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

Leaving aside the genetic modification surgery of the Space Marines, the costly alchemical miracles of the Custodes are also difficult to replicate, but it is normal for the nobles to have genetic optimization technology, but the results are mixed.

Some genetic optimization technologies are from M23, and some are from M15. Although both are legacies of the dark technological age, the technological generation gap and value gap between the two are completely incomparable.

"My children," Claudia said in an unusually gentle voice, "my children wish to grant you freedom. Do you desire freedom?"

Her eyes slowly swept across the delicate pale faces. "Don't be afraid. Just like Enol did, answer me honestly. You all know that this is nothing to me."

Ainol lowered her head. Her master had many terrifying qualities, but he disdained to lie.

There are thousands of beauties with different styles and appearances. Even if a mortal is worth spending all his money to collect them, they are just a drop in the ocean in the eyes of their owner.

Even though it is now difficult for the owner to find new collections and all the survivors are racking their brains to hide, the owner never lacks patience.

Besides, they are destined to never have true freedom. This body is undoubtedly a miracle of genetic engineering, but how long can they live?

Hundreds of years? Thousands of years?

The short-lived freedom is meaningless and is actually cruel.

A maid bowed slightly, "Master, we are willing to serve you. It is our honor."

The maids' lowered necks drew an elegant and submissive arc. No words were needed, this submissive posture was the best answer.

Claudia: "My child, are they speaking against their will?"

“No.” Angron shook his head.

He could clearly feel the trembling in the maids' souls, but it was not so much fear as it was the primitive instinct of a living being when facing its natural enemy.

But they truly believed from the bottom of their hearts that it was an unparalleled honor to serve Claudia.

Angron felt overwhelmed by this conflicting feeling; he had never felt anything like it in anyone else.

Their relationship is amazing.

"Sister Claudia, please forgive my willfulness." Angron admitted his mistake frankly.

"Come here." Claudia raised her fingertips with irresistible grace.

Angron walked forward slowly. The young boy, still a bit shorter than Claudia, stepped forward.

"Your honesty and respect are comforting to me." Claudia's lips curled slightly. "I wanted to give you a hug, but our little Angron has grown up, and I was afraid my dear would be jealous."

Wop: “Not at all.”

Claudia glanced at him with a mixture of anger and amusement. "Not now, but there's no guarantee you won't in the future. If you bring up the past, I won't be able to handle it."

"Also," Claudia's eyes flickered with a hint of lazy teasing, "Angron, you should call me mother."

Angron still shook his head. He could call Dorothy and Sylvia mother out of respect for his brothers, but not Claudia.

A sly glint flashed across Claudia's eyes. "If you're willing to call me mom, no matter what happens in the future, I'll support you unconditionally!"

The maids all raised their heads in unison, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment, because they had thought their master was just playing around.

But now I see, Master, are you serious?

Could it be that the master's maternal instinct is really overflowing?

The maids exchanged looks of doubt and confusion. Shouldn't they have refused to call their master "Mom" before?

Angron: "If my father is fine with that, then I am fine with that, too."

Claudia tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with expectation.

Wop: "I object to this marriage."

Claudia casually twirled her fingertips through the hair that fell across her shoulders. "We're a match made in heaven, handsome and beautiful. How could you object?"

"So you're talking about the Emperor? I have no objection then." A flash of understanding flashed in Wop's eyes. "I'll introduce you to Neos some other day."

Compared to the Mother of the Primarch, Claudia is considered a normal person.

The Emperor could tolerate Elda, so there was no reason why he couldn't tolerate Claudia.

Claudia snorted softly, "I don't know any Neos, I'm talking about you!"

"Then why can't I object?"

"I've helped you so much, shouldn't you thank me?"

"Thank you."

"Just a simple thank you?"

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"It's two sentences now, but you can add more if it's not enough."

Claudia's eyes were filled with annoyance, and her frail body collapsed on the gilded throne, almost fainting from anger!

……

"The next city-state is Devash."

The golden palace of the Tark family has now lost all its splendor. Every luxurious decoration that has been dismantled has been confiscated and awaited accounting, and all the wealth will be used to improve people's livelihood.

The rebels used this place as their command center because there was a holographic device in the palace that had been passed down from ancient times.

Tark used it to project song and dance, but in Angron's hands, it flashed a cold tactical map.

Onomamos pointed to a city-state three hundred kilometers away from Desia. "A few months ago, a high-ranking knight asked me and other gladiators to go to Devash for a 'friendly match'. The prize was a vein of adamantium."

"Devash is exactly the same as Desia. The large number of personal guards is the biggest obstacle for us to capture the city. As for the high-ranking knights, I don't think they are more outstanding than the high-ranking knights of Desia."

The leaders of the rebel army all smiled knowingly. Although the implants of the high-ranking knights were extraordinary, the extravagant life of luxury had worn away their bloodiness.

In a one-on-one battle, as long as the rebels can prevent the high-level knights from flying, they are confident that they can kill them alone.

What's more, they now own the entire city-state, and the nobles' long-forgotten treasure trove has armed the rebels to the teeth.

They can now also fly, which will make killing high-ranking knights even easier.

Angron stared at the city-state on the holographic map, his voice as heavy as steel: "Our victory was won with the blood of countless compatriots. Let us not let this hard-earned glory cloud our understanding of the enemy!"

The rebel soldiers lowered their heads one after another, and those slight impetuous emotions that had been caused by victory were now exposed in front of the young leader.

As long as they showed any signs of negative emotions, Angron would help them extinguish them in time.

Angron: "In three days, we will march out and liberate the villages enslaved by the powerful. Remember what I taught you?"

The warriors pounded their left chests with their right fists, "The blade only cuts through chains, not innocent blood."

This is not an empty slogan, they all know who the enemy is.

The maid stood quietly by the door, waiting for their meeting to end, and called softly, "Lord Angron."

"Sister Aenol." Angron raised his eyes. "Sister Claudia, what do you want me to hear?"

Although Ainol is now technically Mira's servant, she still carries out Claudia's orders, and she does so willingly.

"Desia's auspex array detected an anomaly two hours ago. An unidentified fleet from outer space is heading towards Nuceria."

Angron asked, "Can we call the fleet?"

He knew that the Empire was on a great expedition, and if a foreign fleet suddenly arrived in Nuceria, it was very likely to be from the Empire.

Aenol shook his head slowly. "Since the Beast War, Nuceria's ancient technological heritage has been completely divided up by high-ranking knights. Unfortunately, the city-state of Desia does not possess the technology related to deep space communication arrays."

Nuceria's technology was highly developed, but due to the lack of a unified political power, this technology was as fragmented as the city-state.

"Which city-state possesses this technology?"

"Dervash."

What a coincidence, Angron thought to himself.

Onomamos: "Leader, should we launch an attack early?"

"Leader" was a word they chose from the ancient Nuceria language as a name for Angron to show their respect.

For Angron rejected the title of Our Lord, though it was a term not only for slaves to address their masters, but also for the inferior to address the superior.

The first word the rebels translated from ancient Nucerian was actually "Führer", but it was vetoed by Wop.

Angron obeyed Wop's orders and certainly would not argue with him about the title, so the rebels finally chose their leader.

Angron: "The army needs rest and training, and we need to prepare strategic supplies. Three days is the limit. Onomamos, you will assemble a task force. I will lead it ahead tomorrow morning. Disband."

"Yes, leader." Onomamos slammed his right fist against his breastplate.

This set of armor was taken from Tajik and can automatically adapt to different body shapes. It fits him well.

……

"Could it be the Empire that's coming?"

In the garden shrouded in dusk, Angron and Wop walked side by side.

Angron gazed at the dusk sky, vaguely hoping for the Empire's arrival, as that would speed up the process of liberation, and he did not care about the glory of conquering his home planet alone.

But he was afraid because he knew from his brother's experience that when the Empire came, the Wop would also leave.

But his brothers would have been with Wop for at least three years, but he had only been with Wop for one year. Why was his time with Wop so short?

This is not fair!

"It's likely the Empire, but it could also be the Eldar."

"Eldar?" Angron was surprised.

Wop: "When you were born, a group of Eldar came to hunt you down. Although you eventually defeated them, if I were one of them, knowing that we would never stop fighting, I would definitely continue to send people to hunt you down."

Angron thought for a moment. "Whoever they are, they have already made contact with the Dervash. If it's the Eldar, there's no chance of peace between us. If it's the Imperials, we must find a way to avoid conflict with them."

If the Empire sent troops to launch a landing battle, Angron would not be afraid.

He was the Primarch, and even if he hadn't grown up yet, he could negotiate with the Empire.

The Empire in 30K was still very sensible. Although the Empire actively expanded during the Great Crusade, it mainly relied on peaceful contacts most of the time.

The Empire will only wield its iron fist when facing those stubborn and threatening civilizations.

What Angron feared was that the Empire would indiscriminately launch an orbital bombardment on Desia's head, which would cause a huge misunderstanding.

Although according to common sense, the Empire would not open fire for no reason, but what if?

Who knows how Devash would describe them in his communications to the Empire?

If the Empire believed Devash's one-sided statement and opened fire on Desia, Angron would probably find it difficult to face the Empire's fleet with a normal heart.

Chapter 96: Poor Jill, being played around with (5K)

Since its creation, the Hall of Triumph has been a place of honor for the Resolute Resolve and even the XII Legion.

It was a sacred place where everyone from the Legion Commander to the new recruit of the XII Legion could wander and contemplate the glorious and historic victory they had won. The walls were adorned with countless tattered enemy flags, taken from the corpses of the vanquished, a symbol of the glory days of the dogs of war.

The commander of the 12th Legion stood quietly under the dome of the Triumphal Hall. He came here every morning.

A series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance of the hall, accompanied by the clanging of power armor, which caused echoes in the silent corridor.

His footsteps sounded particularly harsh in the solemn and dignified Triumphal Hall, almost a blasphemy to this glorious place, but considering the identity of the visitor being only the commander of the 8th Assault Company, all the soldiers swallowed their unspoken scolding back into their throats.

He walked through the hall with heavy steps and finally stopped in front of the legion commander, "Legion Commander Locke, we just received a star message."

Locke slowly raised his head and said, "Jill, what instructions does my Lord have?"

The XII Legion was supposed to conquer a world that had defied the Imperium, which should have been a very simple task.

Their legions entered the Warp from Mandeville Point in a neighboring system, a journey that would take no more than twelve hours to reach their destination.

But they unexpectedly encountered a warp storm and came to this strange star cluster that had not been recorded by the Empire.

According to the star map, they are now wandering alone in the southeastern hinterland of the East End Star Region. Even the empire's fastest expeditionary fleet has never set foot here.

Fortunately, the transmission of astropathic messages is not subject to this restriction, and they can still occasionally receive astropathic messages from the Empire.

"It's a congratulatory letter from Terra. Another Primarch has returned to the Empire." Jill's voice came from the communicator, and every syllable was soaked with sour jealousy.

This might be the reason why he refused to take off his helmet. He didn't want others to see his jealous expression.

"The Sixteenth Legion, the Eighth Legion, the Seventeenth Legion, who is it this time?"

Jill: "It's the VI Legion, named the Space Wolves by their Primarch."