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

The guard entered the room and quickly brought Sevitarion's reply: "Yes, but you must take off your clothes and can only wear one piece of clothing."

The people of the Bottom Nest wear very thick clothes to fight the cold, and only a very few can light the promethium flame to keep warm.

The thicker they wear, the more likely they are to hide weapons, and the guards don't want to search them because they think it's dirty.

Although they are all bottom nesters, the Blood Claw Gang is different from these scavengers. They are very clean and take a bath once a year.

Dorothy had already told Wop and Coz about this, and they stripped down to their underwear.

The guards circled them twice and made sure they had no hidden weapons before letting them in.

They met Sevitarion, with ten guards standing on both sides of the room, and Sevitarion sitting on the 'throne' in the middle.

It was a throne made of scrap materials, the base of which was made by welding a scrapped vehicle chassis and a steel frame, and was padded with clean clothes.

"Ms. Dorothy," Severtarion said with a smile on his face, "Eros hasn't seen you for a long time. He misses you very much."

"Lord Severtarion." Dorothy bowed her head.

The moment she confirmed Sevitarion's identity, Curze rushed forward with the fragment in his hand.

The guards around felt threatened and immediately raised their laser guns.

Wop just waved his hand and slammed them against the wall, and the laser gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"Dorothy, what are you doing?"

Anger appeared on Sevitarion's face. He still thought that Dorothy was the mastermind behind this.

Coz ignored everything else and cut Sevitarion's wrist with the fragment in his hand, causing him to drop the pistol he had just taken out in pain.

Sevitarion is not a pampered loser. He doesn't know how many people are eyeing his position, so he has been training his fighting skills.

The falling of the pistol did not make him lose the ability to resist. He swung his fist at Coze with sharp brass knuckles on his fist.

Curze easily dodged his fist and cut his neck with the fragment, cleanly and neatly.

He never tortured anyone.

Even if they are evil, he will give them a clean death.

"Giggle."

Sevitarion covered his neck and whimpered in his throat, but he couldn't stop the bleeding and slid down from the throne weakly.

Curze looked back at Wop, wondering why he didn't kill the others.

Wop: "This is your kingdom. They are your prisoners. You should deal with them as you wish."

Holding the fragments, Curze walked towards the people who were squeezed into the corner by the psychic energy, and he wanted to cut their necks.

He could smell the sin on them, much stronger than on the scavengers.

Scavengers do evil to survive, they do evil for fun, they don't deserve to live.

But Coz didn't act immediately. He was thinking about why Wop asked him to do this and what result Wop wanted.

Does Wop want him to kill them, or let them go?

If he wants to take control of the Blood Claw Gang as soon as possible, these people can help him very well. He should let them go and give them a chance.

With this thought in mind, Koz used the fragment to cut the first person's neck, then the second, the third, and then he cut everyone's neck one by one.

"We must eradicate all evil," Coates said. "Their lives are fertile ground for crime, giving criminals a sense of security. I don't want to give criminals any chances, because they haven't given others any chances either."

"I thought you would torture them and then deliberately let one of them go and spread fear."

"Why would I do that?" Coze asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps you believe that fear will intimidate bad people and deter them from committing evil."

"People who think that way are too stupid," Coates said. "Fear is for good people, so that good people don't dare to commit crimes. The same is true for order. Order uses the death of criminals to deter good people so that they don't dare to commit crimes."

"That makes sense." Wop applauded. This child could really be saved.

Neos, open your eyes and look!

He's only been teaching for a few days, and the child has already transformed. Is educating a Primarch really that difficult? Or is it because you, as a father, are incompetent?

"What about the others? Are you going to kill them all?" asked Wop.

Curze nodded: "Can you help me? I'm too slow to kill them alone."

Wop: "I can help you stop them, but I won't help you kill anyone. Every person you kill must be chosen by you personally."

Chapter 13 A True Life Coach

Koze was killing people, and the Blood Claws were littered with corpses.

Wop was having fun, he just destroyed the body.

Rotting corpses will breed plague. This land will belong to them from now on, and pollution must be prevented.

Dorothy was nowhere to be found, and Coz didn't care, nor did Wop.

There's only one way to get to the Blood Claws, and only one way to escape. Wop is guarding the gate, so no one can escape.

"You have only one choice: kill him or be killed by him."

Wop waved his hand and knocked a group of fleeing Blood Claw gang members to the ground.

They didn't have the courage to fight back, as the bats in the shadows had already scared them out of their wits.

Curze's killing was ruthless. Every time he appeared, he would slit someone's neck and let them watch him die in pain, overwhelmed by fear.

Curze really didn't want to torture them, but he was too weak.

He couldn't kill everyone at once. If these people joined forces, they might really kill him, so he could only hide in the dark and kill people.

Koz stood in a pool of blood. He was soft-hearted and killed people.

Fragments are actually not very useful. They are not as useful as a knife, and not as efficient as a gun.

But Coz felt that this was probably some kind of ritual. This fragment came from the cradle where he was born, representing hope and rebirth.

He wants to use hope and new life to kill these evil people who have committed heinous crimes and create hope and new life for this world.

"We've finished killing here, let's go." said Wop.

Koz nodded and followed Wop, chewing corpse starch to replenish his strength.

Killing is too tiring.

The Blood Claw Gang only has tens of thousands of people, but the Hive World has at least tens of billions of people.

There are not many innocent people among these tens of billions of people. It is too inefficient for him to kill them one by one. He has to think of a way. If he doesn't kill them all, he won't be able to sleep peacefully.

They killed from the outside to the inside, and Koz spared almost no one.

"Who are you?" the boy fell, his voice trembling.

Curze studied him silently, he could smell fear on the boy and it intoxicated him.

He also smelled sin, and it disgusted him.

But his sins were not as serious as those of others, because he was still young and had not had time to do too much evil.

But evil is evil, can it really be measured by quantity?

Curze clenched the fragments and extended his hand to the boy, a hand of redemption, not murder.

The boy was afraid, but he seemed to understand Coze's invitation and he held Coze's hand.

"You are guilty, but you are not unforgivable. I will not kill you, but you must atone for what you have done."

The boy nodded fearfully, he just wanted to live.

Koz guided him onto the right path, and inspired by the beautiful life full of kindness, more and more killers left the streets.

They were transformed like him, from murderers to mentors.

Every soul that changes its ways contributes a little to change. This power accumulates into a powerful force, and the bloody old rules are abandoned, and a new, better social order is established.

The world is a better place, and the boy, now grown, will leave Nostramo with him.

He died in a hard-fought battle, as his descendant, an honorable warrior.

"Have my sins been atoned for, Father?" he asked on his deathbed.

"Yes, Kaz. May your soul rest in peace, my son."

"Goodbye, Father, they are here to pick me up..."

He died with a smile on his face.

Coze hesitated. It seemed that he should give him a chance. Sinners should be given a chance to atone for their sins instead of simply cutting them off. A high-pressure society is also pathological.

Koz held out his hand to the boy.

The boy was terrified. He struggled to stretch out his hand, but hatred was hidden in his frightened eyes. Hatred drove him to stab his heart with the knife hidden in his sleeve.

It wouldn't kill Curze, but it would cause him pain he had never felt before.

Physically and mentally.

The boy ran away, following the bloody path he had left.

Wop wanted to help him stop it. His psychic power was so strong that he could definitely do it.

But his psychic power didn't work for some reason, and the boy turned into a trapped beast, bursting out with amazing strength. He picked up the gun on the ground and shot Wop through the heart.

He is not a Primarch, he is just a mortal.

He couldn't survive without a heart. Coz cried and hugged the dying Wop, praying that he would survive, but he still died.

Die from the ugly, dirty, and hopeless nature of human beings.

One is a beautiful future far away, the other is a desperate future right at hand. Which one should he believe in?

Curze trembled and stumbled a few steps, clutching the fragments.

Coze's eyes were unusually cold. He didn't reach out to the boy, but he didn't slit his throat with the shard either.

"A scum like you has no right to live, but I must give you one chance, one and only chance. Take up your weapon and duel with me. Or, throw away your resistance and spend the rest of your life atonement."

He wanted to kill the boy, but he knew that if Wop knew his prophecy, he would definitely make him choose the former.

He didn't want to gamble, but he could give him a chance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry."

The boy cried out in fear and hurriedly dropped the dagger in his sleeve.

His father was killed by Koze, right in front of him, and was brutally killed by Koze in order to protect him.

But he doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die!

"What did you see?" asked Wop.

Curze: "Light and Dark."

"What did you choose?"

"Neither," Coze said. "I chose to bear witness."

He did not believe in prophecies, whether good or bad.

Obsessing over prophecies would lead to disaster, Wop told him.

He must be a witness, a detached observer, controlling the direction of the prophecy.

Wop didn't quite understand what Coates was talking about. He thought for a moment and said, "The world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray."

Koz raised his head, as if trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence.

He did not stop and continued his killing. Few people could survive from his hands.

"Am I doing the right thing?" Coates asked.

Wop: "Every choice you make will lead you to a different ending, but the path is always changeable until you actually reach the ending. If you find that the path you chose is not what you want, you can always correct it in time."

“If there’s no going back, can it really be corrected?”

"I don't know, but even if you can't, you should choose to try instead of running away. If you realize you've done something wrong, you should make up for your mistake instead of making the same mistake over and over again."

Koz nodded: "I remember it."