarchs sat down with expressionless faces. They were like two unsheathed swords, and there was a suffocating sense of oppression in their silence.

"Then let's get down to business." Curze spoke first, "Our two legions need to work together."

Lorgar: "Not just us, all the legions should work together. This is what Worp expects."

Curze's voice echoed in the hollow hall. "I have lingered in Nostramo for too long. Soon my Legion will join the Great Crusade. But the Night Lords cannot wear many hats at once. I wish to form an independent Chapter, a joint venture between our two Legions, with the possibility of other brothers joining us in the future."

Lorgar smiled. "What a coincidence! I had the same idea. It seems we need at least two independent chapters."

Curze looked at his brother in surprise, "What's the name of your chapter?"

"The Ring of Ashes." Lorgar showed Curze the emblem on his robe. "As we journey across the galaxy, this chapter will be dedicated to destroying all religious beliefs in our homeland."

"Imperial Truth?"

"You and I both know that the Imperial Truth is a lie, but humanity needs lies until we have a better theory to replace it."

A smile appeared on Coze's pale face. "It seems that Wop has taught you well, brother."

Lorgar: "Where is your warband?"

"Brotherhood," Curze said, "This chapter will be dedicated to upholding justice and eradicating the darkness of human society. At the same time, this is also what Worp expects of us. The twenty Primarchs will always be brothers."