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

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"I am a psyker," Wop confessed to Mortarion. "Like your adopted father, and like all the overlords of this world."

"Why tell me?"

"I'm just fulfilling my promise."

Mortarion looked at him coldly, "I need an explanation."

A relieved smile appeared on Wop's face. "I'm relieved."

"What are you relieved about?"

"I'm glad you didn't punch me in the head, but listened to my explanation patiently."

"I will, if you lie to me."

Wop smiled and said, "To understand the nature of psykers, we must go back to the history of human civilization."

"Tens of thousands of years ago in ancient Terra, when human civilization had yet to leave its home planet, humans were not a psychic race. Psychics were extremely rare. As far as I know, there was perhaps only one."

"Who is that?"

"Your father is not your adopted father, but your biological father, the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor."

Mortarion remained absolutely silent, showing no reaction, only a slight flicker in his eyes to show he was still listening.

"Approximately eight thousand years ago, during the Dark Age of Technology, during M22, the first recorded psyker appeared in human history."

"Before this, psykers only existed in legends and rumors, and scientific institutions were unable to prove the existence of psykers among humans."

"Records of this psychic are vague, but he is most likely the product of an experiment, created using genetic technology by humans during the Dark Age of Technology."

"Based on the experience gained in creating psykers, humans further developed the Navigator gene."

Woppe suddenly stopped talking. "But the existing historical materials show a clear narrative divergence at this point."

"Because according to other historical records, Navigators first appeared in human society in M19. But we're not arguing about history right now, so we won't discuss it in detail."

"In short, both the Navigator gene and the Psyker gene originated from genetic modification during the Dark Age of Technology."

"In the Dark Age of Technology, the role of psykers was generally positive."

"The Navigator gene allows humans to cross the sea of ​​stars and spread colonies across the galaxy."

"The purpose of humans at that time in creating the psychic gene was probably to allow the human race to ascend into a psychic race."

"But with the outbreak of the Iron Man Heresy in late M23 and the Warp Storm sweeping across the galaxy in M25, human civilization gradually fell apart."

"In the Dark Age of Technology, the talent of psychics was limited to a very small number of people."

"But in the Age of Strife, psykers began to emerge in human society like mushrooms after rain. These psykers were the main reason for the loss of human civilization."

"Because they usually lose control of their own power, are bewitched and possessed by the demons of the Warp, and cause great damage to their world."

"Many worlds were destroyed by out-of-control psykers and the demons they summoned. The surviving worlds were like ruins swept by a hurricane, and the flame of civilization struggled to survive among the broken walls and rubble."

“Humanity once had glorious interstellar colonies, but now all that remains are the fragments of civilization.”

Mortarion: "Barbarus too?"

"Tara is the common birthplace of all human civilization, but in the Age of Strife, tragedies like Barbarus are repeated across all isolated human worlds in the galaxy. But Barbarus is very special. While other worlds only attract demons, Barbarus attracts gods."

"Why?" Mortarion's voice was tinged with confusion. "Why is Barbarus so special?"

Wop: "Because of you."

Mortarion stood frozen in place, Wop's words were like a hammer hitting his cognition, but his words were so absurd!

He has only been born into this world for a few years, but Barbarus has been shrouded in poisonous fog for thousands of years. What does the tragedy of this world have to do with him?

Wop: "I'm here for you, and so is God."

"In order to obtain you, God began His plan thousands of years ago, even before humans were born. Because in the warp, time has no meaning."

Mortarion's hoarse voice trembled with an indescribable emotion. "My adoptive father, those overlords, and the suffering of this world, are they all just to get me?"

Wop: “Exactly.”

Mortarion's knuckles crackled with the sharp crack of bone, his voice low and hoarse: "Then they have failed. I will never grant them their wish!"

Mortarion slowly lowered his head, gazing dangerously at the stranger. "What about you? What are you planning?"

Wop shook his head: "I came into this world alone, with nothing but myself."

"I don't believe it!" The low roar in his throat was like thunder.

“Even if you refuse to believe, my trust will still be a one-way mirror open to you, and you can use it to examine my sincerity.”

Wop's voice was as light as a feather brushing against a wound, as if soothing a child holding a broken toy.

Chapter 119 What is Love? (5K)

Wop could have been more subtle.

He could first tell Mortarion that there are good and bad people in this world, and there are good and bad psykers too.

Just as he taught Angron, there is no right or wrong in the law. If used in a right way, it is right; if used in an wrong way, it is wrong.

As long as he is given time, Worp believes that Mortarion can figure it out, but Worp will not hold back on him.

Mortarion has grown up. He has read a lot of books and understands a lot of principles.

Even though Mortarion still looks to the light in the darkness, he also has a stubborn side.

If Worp had only handed him fragments of the truth, Mortarion would have thought Worp was weaving a lie out of the truth.

The Emperor did just that, being more open with Mortarion than with any other Primarch, even confessing his grand plan to completely eliminate humanity's dependence on psykers and Warp travel.

What the Emperor says is true, but it is also a selective truth.

If humanity could control the Webway, it could free itself from its reliance on Warp navigation.

If humans ascend to become a psychic race, and everyone is a psychic, then dependence won't matter.

Even the Council of Nikaea, which was destined to go down in history, was discussed with Mortarion in advance by the Emperor.

The Emperor had appointed Mortarion as the chairperson of the meeting, knowing from the outset that it would become a trial for Magnus and the Thousand Sons.

This was an honor not granted to any other Primarch, including Horus.

So Mortarion ultimately betrayed because he sensed that the Emperor was hiding something from him.

Even if the Emperor's words were true, if Mortarion detected any reservations or ambiguities in his words, he would be mired in paranoia.

In his eyes, all the high-sounding truths will become carefully woven lies.

Therefore, Woppe chose a dangerous way of enlightenment - instead of peeling off the truth layer by layer, he directly stuffed the hottest core into his hands and let it cool into the shape of cognition in his flesh and blood.

"If the truth can be easily believed, it does not deserve the name of truth."

"Whatever the truth may be, I will judge for myself." Mortarion's voice was hoarse. "The gods seek me, but what of you? What do you desire from me?"

Wop's voice was calm and deep. "Tell you the truth and teach you. That's all."

"You want nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

"I do not believe!"

Mortarion took a step forward, his figure crushing like a mountain, completely shrouding Wop in the shadow of death.

He stared at the stranger, his breathing heavy and hissing.

He didn't believe that Wop had no other desires, didn't believe that the so-called truth was free of charge, and didn't believe that the warmth Wop gave him was free charity!

Wop's eyes met his, but Mortarion stared for a long time. His eyes were so clean that they were almost transparent. There was no fear, no calculation, and no evasion, only a clear sincerity.

"Go on!" His hoarse voice was lowered to a low level, vibrating in the air like thunder.

Wop lowered his head slowly, frowning silently.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Look, strangers are weaving lies!

Wop raised his face from the shadows. "I'm trying to figure out where to start."

Mortarion growled, "Beginning with God, tell me who He is!"

"There are four evil gods in the Warp: Tzeentch, Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh. Each of them wants you."

"Slaanesh is the youngest. The Warp storm that swept across the galaxy during the Age of Strife was the embryonic movement before his birth. When Slaanesh emerged from his cocoon, the storm gradually subsided."

"And it was Nurgle who was responsible for turning Barbarus into this state."

Lies! Don't believe them!

Mortarion asked coldly, "What kind of god is he?"

Wop: "Nurgle represents corruption, plague, death, and rebirth. He loves life, but he loves plague germs more than living things."

"Except for Slaanesh, the other three gods were likely born during the War in Heaven tens of millions of years ago."

Don't believe him! Your loving Father loves you! The stranger is deceiving you!

"They feast on the emotions of mortals, and are born from them. Their essence is the primal emotions of billions of mortals, constantly precipitated, accumulated, fermented, and nurtured in the Warp, ultimately sublimating into a terrifying entity."

I love you! My child, I love you!

"Other entities may arise in the Warp, but the Four Gods will devour them before they can arise, turning them into nourishment to sustain their eternal hunger. Even if an entity occasionally escapes, it can only flee in panic before them."

I'll show you, kid, he doesn't love you at all!

"Even more terrifyingly, the birth of other entities might also be a conspiracy carefully woven by the Chaos Gods."

Lies! All lies! He's weaving lies out of the truth!

"What I said is the truth that I know. I can't say it's comprehensive, but it's basically correct." Wop made a patch cautiously.

Wop's eyes fell on Mortarion's pale face. "Are you alright? You look terrible."

He doesn't love you! He loves your brother! I'm the only one who loves you. Come to me!

Mortarion's face suddenly twisted, and he closed his eyes tightly, as if to isolate himself from the whole world.

Countless voices echoed in his skull. Earnest admonitions were like blunt knives cutting flesh. The wails of a loving father who had lost his beloved son were like sobs in the cold night. The calls of his brothers and relatives were mixed with sobs. And there were also the laughing elves, whose cheerful chatter bombarded his brain like spam messages.

"boom!"

Mortarion fell to his knees, his bony body curled up like a broken sickle.

"Help…"

He wanted to cry out for help, like a helpless child calling out for his father.

But the severe pain gripped his throat like an iron clamp, and he could only squeeze out silent gasps from his trembling lips.

He felt as if the whole world was cruelly peeling away from him, as if he was thrown into endless nothingness.

Countless pairs of sticky and slippery hands entwined his limbs. Those inhuman creatures laughed sharply as they dragged his body, falling inch by inch into the unspeakable abyss.

In an instant, everything was silent.

All the noise receded like the tide, leaving only an empty silence.

Then, he felt someone gently hugging him.

Those arms were slender but firm, and held an incredible warmth.

He rested his forehead on the man's chest and heard the steady heartbeat, like the only anchor in the darkness.

He had never been hugged like this before.

No calculation, no mercy, not even words.

Just pure, heartwarming… redemption.

"It's all right." Wop's voice was low and gentle, as if soothing a frightened child. "I can feel the whispers of Chaos lingering in your ears. Your brother Lorgar has experienced the same moment."

When Wop mentioned Lorgar, a barely perceptible frown crossed Mortarion's face, which had just regained its composure, like a momentary ripple on the surface of a lake when a breeze blows across it.

"Go on." His voice was as rough as sandpaper. "Tell me the truth. Everything."

Wop's voice was a soft whisper. "I'll tell you the whole truth, but you need to rest now."