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

But the rescued villagers were still rational. The outsiders saved their lives, but they were also afraid of the power of Wop and Mortarion.

In the end, the village took in the outsiders, so they vacated the largest house.

Typhon had been wandering from village to village since he was a child, and no one was willing to take him in. Even a simple stable was a rare shelter for him, not to mention that this was the best house in the whole village.

But Mortarion was not a man of pleasure, nor was he willing to seize the villagers' houses by force.

Then, under the complicated gazes of the villagers, they built their own shelter bit by bit.

Mortarion sat in silence in the courtyard, feeding the stove where a gray stew simmered.

It's not tasty, but it's not very poisonous either.

"Come and sit down." Wop sat next to Mortarion and patted the wooden stool beside him to signal Typhon to come over.

Typhon sat quietly beside Wop, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

Those eyes that were once filled with confusion and jealousy were now filled with pure admiration.

"Let's continue our discussion of psychic powers. You already understand how psychics generate their powers. Today, we'll discuss psychics and psychic species."

Taking advantage of the break before class, Wop gave Typhon and Mortarion some special lessons as usual.

"Last class I told you that humanity is on the verge of ascending to become a psychic species. Now let me ask you, what is a psychic species?"

Mortarion's voice was as low as thunder: "All psykers."

He still resisted psychic power, but Wop told him that psychic ascension was irreversible.

Sooner or later, humans will ascend to become psychic species, and everyone will become a psychic. The birth of the Primarch is closely related to the Warp.

Mortarion still believes that psykers are harmful to human civilization, but his understanding of psykers has changed from "innately evil psykers who must all be eliminated" to "weak-willed psykers who cannot resist the corruption of the warp and must be strictly controlled."

If he wanted to completely wipe out the psykers, he would have to wipe out all of humanity, including the Primarchs.

This is too extreme and unrealistic.

He could care less about mortals and primarchs, but his father was innocent.

My father was not born a psychic, it was the Emperor's fault that he became like this!

Wop: "The fact that all the people are psykers is just a facade, just like Barbarus is a highly toxic world, but the toxicity is only a facade. What is its true nature?"

Typhon's voice was low and cold: "It was the gods, the gods' ruthless mockery of mortals, that turned Barbarus into a poisonous inferno!"

Mortarion turned his head and glared at Typhon coldly, "Is the essence of the psionic race also a god?"

Wop: "This is just my personal opinion. It has limitations and may not be correct, but you can use it as a reference for theory."

"In my opinion, there are only two true psionic races in the galaxy: the Eldar and the Orks. These two races share two characteristics. First, all Eldar possess psionic powers, and Orks also possess special Waaagh energy."

"Second, the Eldar have their pantheon of gods, and the Orcs also have their own."

"I'm not advocating that humans need gods, but I'm asking: If gods are necessary for the existence of Psychic Races, then why do Psychic Races need gods?"

Mortarion was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: "Emotions."

Wop showed a gratified smile like an old father: "Xiao Mo is right, it's just emotion."

Mortarion looked normal, but his eyes swept over Typhon inconspicuously, with a barely perceptible hint of boasting in his eyes.

See? This is my dad, my dad! Not your dad! You should find your own dad!

Typhon ignored the gaze, tapping his knuckles lightly on his knees as he pondered further, "The emotions of all intelligent life flow into the Warp, becoming food for the gods. If the psionic species has its own god, does that mean the psionic species' emotions flow into its own god, rather than the four gods?"

Wop's eyes flashed with approval: "That's exactly what I guessed."

"Any intelligent life in the galaxy will be corrupted by the Four Gods, but not the Orcs. The Orc race inherently believes in the God of War, and all their actions are based on the God of War. Waaagh energy originates from the God of War, and the Waaagh expedition is to please the God of War."

“Even if there are rare exceptions occasionally, these exceptions will not become the norm as in human society.”

"And the Eldar." Wop paused. "In the long years before the fall of the Eldar Empire, they ruled the galaxy for sixty million years, their supremacy unchallenged. Even more remarkable, they always maintained a safe distance from the Chaos Gods—until they themselves betrayed their own gods."

"Even within the Eldar, the legends of the Eldar are widely debated, the truth long lost in the river of time. But one thing is certain: in the distant past, the Eldar could travel freely between the realms of the gods, until the Phoenix King Asuryan personally separated the realms of humans and gods."

"The so-called Kingdom of God, I suspect, is essentially the same as the realm of the Four Gods. The Four Gods are the most powerful entities in the Warp, but they are not the sole masters of the Warp. Their realm only occupies a corner of the vast void. The rest of the vast realm, the Chaos wasteland known as the Formless Abyss, is ownerless."

"What the hell. The domains of Second Brother, the Eldar gods, Vashtor, and many other powerful entities are all within this."

"What the hell? Second Brother is still protecting the orcs, and they maintain a very close relationship with them."

"The essence of Waaagh energy can be understood as a forging of psychic energy. If psychic energy is compared to gunpowder, then mortals who use psychic energy are like those meticulous craftsmen who must carefully forge gunpowder into bullets, grenades, or rockets."

"And what the hell? Second Brother can make the orcs skip this process directly. Orcs are born with the ability to use missiles."

Mortarion asked in a low voice, "Did the Eldar once possess this power?"

"It's quite possible," Wop nodded. "What the hell? If Second Brother can forge raw psionic energy into missiles, then surely the Eldar can too. When the Eldar still had free access to the Eldar realm, they might have mastered some kind of power similar to Waaagh energy, just like the Orks do today."

"With Asuryan separating the mortal realm from the divine realm, the Eldar lost this gift. But they remain the most powerful psionic race in the galaxy, and their emotions still flow towards the Eldar gods, rather than the Chaos Triad."

"Due to the long-term inability to establish contact with the Eldar gods, hedonistic thinking has gradually eroded Eldar society, and the moral foundation of the entire society has collapsed in the pursuit of extreme sensations."

"The Eldar no longer worshipped the Eldar gods, and even claimed to be gods themselves. All of this led to the birth of a new Eldar god."

"Youngest goddess, Slaanesh, Salishi."

Typhon couldn't help but ask, "The Eldar gods just watched them fall?"

"Asuryan's closure of the divine realm had a two-way effect. The Eldar could no longer contact the gods, and the gods could do the same. They could receive the emotional nourishment of the Eldar, but could no longer directly interfere with the material universe."

"Perhaps they could still warn their followers, but at the end of the Eldar Empire, there weren't many Eldar left who believed in them."

Mortarion: "And what about Asuryan? If he could seal the divine realm, can he not reopen it?"

"Asuryan is indeed the only one who can change the current situation." Wop spread his hands, revealing a helpless expression. "But unfortunately, he is sleeping soundly. Throughout the Eldar epics, this God-King perfectly embodies the concept of idling in office."

"The only god who could save the Eldar is gone. Even if the Eldar gods sense that something bad is happening, due to the closure of the divine realm, they likely can't even escape and can only watch the Eldar slide into the abyss."

"Until Slaanesh was finally born, the hungry new god devoured the entire Eldar civilization and the Eldar gods along with it. Aside from the Laughing God's miserable escape into the depths of the Webway, Aisha was imprisoned by Nurgle, and Khaine was shattered, the Eldar gods were almost completely destroyed."

Mortarion asked, "Where is Asuryan?"

Wop: "Asuryan was eaten too."

The fall of the Eldar was truly a two-way affair: the gods didn't care about the Eldar, and the Eldar didn't care about the gods.

The gods saw the danger, but they could only watch, and the elves did not care.

Only Slaanesh was grinning, thanking the ingredients for the big rocket!

"Even though the Eldar Empire has fallen, the Eldar remain psionic beings. Their emotions do not flow to the Three Chaos Gods, but only to Slaanesh. Their souls belong to Slaanesh after death, for Slaanesh is both one of the Eldar gods and one of the Four Chaos Gods."

"He is also the only god feared by the Eldar. Even though the Eldar have fallen to this point, they still scorn the other three."

Although Wop's theory about the psychic race was only speculation, it was like a sharp blade that pierced through the fog of cognition that had long been in Mortarion's mind.

Mortarion has realized that this seemingly absurd conjecture may be the bloody truth - humans are destined to be unable to escape the warp!

Even if humans can use the webway to travel, they can break free from the shackles of warp navigation.

But the human soul is always closely connected to the Sea of ​​Souls, and severing the connection with the warp is tantamount to self-destruction.

But if the connection with the warp is not cut off, every thought and every cry of mankind will be like a trickle, eventually merging into the never-ending vortex of the warp.

The four gods of the Warp were feasting because no one was competing with them for the food.

If humans had their own gods like the Eldar, these emotions would flow towards the gods of humanity rather than the Four Gods.

When human life comes to an end, their souls can also return to their own gods.

This is the only solution.

"In this dark and cruel universe, civilization has only two paths."

"Or you can become a dead soul and turn yourself into a blind person. But then your race won't be able to grow and develop, and a stagnant civilization will eventually fall into destruction."

"For civilization to develop, the influence of the Warp is inextricable. Without Ascension, a race will become a delicacy on the plates of the Chaos Gods. Only by psychic Ascension can one break free from the shackles of the Four Gods and carve out a world of their own in the vast universe."

In fact, there is a third way, which is mechanical ascension like the Necrons.

But the Necrons' mechanical ascension was a lie. When the Necrontyr shed their flesh, their souls became a feast for the C'tan.

The true Necrontyr were long gone, and the Necrons were merely undead in metal shells.

And even the mechanically ascended Necrons cannot completely escape the control of the Warp.

Faced with the pervasive encroachment of the Warp, the Necrons chose to gouge out their own eyes and become blind - forging the entire galaxy into an icy, soul-exorcising death zone, and using a silent cage to completely sever their ties with the Sea of ​​Souls.

Psychic ascension is a helpless act, but also the only option.

Mortarion's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. "If humanity must have a god, who is that god? The Emperor?"

A barely audible sigh escaped Wop's throat. "Don't you already have the answer?"

The Emperor is not a god, nor has he ever wanted to be one.

Because the Emperor understood that there was only one outcome for him to become a god: the Lord of Darkness.

Just as Slaanesh's birth destroyed the Eldar, the Dark Lord's birth will destroy humanity.

The Emperor would rather let his life burn out on the Golden Throne, suffering in eternal torment, than allow the crown of divinity to be placed upon him.

So he is not a god, and he will never become a god.

"I," Mortarion murmured.

The Primarchs were the gods chosen by the Emperor for humanity's ascension.

He ventured into the Warp, stealing the essence of the Warp from under the noses of the Four Gods, perhaps in order to forge a human god.

He is the only one who sees the truth.

Perhaps there are other paths for humanity to choose, but the Emperor does not know where those other paths are.

Everything has its own traces, and the traces that the Emperor follows are those of the Eldar and the Orks, the only races in this universe that have broken free from their shackles.

Wop: "This is just my speculation, not necessarily reality. The Emperor never revealed his plans to me, although I did not ask. When you return to the Empire, you can ask him yourself."

"Father," Mortarion bowed his head in the shadows, "will I become a god?"

A mortal might have been smug about this, but Mortarion felt only a chilling fear.

"Yes." Wop slowly stood up and placed his hands firmly on Mortarion's shoulders. "You will become the patron saint of mankind!"

"I, you, the Emperor, Malcador, all your fellow Primarchs, and anyone willing to dedicate their lives to the continuation of human civilization, we are all the protectors of humanity!"

Mortarion slowly raised his head, his clear eyes reflecting his father's appearance, and a glimmer of hope flickered in them.

Yes, he still has a father!

"What is God?" Wop asked himself, and answered himself. "Humanity doesn't have a clear definition or boundaries for what constitutes God. It can refer to any character beyond human cognition."

"God is a religious concept, but by the end of the Eldar Empire, the Eldar no longer believed in the Eldar gods, but their emotions still flowed towards the gods."

"Your power is a gift and a responsibility. It can make you extraordinary, but you don't have to be high above the world. The key lies in how you exercise this power and whether you shoulder this responsibility."

“It’s not who you are, but who you want to be that matters.”

"Even if you truly possess divinity, as long as you can maintain your humanity, what is there to be afraid of?"

Mortarion's eyes gleamed with determination. "I understand, Father."

Father said he is the patron saint of mankind, so he will become the patron saint of mankind!

Typhon stared at Mortarion with indescribable envy in his eyes.

It's not that I envy his strength and talent, nor that I envy him for being able to become a god, but that I envy him for being the Primarch and being able to receive special care from Wop.

Wop had never treated him like that.

"Mortarion," he warned softly, "your food is burnt."

Mortarion lowered his eyes. Wisps of smoke rose from the stew in the pot, and the bitter smell filled the air.

Wop clapped his hands lightly, "It's okay, I won't eat today. Class is about to start, let's clean up here first."

Chapter 123: Tenacity (5K)

"Is it high?"

"Hehe! Brother Typhon, higher!"

"Take off!"

The children's laughter dances among the wheat waves like silver bells.