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

"It's really embarrassing for us men!"

Everyone in the silver ball was gloating, and no one sympathized with him.

Tark: "So we have an agreement, but what are you going to do with the slaves?"

"They actually want to resist us, kill them all!"

"These slaves are the star players in the arena, and the people love them very much."

"I said they shouldn't be allowed to go to the neighboring city-state for a friendly match, but they were kidnapped halfway!"

"But they won beautifully, didn't they? And they won us that precious mineral vein, too."

"Crassus, those are just a bunch of slaves having wild dreams. Are you afraid of them?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, but they shouldn't challenge the authority of the high-ranking knights!"

"Send them back to the arena, the people will be happy."

The silver balls decided the slaves' fate with one word after another. Claudia spoke only at the end: "My husband has a boy with him. Send him into the arena as well."

"Your husband? Claudia, you're not even married yet!"

"Are you really in love?"

"Please be considerate. His bloodline is so pure. I would be moved if I were in his place."

Tark: "Are you jealous of that boy? That's his child?"

Claudia reclined on the throne, her mechanical wings drooping lazily, her fingertips casually fiddling with a strand of hair. "This is none of your business. Send that boy to the arena, but not as a slave. I want him to beg me."

"That's it." Claudia recounted to Wop the details of her meeting with the other high-ranking knights. She coiled herself around him like a beautiful snake, her arms as delicate as white jade encircling his neck. "Those idiots didn't even suspect anything."

She put her red lips close to his ear, her breath carrying the intoxicating aroma of wine, "Dear, how did I perform?"

"Pah!" Wop slapped away the hand that was caressing his face. "Stop it. Talk properly and don't touch me."

"What a heartless man! He did so much for me, and I don't even get any reward?"

Claudia's eyes were red, she bit her lip and gently tugged at his collar, her slender white fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

The woman's soft fingertips felt a slight itch through the fabric, and Wop took a half step back.

Wop had to admit that Claudia was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes were like honey when they moved, and her red lips were always slightly parted with a subtle temptation. Even the fingertips that were now clasping his chest were a carefully planned teasing. This unscrupulous seduction really pleased him, and gave his male vanity a satisfying satisfaction.

He saw through her beauty, her flattery, and the ambiguous atmosphere she deliberately created, but he only found it boring.

Claudia's beauty is ostentatious and aggressive, like the scorching sun at noon in midsummer, so bright that one can't open their eyes.

Her every glance and every touch was carefully calculated, yet so passionate that it was impossible to ignore.

Logically speaking, such a woman should not leave anyone indifferent, but Wop just couldn't muster the slightest interest in her, even though he was still a virgin.

But the harder she tried, the less interested he became. It was like a cup of overly sweet syrup: the more you drank, the more tasteless it became.

Wop himself couldn't explain the reason, it was purely instinctive indifference.

What's even more ironic is that he never behaved like this even when facing Sylvia.

Wop: "Angron, are you sure you want to go this way?"

The boy nodded firmly. If you want to lead them, you must become one of them.

Just as if the Emperor of Mankind wants to lead humanity forward, he must be the Lord of Mankind.

If Space Marines want to protect humanity, they must first remember that the blood flowing in their veins is also that of mortals, instead of treating mortals as lambs and themselves as superior sheepdogs, which would alienate their efforts.

Wop reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. "Then go for it. Turn the world upside down, even if you poke a hole in the sky. Because if you just shout, even if I'm fighting Salis, I'll kick down the gates of hell to help you."

Every Primarch has his own persistence. Curze has his justice, Lorgar does not believe in God, and Angron's persistence is purer than that of his brothers.

"Really?" Claudia suddenly pressed forward, her arms wrapped around Wop's neck like snakes. When she tilted her head back, her eyelashes almost brushed against his Adam's apple, and her hot breath carried the sweet scent of poison. "Then can you fight me?"

Wop raised his palm, "I'm going to slap you twice!"

"Okay, okay!" Claudia stood on tiptoe excitedly, ecstatically raising her arms to hit Wop. "It's okay to be a little rough!"

Wop: "Didn't you say you didn't like roughhousing?"

"Woo woo," Claudia wiped the corners of her eyes gracefully with her fingertips, even though there wasn't even a tear there. "I'm really touched that you still remember what I like. Let's do this, let's help each other become adults. As long as it's you, it doesn't matter how rough it is."

Wop had a blank expression on his face. This life is unbearable. Angron, you'd better revolt as soon as possible!

……

Hundreds of hunched bodies were crowded in the deep pit. They were all in tattered clothes, with shackles on their hands and feet. Their bodies were marked with marks left by hot irons, and some were still oozing tissue fluid.

They looked around nervously with cloudy eyes, like moths trapped in a spider's web, their suppressed sobs flowing between the clinking of their shackles. Angron looked up and saw the massive stepped pyramids around them, their iron steps covered with honeycomb-like corrosion marks.

It seems to be caused by corrosion from some acidic liquid.

Only the top step of the pyramid is as smooth as new. The width of that step has been precisely calculated to accommodate just one person.

Almost instantly, Angron realized what was happening in this pit.

This was not a duel. Although the melee between hundreds of people was grand in scale, it was difficult to have an exciting battle with hundreds of emaciated bodies.

This is Battle Royale!

Angron's nerve endings suddenly exploded with a sharp pain, his combat instincts sending out frantic warnings.

The game hasn't started yet, but they must act immediately!

“Stand up!” Angron covered everyone with his power. “We all want to live and climb those pyramids!”

The psychic network penetrated the consciousness of all slaves like blood, absorbing all their fear and hesitation, and then injecting a kind of power that was almost oracular - their survival instinct was forged into a firm belief, harder than steel and hotter than fire.

When the first slave's bare foot stepped onto the pyramid steps, everyone began to climb up.

The floating, buzzing sphere screamed, "The game hasn't even started yet, this is cheating!"

The other sphere chuckled, "It's okay, Anthony. Only one person can survive."

"But since they're cheating, the game has to start early!"

"Dear audience, let me hear your cheers!"

A thunderous roar suddenly exploded above the slaves' heads, and the audience in the stands of the circular arena surrounded by high walls were cheering.

These commoners, who were also groveling under the rule of high-ranking knights, were now taking pleasure in the blood of the slaves and seeking perverse comfort in their deaths.

Angron felt no anger, only sorrow.

The sky above the deep pit was filled with strange metal spheres roughly the size of a man's chest. They were the drones of high-ranking knights, which the slaves called Maggot Eyes.

These high-ranking knights didn't even need to show up. They could easily stir up antagonism between the common people and slaves by lying on the throne in the luxurious palace.

Those high-ranking knights didn't even have to be present at the scene. They lazily reclined on the thrones inlaid with star gems in their luxurious palaces, and with just a tap of their fingertips, they could pluck the hatred of the common people and slaves as precisely as the strings of a guitar.

"Games start!"

As the announcer's voice, filled with morbid joy, still vibrated in the air, the Maggot Eye suddenly erupted with a dizzying, piercing scream.

The severe pain caused half of them to stagger and kneel on the metal platform. It was their strong companions who used their scarred hands like iron clamps to pull them back from the edge of falling.

"Keep climbing! Don't stop!" Angron's words of encouragement exploded like thunder, resonating within the deep pit. "We will all survive, I promise!"

There was a high wall blocking the platform at the top of the pyramid, a height that mortal flesh and blood could not climb over, but a crazy plan was gradually taking shape in Angron's mind.

If all goes well, he can save everyone!

"Wow!"

Atop the high wall, a massive circular floodgate began to slowly rotate, emitting a harsh groan of rusted metal. With a whine of hydraulic pressure, the gate suddenly flew open, releasing a cascade of rancid slime. The pungent smell was a cross between rotting offal and chemical waste.

The yellow-green liquid exploded into viscous spray as it hit the ground, sending up a corrosive, choking cloud of smoke. This foul-smelling torrent rushed along the gully, eroding the metal surface wherever it passed.

As the foul-smelling torrent gushing from the drain continued to rise, the sizzling and smoking liquid level had already engulfed the lowest steps of the pyramid.

If someone unfortunately falls into it, he will not die immediately. He will watch his flesh, blood, and bones dissolve into pulp and die slowly with screams of pain, which is exactly what the high-ranking knights and the audience want to hear.

The slaves climbed up under Angron's command, their eyes burning with unyielding fire, their will to survive stronger than steel.

The steps get smaller as you go up the pyramid. Only one person can stand on the top step, and only one person can survive.

But Angron had a plan.

The strongest slaves used the top dozen steps as a platform and built a human ladder with their flesh and blood so that those behind them could climb up by stepping on their backs.

Without any effort to make a sound, they had to use all their limited strength to survive.

Neither did Angron. He had already informed everyone of the plan through the psychic network. The Primarch's extraordinary brain allowed him to accurately calculate the position of each person and come up with the optimal solution.

Even in this desperate situation, he can save everyone!

The skinny women and children climbed up by stepping on the men's hunched backs. There was no extra foothold at the top, so they climbed up by stepping on each other's broken bodies.

The surface of the high wall was as smooth as a mirror, and the slaves' fingers could only support themselves in vain on the metal surface. If anyone slipped, the entire living chain would fall into the sea of ​​acid and be destroyed!

But their will to survive is so strong that they can even overcome the harsh conditions!

"Climb up! Don't stop!"

The human chain had been erected more than ten meters high. The frail little girl finally reached the top and climbed up the high wall using her hands and feet!

Then boys and women climbed up the wall one after another.

This has never happened before!

The audience's cheers stopped at some point, and the entire arena fell into dead silence, even the sound of breathing froze.

In this eerie silence, only the pyramid itself makes sounds.

The spines of the men at the bottom were bent into incredible arcs, and their joints made teeth-grinding creaking sounds under the heavy pressure, as if they would break at any second.

But they still held on until others climbed onto the platform.

"One more step!"

The acid had risen up, and the human ladder had to abandon the bottom few levels.

But they were climbing the wall faster and faster, because the slaves who had already climbed the wall were using their hands and feet to help others climb up.

"Open the valves, open them all!" The announcer's maggot eyes screamed shrilly. The high-ranking knight was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the slaves struggling for survival.

This was never what he wanted!

What he expected was a carnival feast with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the ugly sight of slaves tearing each other apart in desperation, rather than seeing them working together to overcome difficulties!

"Wow!"

The valve was fully opened and the rate of acid rise increased further.

But the human ladder climbed up faster and faster, and soon only the people on the top three levels were left acting as platforms, while everyone else had climbed onto their backs.

Angron stood on the platform at the very top of the pyramid, supporting the weight of the entire ladder with his thin shoulders.

“You go first!” The man behind pushed Angron and put him on his shoulder.

Angron yelled, "Without me, the whole ladder will break. Step on it!"

He used his strength to restrain the man and forced him to climb onto his back, the last of them.

No mortal could support the weight of this human ladder, but he was the Primarch, and it was his responsibility.

And he had promised them that they would all survive!

The water finally stopped at the edge of the last step, but the splashing acid still left the boy with burn scars all over his body.

"Keep releasing the water, I want him to die!" The announcer screamed, but the valve was closed. The high-ranking knights would not break the rules they set themselves.

The human ladder was no longer long enough for the others to climb the wall, but they still had a way.

They grasped each other's hands from top to bottom, until the man grasped Angron's hand as well.

"One, two, pull!"

Hundreds of blood-stained hands tightly grasped the people in front of them. The slaves who had already climbed up the high wall used all their strength to pull the man at the top of the human ladder, and with the help of the power of the group, pulled the entire ladder up little by little.

The human ladder slowly rose, soaked in blood and sweat, and every inch was accompanied by the wailing of bones and the tearing of flesh.

When Angron's fingertips finally reached the edge of the high wall, hundreds of hands simultaneously burst out with the last of their strength and pulled the entire bloody human chain onto the platform.

They collapsed on the cold sand, like a fully drawn bow that suddenly loosened, unable to move even a finger, like a pile of hollowed-out sacks.

Angron fulfilled his promise.