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

"By the way, Jill." Locke suddenly called him, "Get ready."

"Preparing for what?" Jill felt puzzled.

"I want to duel with you." Locke said slowly, "As a comrade, I can remind you that I am not the last one."

……

"Is my father here?" Angron, who had just disembarked from the Stormbird, asked the two maids who came to greet him outside the Octavia family palace.

The maid saluted gracefully: "Young Master, the two masters are waiting for you in the hall."

Angron unconsciously quickened his pace. He needed to touch his father as soon as possible to make sure that this was not a fragile dream.

The Honor Guard followed the Primarch in neat steps, but when they passed the maids' ranks, these warriors who were usually invincible on the battlefield unconsciously lingered on them for a few seconds.

This has nothing to do with lust, but their combat instincts are sending out crazy warnings.

These seemingly gentle maids seem to be hiding deadly threats that can tear Space Marines apart under their slender bodies!

However, the complete trust that the Gene-Father showed in them forced the Honor Guard to suppress their instinctive vigilance. They could only hold their grenade launchers tighter, but did not dare to act rashly.

"Snapped!"

As the gilded door was pushed open by the maids, Angron's eyes instantly locked onto the two figures on the throne, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly.

The Primarch paused slightly and glanced back with the corner of his eye. The warriors behind him immediately stood still like sculptures.

The maids silently closed the gilded door, blocking the view of the Honor Guard.

Angron: "I'm sorry, perhaps I came at the wrong time."

"No, you came at the right time!" Wop struggled to get rid of Claudia's arms and pried open Claudia's arms around his neck, but the bad woman who had fallen asleep seemed to be attached to him.

As soon as he straightened up, Claudia hung on him, like a spoiled Persian cat, clinging to his clothes tightly and refusing to let go no matter how his owner pushed him.

Angron's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. "I thought you were gone."

Wop sighed softly and sank back into the soft cushions of the gilded throne. "Probably to see you one last time before I leave."

"If we are to part ways eventually, meeting each other now is but an interlude that adds to our sorrow."

Wop: "Then I'll leave?"

"I like the interlude," Angron said sincerely.

Wop glanced down at the woman clinging to him like a vine and gave Angron an innocent look. "You saw it too. She wouldn't let me go."

Angron: "I'm more curious about how you became like this."

"It's a long story."

"Then let's make a long story short."

Wop: "She tricked me into sitting on the throne for a while. I figured it wasn't Terra's Golden Throne, so I might as well sit on it. But as soon as I sat down, I realized I'd been tricked. Now she's clinging to my arms and refusing to leave. I don't know if she's really asleep or pretending to be, but I can't tear her off even if I try."

"Or you can just give in to her."

Wop glanced at Angron with disdain: "Are you lacking love?"

Angron: "As long as you are here, I need no other comfort. But since you are leaving, at least leave me with a memory, as you would any other brother."

If it were the old Angron, he would never have spoken to Wop in this tone. Perhaps because they were about to part, he even became bolder.

This time, Wop pried open Claudia's fingers without much effort, and she actually relaxed her grip as if she were fast asleep.

He carefully placed her on the cushion of the throne, but just as he straightened up, he was suddenly hit by a burst of fatigue. Wop stumbled back to the throne, but his back unexpectedly fell into a warm embrace.

Claudia had woken up at some point and caught him with a sly smile.

"you……"

Wop struggled to stay awake, but ultimately succumbed to the overwhelming sleepiness. His head slowly tilted to one side, and he finally fell into a dark and gentle place.

Claudia hummed a little song of victory, and gently lifted Wop's chin with her slender fingers, adjusting his head to the most comfortable angle, allowing him to completely fall into her softness.

"Don't you want to know why?" Claudia bit the tip of Wop's ear and violated his father in front of his son without any hesitation.

Angron: "Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Thank you for letting me see him, although I don't know how you did it."

"You're much more conscientious than your father," Claudia's voice rose slightly, a hint of pouting. "But just saying thank you is too insincere. Call me mom."

Angron: "I made him submit to you."

"Ok?"

"But he didn't agree, so I couldn't shout."

Claudia tilted her head slightly, her hair falling from her shoulders like silk. "So what is our relationship now?"

Angron: "A son and his mistress."

"I'm the mistress, then who's the legal wife?" Claudia's fury instantly exploded, like a Persian cat whose tail was stepped on and was panting at someone.

"Not yet, maybe it's you."

“That’s more like it.” Claudia snorted softly. “Then who do you want this person to be?”

Angron: "If I must have a mother in the future, I hope it will be you."

"why?"

"Because you are my mother, not my other brothers'."

Claudia suddenly chuckled, "No wonder he always says you're heavy. Looks like we're on the same side now?"

"No, although I wish it were you, I won't be able to provide you with any substantial assistance."

"why?"

"You may just be my mother in the future, but he will always be my father."

Claudia's lips curled up meaningfully. "That's a barely acceptable answer. He loves you so much, worthy of it. But even if you stubbornly refuse to call me Mom, I will still help you."

Claudia called out softly, "Ainol."

The maid walked out from the shadow of the gilded columns, her skirt brushing the carpet without picking up a speck of dust. Although there were thousands of maids in the palace, her status was always special.

Claudia: "Xiao An, how many soldiers are there in your legion?"

Angron's eyes flickered with confusion. "About twenty thousand Space Marines."

"What about the future?"

Angron: "I don't know. Maybe more than 250,000."

Claudia suddenly blinked and said, "My child, you are really ambitious."

"It's not ambition."

"That's hard to say." Laudia suddenly smiled. "Let me, your mother, help you turn the World Eaters into the most powerful legion in the entire empire!"

"How can you help me?"

Claudia asked, "What do you think of Enol?"

Angron: "Very strong."

Although he had never seen these maids take action, he could sense their emotions. They completely disregarded the Royal Guards and high-ranking knights, and even the Space Marines. This arrogance must be backed up by sufficient strength.

Claudia's lips parted gently like a newly blossoming rose. "Mom wants them to join your legion. This is a privilege none of your other brothers have!"

Angron was silent for a moment. His father always said that he was the most humane, but precisely because of his humanity, he could not completely get rid of human flaws. For example, Angron loved to compare himself with others, just like his brothers.

He thought of the Emperor's Imperial Claws, the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence, the most elite warriors of the Imperium.

If Claudia's maids joined, the overall strength of the World Eaters would definitely be far greater than that of regular legions, just like the Emperor's Claws.

Angron's demands were modest, only that he might triumph over his brother.

Don’t ask which brothers, all brothers.

……

Crest looked at the Space Marines not far away and asked worriedly, "Are the leaders going to leave this world?"

"Yeah." Mira nodded. She was the first person to meet Worp and Angron, so she knew from the beginning that they had a mission.

Not just the liberation of Nukeria, but the entire galaxy.

"What about us?" Crest's voice seemed to come from far away, with a sleepwalking trance.

Crest and Mira have a very good relationship because they are of similar age and they cooperate very well in battle.

But her relationship with Angron was much more distant. Angron was their leader, and all the rebels followed him voluntarily.

But he stood too high, so high that Kleist was a little scared, afraid that he would suddenly disappear, afraid that the liberation they now had was just a dream.

It seemed that as long as Angron left, the rebels would be wiped out by high-ranking knights and guards on a snowy mountain, and she, Onomamos, and other gladiators would all die.

Nuceria would return to its former state, with high-ranking knights oppressing the people at will, and slaves returning to the arena to sacrifice their lives for the amusement of the powerful.

Mira's voice was soft, but as clear and firm as the morning light piercing the thick fog: "He won't abandon us, and neither will Wop. After liberating Nukeria, we will follow them and liberate other oppressed peoples!"

Crest looked at her enviously, "You are so aware."

Mira lowered her head awkwardly, her voice unconsciously lowered, "Actually, I don't know much."

Crest's fingertips gently poked Mira's waist, "Mira, is he looking at us?"

Mira followed her gaze and saw the Space Marine's visor silently turning towards them.

Noticing their gaze, the Space Marine suddenly moved and stepped towards the two.

He stopped two meters away from the two girls and said, "I am..."

The sound amplified by the loudspeaker was hollow and cold. He seemed to feel that something was wrong. He raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a cold and hard face with sharp edges.

The Iron Giant knelt, "Kahn, my name is."

"Crest."

"Mira."

The two kids introduced themselves. They had actually met each other in Dewash, although it was only a one-time encounter.

Kahn: "What are you looking at?"

He realized his tone might be too blunt, and added awkwardly, "I'm not questioning you, I'm just curious. If you need anything, I can help."

Crest looked up. Even when he was squatting, Kahn was still taller than them, but she was not afraid of these giants with whom she had fought side by side.

They are not high-ranking knights, they are not oppressors, but liberators like them.

"Will you take the leader away from this world?"

Kahn: "We will not take Gene-Father away with us. Instead, Gene-Father will lead us to conquer the galaxy, liberate more worlds, and unify the fragmented human civilization."

"I don't quite understand." Crest's brows knitted together, "But if you want to leave Nukeria, can you take us with you?"

"Of course." Kahn's lips pulled back a stiff smile, as if trying out an unfamiliar expression. "I've seen you fight. Many of my brothers can't compare to you. I look forward to fighting alongside you in the future."

He saw the little girl smiling happily, like a child who had gotten the candy she wanted.

Kahn's Adam's apple rolled, and his rough fingers unconsciously stroked the bullet marks on the edge of his helmet, making a crackling sound as metal rubbed against metal.

"Can I ask you a question as well?"

"Ask me, I will definitely tell you if I know." Kleist looked straight into Kahn's eyes like a curious sparrow.

Kahn's gaze drifted off into the distance, then quickly retracted. This warrior who was invincible on the battlefield now looked like a thief about to commit a crime. He had a guilty look on his face, and even lowered his voice to a very low level, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Is Gene's father really only six months old?"

……

"Father, she's lying to you, she's lying to you! You must not be fooled by this bad woman!"

Wop opened his eyes in the cold, his pupils dilated to the limit in the absolute darkness, but still could not catch a trace of light.

The cold air wrapped around every inch of his skin, and the white mist he exhaled was swallowed by the darkness before it could take shape.

He traveled through time again, where was he this time?

"First, eliminate Macragge."