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

The more pressing their environment, the faster they grow.

Horus showed none of the qualities expected of a Primarch in his first decade or so, for his survival was not urgent, nor was he under any pressing need to change the world.

Curze, Lorgar, and Russ are the opposite. They are born with knowledge and understand that they are born with a mission. They must grow as quickly as possible to lead their people, so they grow very quickly.

And what about Angron?

He also understood his mission, perhaps even more than his other brothers, because the other Primarchs did not have the ability to share memories with Wop.

But he is growing up much slower than his brothers and is still a teenager because he is resisting growing up.

He is very humane, so he understands better than anyone that only children have the right to act like spoiled brats in their father's arms.

He didn't want to grow up, but he couldn't stay a child forever, so his growth was stuck in adolescence.

"Have I disappointed you?" Angron raised his head, two crystal tear marks streaking across his face.

"Why not?" Wop said with a smile, "If you ask me how old I am, I will tell you that I just turned eighteen this year, because men are boys until they die."

"Where's the Emperor?"

"The same goes for the Emperor. Don't be fooled by his usual serious appearance, but he's actually more childish than anyone else."

Angron knew what the arrival of the Imperial Fleet meant, so he ostensibly wanted the War Hounds and the Rebels to work closely together, so he didn't personally command the battle. But in fact, he was afraid that Wop would suddenly disappear while he was commanding the battle.

He has too much humanity, so his reaction when facing separation will naturally be more intense than that of other Primarchs.

This isn't a shortcoming, and Wop wouldn't blame him for it. What kind of father is that?

Although he is not Angron's father, the Emperor is, but who made the Emperor not a human being?

Hasn't Wop been cleaning up his mess for all these years?

He has raised Neos' son for so many years, can't he say a few words to him behind his back?

What's more, he didn't lie, at most he leaked imperial secrets.

Wop patted the boy's thin back and said, "Angron, it's time for you to find a son of your own."

"I know." Angron lowered his head. He still had 15 brothers scattered across the galaxy, and Wop had to find them.

He knew he couldn't be so selfish, as there were many people waiting for him.

He also knew that he shouldn't be so willful, but he was still a child. If he didn't act willfully now, he would never have another chance in the future!

Angron: "What about Sister Claudia?"

"What does it have to do with her?" Wop's expression was as bitter as if he had eaten a bitter melon. "Give Nukeria to her and let her be the nominal planetary governor, but don't give her too much power. I feel like there's something wrong with her."

"What's wrong?"

“I can’t explain it, it’s just a feeling.”

Wopri gave Claudia many full body examinations inside and out, not with his eyes or hands, but with his psychic power.

But each result told him that there was no trace of corruption on Claudia, nor on her maids.

The same was true of Angron's test results; he could detect the most subtle emotional changes in people.

If someone is corrupted, he can immediately detect even the slightest sign.

Since even they couldn't discover it, it meant that Claudia was indeed a normal person, just a little mysterious.

Angron nodded. He obeyed his father.

Nuceria will become the new home of the 12th Legion, and it will be the first testing ground for his practice. Claudia will become the planetary governor. Her position in Nuceria is supreme, but she will not have too much power.

……

Gil raised his hand and grabbed the helmet. With the hissing sound of the air pressure being released, the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood plasma instantly rushed into his nostrils.

On the battlefield, the rebels and the Space Marines gradually became one. The rebels envied the Space Marines' power armor and bolters, and the Space Marines put away their contempt and responded to the amazing combat skills displayed by these rebels with equal respect among warriors.

These mortals, who have not undergone any genetic modification, can fight on equal terms with the well-tempered Space Marines with their flesh and blood. This fact makes many Space Marines feel an indescribable complex emotion in their hearts while fighting fiercely.

Because according to past practice, the Primarchs would include their home planets in the new recruitment worlds, and the young people among these rebel soldiers would join the War Dogs.

Once these gifted warriors underwent the Legion's genetic modification surgery, their combat effectiveness would immediately surpass more than 90% of the Space Marines. This subtly touched the sensitive nerve in the hearts of the Space Marines about the definition of a perfect warrior.

Although they do not feel resentful about this, they will inevitably feel some jealousy and frustration in their hearts.

Perhaps the only consolation for the Space Marines is that not all rebels are eligible to join the Legion.

Jill looked up at the sky. Warriors riding anti-gravity flying spears danced among the high-ranking knights. Mira's open light blue psychic shield rippled, deflecting all the whistling barrage of bullets. Crest took the opportunity to chop off the head of the high-ranking knight with her bladed mount.

Their coordination became more and more skillful, and their killing efficiency far exceeded that of others.

Klaust landed in front of Jill on his lance, and Mira said softly, "Lord Jill, the remnants of the high-ranking knights are fleeing north of the city."

Although the Stormbird gunship's reconnaissance data had already been flashing on Jill's tactical eyepiece for a long time, the battle-hardened commander did not show any disrespect. A meaningful murmur came from under his steel visor:

"Mago, Ioka, Kahn, lead your teams back to the north gate. Don't let any enemy go, but prioritize the safety of civilians."

The three warriors in power armor nodded silently and boarded the Mastodon with their respective teams.

"Please wait a moment." Jill raised her hand to signal, and in an effort to appear friendly, she forced a stiff smile from her cold face. "Can I ask you some questions?"

"Now?" Mira asked doubtfully. Aren't they still fighting?

Jill said seriously, "This question is very important."

Jill admitted that the High Knights' personal guards were very powerful. Their silver vines could not only withstand the attacks of explosive bombs, but could also easily pierce the Space Marines' ceramsite steel power armor during the attack, posing a huge threat to the Space Marines.

Even though they did not understand the physical structure of the Space Marines and naively thought that destroying their hearts would kill them, they still caused considerable casualties to the War Hounds.

But now that the war is nearing its end and the remaining remnants pose no threat, Gil must ask the question that has been bothering him for so long.

Mira nodded, "Then ask."

Although the Space Marines were tall and mighty, Mira did not feel much fear in her heart because she often stayed with Wop and Angron. Instead, she was curious about what the scene would be like when Angron and his eldest son got along.

Jill lowered her voice and asked, "Our genetic father, how old is he?"

Jill knew that this was a bit disrespectful, but he really couldn't help it. Why was their genetic father still a child?

It’s not that he doesn’t like it. The little genetic father is also very cute, and this will not affect the loyalty of the war dog.

Jill was worried about another thing: were they too early?

Chapter 99: Reversal of the Heavenly Gang (5K)

"Six months."

Locke felt a dull pain in the two hearts in his chest. Their genetic father was only six months old!

In just six months, you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of liberating the world and saving humanity!

What was he doing when he was six months old?

At six months old, he was just a baby and had no memory of what he was doing, but it was just an endless cycle of eating and sleeping, sleeping and pooping, pooping and crying, crying and eating.

Although the Primarchs' growth rate could not be calculated according to that of mortals, their Gene-Father was already a teenager at six months old, and they had no doubt that their Gene-Father, who was only a teenager, possessed the power to crush them.

But he's still only six months old, so what does that mean?

"That means we're too early!" Jill said anxiously on the communication channel, "We've fallen into a trap, Commander!"

At the outset of the Great Crusade, the Emperor issued a decree forbidding any expedition to find the Primarch.

The think tanks of various legions are still debating the deeper meaning behind this ban, and they have reached a consensus that returning to the Empire too early is not good for the Primarchs, and the Emperor hopes that the Primarchs can have a good environment for growth.

And so far, the return of every Primarch has been related to that Lord.

Everyone understood that the Primarch was their genetic father, the Emperor was the Primarch's genetic father, and that adult bore the heavy responsibility of teaching the Primarch. The Emperor's purpose in issuing the ban might be to allow time for that adult's teaching.

The second Primarch to return, Konrad Curze, accompanied that lord for five years, the third Primarch for three years, and the fourth Primarch's time is still unknown, but since he was found by the Emperor himself, it must have been a long time.

But their Primarch only lasted six months!

This is equivalent to their Primarch having just met that Lord, and the War Hounds came rushing to the door!

Locke still held onto a glimmer of hope, "Jill, are you sure the source of the information is reliable?"

"I'm afraid so. According to Ms. Mira's recollection, a meteorite landed on the snowy mountains near their village six months ago. The Primarch and that lord arrived at their village the next day."

"Who is this Ms. Mira?"

"She has always been with the Primarch and the Lord."

Finished!

Locke's heart sank suddenly, as if he was thrown into an abyss.

Jill ruthlessly crushed his last bit of luck, they were indeed early!

Although this time the Warp was lost was just an accident, no one would think it was an accident. They had just emerged from the Warp and arrived at the Primarch's home planet. How could it be such a coincidence?

Who is it! Who is plotting against the War Dog?

If their early arrival really disrupts the Primarch's growth trajectory invisibly, then they will be unforgivable!

This concerns the growth and physical and mental health of the genetic father. How could any offspring not care about their father?

Jill hesitated for a moment and said, "Captain, if we come at the wrong time, why don't we leave first?"

Although the War Dogs were frustrated that they had found the Primarch but could not bring him back, now that they knew the location of the Primarch's homeworld, they only needed to wait a few years to bring him back.

Otherwise, not only will the Primarch's growth trajectory be disrupted, but the Primarch may even hold a grudge against them.

This is not aimless.

Because according to well-informed sources in the Ministry of the Interior, several returning Primarchs have more or less expressed their dissatisfaction with the Emperor himself in public.

Although the specific reason has not been revealed, it is believed to be related to that adult.

Locke: "It's too late."

"What did you do?" Jill had a bad feeling.

"I have ordered the Astropathic Choir to send an astropathic signal to Terra, announcing the location of the Primarch of all Legions."

"Locke! How dare you give orders without the Primarch's permission? Don't forget, you are just a legion commander!"

"This is the will of my Lord." Locke lowered his eyes and sighed with bitterness.

Jill also fell silent, swallowing the unfinished words.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor issued many decrees, but there were two that all legions remembered very clearly, because they were related to the Primarch - prohibiting anyone from launching an expedition for the purpose of finding the Primarch, and prohibiting anyone from concealing the Primarch's whereabouts for any reason.

If the truth is reported to the Empire, no prohibitions will be violated;

But if they knew about it but kept silent, they would be violating two prohibitions at the same time - if the War Dogs' retrieval of the Primarch was not a premeditated plan but an accident, why should they conceal the Primarch's whereabouts from the Empire?

They couldn't explain it to the Empire.

Don't worry, maybe it can be fixed." Locke's tone was uncertain, and he didn't know if he was trying to comfort Jill or convince himself, "What does that gentleman mean? How does he view us?"

Jill: "The Primarch is in a meeting with that Lord... Are you suggesting I interrupt them?"

"Never leave?"

"Not even an inch away."

Locke was at his wit's end. They had already made a huge mistake and couldn't make it again.

Locke asked again: "What is the name of that gentleman?"

The name of that lord has actually been circulating in the Empire for a long time, but no one knows where this rumor came from. It seems that everyone has known about the existence of that lord long before the return of the first Primarch.

It's just that the name sounds ridiculous, so it has never been accepted.

Even if someone believed it, no one dared to call it by its name.

Just as humans respectfully call the Emperor the Lord of Mankind, they also respectfully call Malcador the Regent of the Empire with the same respect, and no one ever dares to call him by his name. Their respect for that lord is even higher than that for the Regent of the Empire.

The Imperial Regent only manages the Empire, but that lord is responsible for educating the Primarch!

However, since that lord did not have an official title recognized by the Emperor like the Imperial Regent, the Legion would only use "that lord" or "you know who" to show respect in private.

However, according to a close confidant of the Emperor who wishes to remain anonymous, the Legions whose Primarchs have returned usually call that lord the Father of the Primarch.

Many legionnaires talked about this with great relish. They did not dare to discuss it openly, but in their hearts they could not help but wonder: If that lord is the father of the Primarch, then what is the Emperor?

The dogs of war had been the former, but perhaps they could henceforth become the latter.

This made Locke feel uneasy but also a little excited.