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

They would rebel just as well, but because they had land and families, the cost of rebellion was higher than that of slaves, so they would weigh the pros and cons.

They help whoever wins, it has always been like this.

"Are you afraid?" Angron asked.

Mira's thin shoulders shrank suddenly, and she curled up as if she was hurt by the sudden sound. Her slender neck bent into a fragile arc, her chin almost touching her collarbone, and her scattered hair hung down, covering her entire face.

The pair of small hands that were clutching the hem of her clothes suddenly tightened, the fabric making a slight whine between her fingers, and her whole body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.

Of course she was afraid! How could she not be?

She was afraid of death, afraid that her parents would die, and also afraid that Wop and Angron would die.

It’s not that there were no resistance in the past, but they were all dead!

She doesn't want anyone to die, so as long as no one resists, then no one will have to die, right?

“Don’t be afraid.” Angron took the girl’s hand and soothed her with his innate strength. “For we will prevail.”

The girl's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the warmth flowed into her blood through the clasped fingertips, and a strange warmth spread from her chest.

She was no longer hesitant or afraid, but full of confidence.

It is not a blind hope, but a firm belief like seeing the rising sun.

That confidence was not without reason. Mira raised her little face and looked at Wop through the fine hair.

Mira felt that the heart in her chest was beating at a steady rhythm never seen before, no longer beating wildly like a frightened bird.

It seems that as long as he is there, there is nothing to be afraid of even if the whole world is against us!

will win.

As long as he's here.

will win.

Because they are his children.

But why them?

This thought passed through Mira's mind like a spider's thread in the morning mist, and the air around her suddenly turned cold.

Spider-web-like frost patterns suddenly spread across the floor, and the crystal ice layer devoured every inch of the wooden board at a speed visible to the naked eye, making slight crackling sounds.

The scorching sunlight outside the window refracted through the ice crystals and turned into countless cold prisms of light, like a golden ghost dismembered by the low temperature.

The white mist Mira exhaled condensed into ice powder in the air and fell down. She was horrified to find that tiny icicles had formed on her eyelashes.

Wop gently held the girl's cold little hand. "Don't be afraid of your power. Control it."

The changes in the house were not caused by Wop, nor by Angron, but were Mira's innate talent.

She is a psyker.

As on other Imperial worlds, psykers are considered sorcerers on Nuceria.

Mira's heart was filled with fear because she knew what being a witch meant. She would either be burned at the stake or taken to the arena.

And her parents would be demoted to slaves for giving birth to a witch and used for the amusement of the nobles.

Even the nobles would make her fight with her parents, as they loved to watch this kind of thing.

He would turn them against each other, forcing her to twist her parents' bodies with her uncontrolled psionic powers.

She would go through countless battles, and perhaps one day a noble with special fetishes would take her as his concubine, or she would be killed by gladiators in the continuous fighting.

But why does she know this?

Mira looked up at Wop. She was obviously very scared, but her mind was very calm.

She knew nothing about gladiators, but she could clearly picture her tragic future in her mind.

None of this belonged to her except fear.

"Are you also psykers?" The fragmented trembling voice Mira had expected didn't appear. Instead, the words that flowed from her lips were as steady and cold as the surface of a frozen lake. Every syllable was so clear that it startled her. She heard herself say, "Will I be burned to death by the nobles?"

"No." The voice rippled through her mind. "You will burn the nobles, because we will overthrow them."

Mira didn't see Wop's lips move, but she heard the sound.

Mira looked down and realized that she hadn't either, and they were both silent.

"So impressive." Mira looked at Angron with genuine admiration in her eyes.

Angron lowered his head shyly, bewildered by Mira's undisguised emotions.

Because he is obviously not powerful at all. If it weren't for Wop, he would have died.

"You will not die, but you will be caught by the slave squad. You will be made into a gladiator, struck with the butcher's nails, and in a rage, you will kill your father."

Angron's heart trembled violently. He didn't want that kind of future!

"That's not going to happen, is it? Didn't you already save me?"

"I cannot save you. Only you can save yourself and your people. If you fail to overthrow the ruler of Nukeria, tragedy will continue to strike."

They share their emotions with each other without reservation, and everyone can clearly perceive the emotions of others and read every subtle change in their thoughts.

Wop didn't like having his mind read, not even by the Emperor or Malcador, but this was a strange feeling.

Angron's ability is not offensive, because while they are being read, they are also reading each other's minds. They are sharing each other's emotions and memories, rather than just one-sided spying, and they can choose whether to hide certain memories and emotions.

Wop was completely frank. What could he hide from two little kids?

Angron and Mira comforted each other, and Wop taught them in this intertwined emotion, which was much more efficient than teaching.

He showed them Curze's life, not every detail, but it also showed the growth of a Primarch. From the garbage heap of the Underhive, he led the people to resist tyranny step by step and finally overthrew the rule of the nobles.

They also saw Russ, his journey around the world to unite his people, and his wolf brothers.

They also saw Luo Jia, minus some of the inappropriate tea leaves for children, and saw him transform from a young boy who obeyed authority into a liberator who led his people.

Lorgar's nature is to obey authority, but under Wop's teaching, he now has the tendency to become an authority himself.

Wop shared the most. In this small house, he took his two children to explore three completely different worlds.

Every world is cruel, so cruel that even Nukeria has to stand aside.

Compared to Fenris and Colchis, the natural environment of Nuceria is simply a paradise.

Compared to the stifling hives of Nostramo, slavery on Nuceria seemed benign.

The only thing to worry about is Nukeria's advanced technology. If Angron were to go it alone, he might end up in trouble.

"I'm going to win, because I'm here!"

"It's so hot." Mira said suddenly.

Angron: "It's normal for you to feel hot, because someone is setting a fire."

Mira suddenly looked out the window. The flames had already ignited the roof, and the twisted and leaping flames were spreading into the house.

"Ah, can't burn down Daddy's house!"

Mira raised her little hand, and the raging flames suddenly seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand. What was even more terrifying was that the wooden walls suddenly made a tooth-grinding groan, and the entire structure of the house twisted and curled up like tinfoil kneaded by a child, twisting out spiral hideous lines under the crushing of supernatural power.

"boom!"

Half of the house was like a cardboard box that had been roughly torn open by the hands of a giant, and the broken beams stood out in the air like exposed ribs.

Amidst the flying wood chips and dust, the frozen crowd outside the house was revealed - the village chief holding a torch stood frozen in place, his terrified face looking pale even in the sun.

"Kill them quickly, kill these wizards!" the village chief screamed in horror.

"I think I'm in trouble." A kitten-like whimper escaped Mira's throat. She clearly just wanted to put out the fire.

Chapter 83 Koz: Win (5K)

Wop and the others had been communicating in the room for too long.

Although the way consciousness blended was much faster than words, people outside still noticed something was wrong.

Because the temperature in the house dropped suddenly, it even froze in the middle of summer.

If there is no injustice, then it can only be a wizard.

It was common knowledge in Nuceria that the temperature would plummet where a wizard appeared.

Because the nobles would specifically educate the people of the city-state, this allowed them to quickly identify wizards and apprehend them. Psykers caused great chaos during the Age of Strife, wreaking havoc on every world.

Therefore, as long as there are traces of ancient heritage in the world, people will basically be very secretive about psychics.

The village chief usually bullies men and women and does all kinds of evil things, but he dare not catch a wizard at all. The village chief of the neighboring village was killed by the wizard when he wanted to catch a wizard and ask the nobles for a reward. His limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The village chief didn't want to gamble his life on whether the wizard would kill people. Otherwise, even if he caught the wizard, he would not be able to live to collect the reward from the nobles.

So he chose to set fire.

These wizards are most afraid of fire, so just burn them to death and everything will be fine!

The village chief gathered people, piled firewood outside the house, and finally lit the fire himself.

Killing a wizard also earns a reward, though not as much as capturing one alive. But even a tiny mosquito is still meat. That's why the village chief lit the fire himself; the credit must go to him!

As the red flames devoured the beams and turned the entire wooden house into a roiling torch, a twisted ecstasy appeared on the village chief's face.

But in the next second, accompanied by the sound of the roof being blown away by an invisible force, the raging sea of ​​fire was extinguished in an instant.

The curve of the village chief's mouth froze on his face, and when he saw the three people in the house clearly, he immediately shouted in fear: "Kill them quickly, kill these wizards!"

He wanted to order his loyal slave to come forward, but his loyal slave had already run away.

Those villagers have even less obligation to work for the village chief. If the village chief dies, then he dies. They just hope that the wizard will not vent his anger on others.

Mira's parents collapsed to the ground, looking at their daughter with a dazed look on their faces.

They originally thought that the wizard was the two outsiders they rescued. Not long ago, they were begging the village chief to let them rescue their daughter first. But they found out that their daughter was the wizard.

What to do now?

"I seem to be in trouble." Mira raised her little face pitifully.

Wop comforted her, "It's okay, the house is gone, your parents can live in the village chief's house in the future."

"Yes!" These two syllables jumped out of the throat, with the unique joy of a child who bursts into laughter through tears.

“Don’t let the village chief escape,” Angron reminded her.

Mira stretched out her slender index finger and gently hooked it at the village chief's panicked back like she was fiddling with a toy.

"Snapped!"

The air suddenly made a sound like cloth tearing, and the fat and bloated body was suddenly bent in half at a strange right angle. The crisp sound of the spine breaking mixed with the clear sound of ice crystals falling to the ground. He opened his mouth wide and didn't even have time to scream before he was twisted into a bloody mess in the posture of running away.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Mira closed her eyes in fear and dared not look at the bloody scene. She obviously just wanted to stop the village chief from escaping!

Although Wop shared with her the story of the Primarch conquering the world, killing people with her own hands was still too exciting for a little girl.

Her psychic talent is also terrifyingly strong. If she were a cute blue child, her future achievements would not be lower than that of the think tank director. Unfortunately, she is a girl, and her future achievements will be limited to psychics.

It is this powerful force that is unconsciously possessed, combined with the innocence of this little girl, that makes it even more terrifying.

"Mira..." Her mother's voice trembled. Her husband grabbed her arm and tried to stop her, but he couldn't stop his mother's love.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry."

Mira didn't know how to explain, and she shed big, hot tears in a hurry. She really didn't want to kill anyone.

"Calm down, we are not bad people."

Angron's power enveloped the entire village, and his voice reached every mind with pinpoint accuracy.

The villagers' hands gripping sickles and hammers dropped, their mouths slowly closing in fear. Even the guard dogs stopped roaring and crouched on the ground. The sparrows under the eaves tucked their heads back under their wings, and the entire village suddenly fell into a deep, ocean-like silence.

People forgot their fear, just like they forgot the shadows in last night's dreams.

Even though they had just killed the village chief, even though they were wizards and displayed inhuman powers, they believed that Angron was not a bad person.

They understood Mira. It was normal for a child to accidentally crush the village chief to death because he couldn't control his strength, just like accidentally crushing an ant to death.

This does not mean that Mira is cruel, it only means that the village chief is as fragile as an ant.

How could he die without permission? How much damage must this have caused to Mira's young heart!