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

Even if such a deformed baby was born, the high-ranking knights would not admit that their genes were pure, and they would most likely be euthanized as soon as they were born.

Unfortunately, the warp storm also blocked the connection between human civilizations, causing Nuceria to gradually perish in the constant inbreeding.

That's why Claudia was so excited when she met Wop. With 99% genetic purity combined with 70% genetic purity, their offspring could not only purify the human genes of Nuceria, but also alleviate the disadvantages of inbreeding.

"Wait, so you want me to be your seed…?" Wop's voice caught in his throat.

"Yes, they want you to be a breeding tool for high-ranking knights." Claudia's lips curled up slightly, a hint of possessiveness flashing in her eyes. "But I want you to belong only to the Octavia family. If I alone cannot satisfy you, you can still have my sisters, but only I can bear your firstborn son."

"If you agree to me, I can make you a high-ranking knight of the Octavia family. Even if you want to free those lowly slaves, I will help you. You can ask the child next to you. I am not lying."

Wop glanced sideways at Angron, and the boy gave him a barely perceptible nod.

"Grass."

Wop stared at Claudia for two seconds, and suddenly felt that the world was so absurd that he was tired of even scolding people.

Claudia tilted her head, blinked her eyelashes, and smiled sweetly like a bird waiting to be fed. "What do you think? Just nod, and I'll be yours."

"Not very good." Wop's Adam's apple rolled and he finally looked away.

Claudia's smile remained unchanged, but a cold light flashed in her eyes: "Why?"

"I admit I'm tempted, but I can't." Wop shook his head. "If I had met you a few years earlier, I would definitely have agreed to it, seriously."

Who is Claudia?

A high-ranking knight of Desia and head of the Octavia family, her power is unrivaled even in all of Nuceria.

If Wop had just traveled through time and was in Nuceria, and Claudia had asked Wop to marry her, he would have no reason to refuse!

Although Claudia's favor was not without reason, if Wop had not displayed his amazing psychic talent, he would have only become an excellent stallion that high-ranking knight families competed to keep.

But then again, being a stud is definitely better than being a cow or a horse!

Moreover, the theory of sacred bloodline upheld by the high-ranking knights was perfectly verified in Claudia. She completely met Wop's aesthetic standards and was so perfect that she was not like an ordinary person. Even Dorothy was far inferior to her.

If all high-ranking knights looked like her, it might be an honor to be their stud.

It’s a pity that the world Wop traveled to was Terra instead of Nuceria, and the person he met was the Emperor instead of Claudia.

"Why?" Claudia asked.

"I still have a mission to complete."

"Who gave you this mission? What mission?"

"Emperor, save all mankind."

"I can help you!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary," Wop said. "The Imperial fleet will arrive in Nuceria soon. Since you are sincere, I can give you a piece of advice. As long as you give up your narrow-minded genetic racism, the Empire will be happy to accept you. There will be plenty of genetically pure people in the entire galaxy for you to choose from."

Claudia raised her chin slightly, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. "Empire? How big is the empire you're talking about?"

Wop: "Far more powerful than Nuceria. While the technology at the disposal of the high-ranking knights is very advanced, it's a fool's dream to think they can challenge the Empire."

Although the current empire is not yet complete and is not as terrifying as the human empire that will control two million worlds in the future, it can still crush Nukeria.

Claudia's smile froze on her face, but after realizing her mistake, she slowly smiled even brighter. "You better not be bluffing."

Wop: "I don't have to lie to you."

"You're right." Claudia took off her mask and gently stroked her cheek with her fingertips. "I believe you didn't lie to me. I just don't understand why you rejected me. Am I not beautiful enough? But there is no one in this world more beautiful than me."

"You are beautiful."

"Then why did you reject me?"

"Why do you still insist? I told you I have a mission."

Wop completely couldn't understand Claudia's almost paranoid enthusiasm for genetic sequencing, and his rejection also invisibly stimulated Claudia's rebellious psychology, which is also human nature, but why is it so strong?

"You did it?" Wop lowered his head, and Angron also lowered his head guiltily.

Wop asked seriously, "What did you do?"

Angron whispered, "I'm sorry, I was afraid she would hurt you."

"So you magnified some of her emotions?"

Wop was helpless. Angron's ability was a double-edged sword, and if he wasn't careful, it could lead to this situation. The more he resisted, the more Claudia's possessiveness grew. The more she couldn't have it, the more she wanted it.

Claudia's gaze slashed across Angron's face like a scalpel, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of her lips. "Is he your mission?"

"Yes." Wop nodded in agreement. Treating others sincerely was his life principle, and he wanted to set an example for the Primarch.

He was not surprised that Claudia could guess it. She was able to lead a high-ranking knight family at this age, not by being a nymphomaniac.

Claudia: "The empire you mentioned is also for him?"

"Yes."

Claudia's lips curled up in a captivating arc, like a rose steeped in poison. "So you came to Nuceria to protect him? You told the slaves you'd stay in Desia for a few months, to help him grow and lead a slave uprising to overthrow us."

"You seem to believe he could lead that band of slaves to overthrow us even without your help. I have no doubt of your judgment, and therefore I believe he is extremely dangerous."

"But even if he can overthrow us, it will take years to conquer the world. This means that the empire you speak of will not come to Nuceria for several years, leaving you isolated and helpless during this period."

Wop shielded Angron behind him. "You want to nip this danger in the bud?"

"No." Claudia's face lit up with a bright smile. "How could I hurt you? Think about it, if the empire you mentioned crossed the stars to Nuceria to retrieve you, but only found two cold corpses, what would they do to Nuceria? They would surely destroy our world in a rage, and I would do the same."

"Besides, I don't think Nuceria has the power to threaten you. The Emperor you speak of could send you alone to protect him. Your power must be beyond our imagination. Your previous performance has also proved that we cannot limit your psychic power. If I insist on killing you, perhaps you will destroy us before he can grow."

"So," Claudia said, her lips curled up slightly as she raised her delicate hand. "I've changed my mind. It's not about you joining us, but about me becoming one of you."

Chapter 87 Succubus (5K)

Claudia's lips curled up in a playful arc. "Do you need me to kneel down and beg you? I don't really like this, but if it's what you ask, I can compromise."

"No need." Wop extended his hand and shook hers. "You won't regret joining the Empire. In the future, you will be glad for your choice today."

Their handshake was brief and restrained, a mere touch of courtesy.

Claudia: "Your tone is so confident it borders on arrogance."

"Really?" Wop frowned. Arrogance is not a good habit and must be changed as soon as possible.

"Not emotionally." Claudia shook her head.

That was not discrimination against slaves by high-ranking knights, nor was it deliberate contempt, but a kind of natural arrogance that came out naturally. His tone was as calm as a human leaning over to declare to an ant: From now on, you will have an inexhaustible supply of sugar.

His arrogance was so pure that even contempt seemed unnecessary.

Claudia had never witnessed the Empire's vast fleets, nor had she seen their superhuman warriors tear through enemy defenses on the battlefield.

But Wop's almost compassionate arrogance at this moment explained everything - it was the natural condescending attitude of a higher civilization towards lower species, just like humans would not prove their strength to ants, because the concepts of battleships and railguns did not exist in the ants' cognition, and humans only needed a pot of boiling water to destroy the ants' carefully constructed kingdom.

Claudia: "You said we could select people with pure genes from all over the galaxy. Can I take that as your promise?"

"Okay." Wop nodded, with a kind of casual tolerance in his voice. He still had this power.

Claudia: "What if I want you?"

Wop's breathing hitched for a moment, barely perceptible. "It's never going to end, is it?"

"What on earth do you like about me?"

"You seem completely unaware of your own preciousness?" Claudia's lips curled slightly, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Pure genes, powerful psychic powers, and your pivotal position within the empire—aren't these all worthy of my covetousness?"

Wop: "There are many people like me!"

"for example?"

"Like Neos, and Malcador..."

Wop suddenly stopped and thought about it carefully. It seemed that there were indeed not many.

Claudia tilted her head, sizing him up with a smile. "Look, you're unknowingly showing off your arrogance again. In this vast empire, there's only one person who can surpass you."

Wop frowned: "Aren't these two people?"

Claudia leaned close to Wop's ear and whispered, "My dear, the way you spoke of Neos... was so special. I'm sure he was the Emperor. As for Malcador, he could only stand at your height, or perhaps shorter."

"Don't call me dear." Wop took a half step back cautiously. "Besides, I never thought of it that way!"

Claudia smiled brightly, "It seems you don't deny that Neos is the Emperor."

Angron remained silent. His father was in the hands of this terrible woman!

Wop: "What do you want?"

Claudia's eyes sparkled with a dangerous yet alluring ripple. "Your genes are the only treasure I desire."

"You want my genes but not me?"

Claudia was surprised. "So I can have you? Is it too late for me to change my mind now?"

"No."

"What about your genes?"

"Neither."

"This won't work, and that won't work either." Claudia frowned in displeasure. "I willingly betrayed my compatriots to join the Empire. Don't you think the Empire won't even offer the most basic courtesy?"

"Once the Empire clears the obstacles, all of Nukeria will belong to you."

"I don't want Nukeriya, I just want your genes."

"Would you mind listening to what you're saying?"

Wop was really furious. If he had known that boys would be in danger when going out, he would have asked the emperor for a team of imperial guards!

Look at my three-meter-tall golden brother and tell me again what you want?

Claudia smiled faintly. "Let's stop chatting here, dear Lord Wop. How can I serve you?"

"How far can you go?"

Claudia: "Controlling the city-state is no easy task. The Tark family is deeply entrenched in Desia, forcing the Octavian family to play second fiddle. If they rashly start a war with other high-ranking knights, even if the Octavian family devotes all its resources, they will be crushed."

"I don't need you to start an uprising. That's not your job." Wop pushed Angron. "He is the core of the uprising. He must conquer the world alone."

Angron was not the only Primarch to fail in conquering his homeworld, but his plight remains a cause for regret.

Although Claudia's attitude is very questionable, it will not interfere with Wop's plan.

A trace of worry flashed in Claudia's eyes. "Now all the high-ranking knights in the city have their sights fixed on you. They will not let this happen."

Wop: "Do you have any ideas?"

"How about we put on a good show?" Claudia suddenly leaned in, her fragrant breath brushing against Wop's ear. "I'll announce to the whole city that you've married into Octavia's family and become my husband."

"As for him, even though the high-ranking knights already know of your plan, they'll only treat him as a joke after dinner. If you want him to lead a slave rebellion, why not have him disguised as a commoner and sneak into the arena? That's the best place to meet gladiators."

Wop took another half step back, "So you were waiting for me here?"

Claudia's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes sparkling with tears. "I treat you with such sincerity...and yet you still doubt me?"

Claudia suddenly turned away, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. "Never mind, it was all just wishful thinking on my part." She clutched the corner of her clothes, her voice choking with sobs. "If you insist on not believing me, then... then just pretend I never said anything."

Wop admitted that Claudia was very skilled, but unfortunately he didn't buy it. Tea art was useless to him, and sincerity was the most effective weapon.

But he really had no better solution. The high-ranking knights were obviously drooling over him. If Claudia couldn't "possess" him, then other noble ladies would have to take advantage of his youth and ignorance.

But it’s not up to him to decide whether it works or not.

This is not his home planet, nor is it his intention to conquer the world.

Claudia followed Wop's gaze to Angron. She gracefully lifted her skirt and squatted down, looking the boy at eye level. "Since you can see into people's hearts, you should know better than him that I'm not lying."

Angron nodded. Even he found it unbelievable, but it was true.

Claudia asked expectantly, "So what do you think of my plan?"

Angron was silent for a moment. "Although you harbor... selfish motives, your plan is indeed feasible. I am willing to go to the arena."

Angron was reminding Wop, and Wop knew what her selfish motives were.

Claudia suddenly leaned over, her fingertips gently brushing the ends of Angron's hair, but she looked up and asked Wop, "Does this child have a mother?"

Wop: "I suggest you just pretend he doesn't have one."

Although losing one's mother is usually an insult, if the target is the Primarch, Wop would call it a blessing.