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

Unless he does nothing, lets the world remain as it is, and lets the tribes on the grassland kill each other.

Chagatai turned and stared at Wop, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The outsider is right, but why should he listen?

Wop: "It's just a suggestion, you don't have to listen to it."

Jaghatai was more difficult to teach than Mortarion, as he was more ruthless than his brother.

Even when tortured by his xenos adoptive father, Mortarion remained kind and patient towards mortals.

He would work the fields alongside the mortals, and he would also stand up to protect them.

Even if it means revolution, he will give them a choice.

Mortarion has never been a bad person, but his childhood experiences have made him very paranoid.

Although Chagatai also protects mortals, his ruthlessness is among the best among the Primarchs, and this ruthlessness is also the most similar to that of the Emperor.

Faced with the same trolley problem, many Primarchs would try to stop the trolley first and let more people off.

The Emperor and Chagatai would choose to save the five people and use the time wasted in stopping the trolley to hunt down the madman who created the trolley problem, thus solving the problem once and for all.

Even if there was enough time for them to stop the tram first and then chase the madman.

It’s hard to say who is right or wrong, they just make different choices.

It's not that they lack humanity, but some things in their hearts are higher than humanity, such as honor, responsibility, and loyalty. This is also a common problem among many Space Marines - honor>loyalty>responsibility>humanity. The ranking of the first three will vary depending on different people, but humanity is always ranked last.

Chagatai stared at Wop with a gaze as sharp as a knife. "Who are you?"

Wop: "I am an ordinary teacher from Terra, sent by your biological father to find you. If you want to know more, as long as you ask, I will tell you anything."

"I'll ask." Chagatai withdrew his gaze coldly, sheathed his scimitar, and a cavalryman immediately rode forward, his iron hooves making a wet sound on the bloody ground.

"Orders are passed: women and children may be used as slaves, and any man taller than the wheels will be beheaded."

The outsider is right, unity is accompanied by rules and order.

He was obsessed with exterminating the Hulailie tribe in order to intimidate other tribes and let them know that looting the Tarska tribe would lead to bloody revenge.

The wheel chop can achieve the same purpose.

When faced with a desperate situation and knowing that death is inevitable, people often fight to the death.

But if there is only one person left, many people would be willing to be killed for the safety of their wives and children.

Chapter 126 Each Other's Reflections (5K)

"Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Mortarion sat vacantly on the edge of the bed, his fingers sinking deep into the still-warm bedding. He stared at the indentations between the folds, as if a human figure might reappear there at any moment.

This night attack was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Looking at Wop's tired face after days of fighting, Mortarion couldn't bear to wake him up.

But no one expected that Wop would evaporate silently like morning dew overnight.

Typhon's boots scraped back and forth on the stone bricks as he circled the room like a trapped animal. The metal pendant on his waist kept clashing with his anxious steps, and the mumbling that escaped between his teeth mixed with his heavy breathing:

"Maybe the teacher went out to look for us, but why didn't he tell Debbie?"

"Where did he go? Is he really gone? Impossible, impossible..."

Mortarion lowered his eyes, "Karas, your mind is in turmoil."

Typhon's footsteps suddenly stopped, his boots scraping harshly on the tiles. "How dare you criticize me? Your heart is not disturbed, so why are you sitting there with a lonely look on your face?"

"I'm thinking, Karas." Mortarion's fingers paused on the quilt. He slowly raised his head, his pale face like a cold mask in the shadows. "And you, on the other hand, are just spinning in panic."

"So what did you come up with?"

"Father wouldn't leave without a reason." Mortarion's voice was low and steady. "His travels and hardships are all because of me and my brothers. If he leaves me, it must be because one of my brothers needs him."

Typhon clenched and unclenched his fists, his knuckles cracking softly. "What about us? We need him too!"

Mortarion looked up at Typhon. "Who are you talking to? He's my father. What does that have to do with you?"

We are father and son, you are just teacher and student!

Mortarion rose slowly. "He will be back."

"What is your basis?"

"He will return." Mortarion's deep voice trembled in the air. "Because he promised me he would not leave until I was older."

Typhon raised his head, his eyes struggling to reach his three-meter-tall body. "Aren't you grown up yet?"

"I don't think I have yet."

"What if? What if he doesn't come back?"

"If he doesn't come back, it proves that one of my self-proclaimed brothers was selfish and willful, forcibly taking him away from me. I will personally come to his house and demand an explanation."

His voice was like a pool of stagnant water; each syllable fell heavily into the silence, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

"And now," Mortarion's voice suddenly hardened to steel, "we must complete our unfinished business. The Barbarus await us, and liberation is urgent. If we let this hold us back, it will only prove our own weakness!"

Typhon's knuckles were white from clenching, his eyes burning with jealousy fixed on the other man. "You are noble, you are remarkable. Of course you can look down on others with compassion! You are the Primarch, a prince born noble. The throne of the Empire awaits your inheritance."

"But I can't do that. I can't be as tough as you. I'm just a mortal. Your study partner was born to struggle in the mud. The teacher is the only one who lends me a hand. The teacher is the only one I have!"

Mortarion's voice, like a dead mist, slowly and deeply dissipated. "You are mistaken, Typhon. There is no throne to inherit, only barren lands to be conquered. There is no birthright, only duty."

"It's not the kingship that flows in my veins, but the poisonous mist of Barbarus. You and I, like them, are Barbarusians, one of the souls struggling to survive on this rotten land, longing for redemption."

"As for my father, yes, he is all I have left, just like you."

"But I'm tougher than you."

Typhon's mouth twisted into a sarcastic arc: "Ha—so you can just feel at ease and not care?"

Mortarion's voice was low and slow. "I can hide my concern."

Typhon sneered, "And then become like those cowards who kneel down and wait for death? I'm afraid you've endured it so much that you've forgotten how to stand up!"

"You are wrong again, Typhon." Mortarion's voice was low and firm. "I am more resilient than you. I will not forget my father's teachings. But forbearance to me is not endurance, but precipitation!"

Sedimented emotions will not disappear out of thin air, they will only continue to ferment, brew, and expand in the dark... until the moment the container explodes.

"What are you mumbling about?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, breaking the tense confrontation.

The tense lines in Mortarion's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he and Typhon turned around at the same time, only to see Wop rubbing his eyes and slowly sitting up from the bed, as if he had just taken a nap.

Wop glanced back and forth between the two of them, "What happened? Why did you start arguing?"

Typhon's eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice was choked with sobs and trembled slightly, "Teacher..."

"What's wrong? You're already such a grown-up, why are you still crying?"

Wop gently wiped his tears with his fingertips as if comforting a child. Typhon was indeed a child, and he had taught many children like him.

The reason why children grow up to be disabled in the future is because of the lack of love when they are young.

Unless he is a born bad guy like Erebus, it is better to shoot him twice, no, shoot him as many times as you can!

Tears were still on Typhon's face, but Mortarion had already taken a step forward.

His tall figure was like an iron wall, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Wop.

"Father," his voice was so low that it seemed to be crushed from deep in his chest, and each word was heavy with weight, "where have you been?"

Wop raised his head and met Mortarion's dark eyes.

Those eyes were like two blunt knives, cutting his nerves inch by inch.

He knew Mortarion too well. If he couldn't give a decent explanation today, he might not even have the chance to sleep in the future.

"I just met your other brother." Wop reached out and patted Mortarion's tense arm, as if soothing a restless beast. "Although I haven't figured out the specific principles yet, I should be able to switch back and forth between the two worlds."

Wop still doesn't understand how he traveled through time, but the common denominator in his travels is definitely the Primarch.

Even after so many time travels, he still couldn't comprehend the rules.

Neither by ranking nor by his personal preference, he liked the Big Three of the Second Empire best, but they have yet to return.

So Woppe's conclusion is - random.

The importance of the Primarchs to the Imperium of Man was equally divided, and if he chose them solely based on personal preference, it would inevitably sow the seeds of disaster for the future.

Therefore, random selection is the fairest way.

The reason why Coze is in first place is purely due to chance.

As for Mortarion, Wop felt that he had some knowledge of numerology, as he happened to be the seventh Primarch to return, and the 14th from the last.

And his time traveling through time may not be an accident, but more like a correction of some predetermined fate.

Worp explained his theory to Mortarion. The Primarch remained silent for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "So... I have deprived my brother of the opportunity he deserves?"

Woppe added cautiously, "Of course, this is just my personal speculation."

Mortarion fell silent—Wop's speculations were often not far from the truth.

Waves of conflict surged in Mortarion's heart.

Once upon a time, he hated his brothers who took away his time, but now he has become a plunderer, and the guilt weighs like a lead weight in his heart.

Mortarion's voice was as deep as thunder. "Father, who is the brother I have replaced?"

"Chagatai Khan."

Without Wop's intervention, Chagatai Khan's life would have been on the right track, but his loyalty to the Empire or the Emperor was never one of loyalty.

As the most independent legion during the Great Crusade, the White Scars remained outside the Imperial system almost from beginning to end.

But their marginalized status did not stem from exclusion by other Primarchs, but rather from their deliberate distance from other Legions.

So much so that when the Great Heresy broke out, even the Alpha Legion, which was best at infiltration operations, was unprepared for the White Scars' space shuttles that started with zero frame.

During the Heresy, Jaghatai Khan and his White Scars Legion wavered between the Empire and the Warmaster, even coming close to switching sides.

As the Space Wolves struggled to hold out under the siege of the Alpha Legion, Jaghatai Khan offered all but a helping hand.

He also responded to Rogal Dorn's order to return to the defense of Terra with silent defiance.

This hesitation proved that Chagatai Khan did not completely disbelieve Horus's lie about the Emperor's desire to become a god.

But Chagatai Khan's rationality made him insist on investigating the truth rather than blindly taking sides. This persistence led him to find the fragments of Magnus' soul in the ruins of Prospero and uncover the horrifying truth behind the great rebellion.

Although Horus sent Mortarion to persuade Jaghatai Khan to surrender, the meeting instead led to the two legions going to war.

Mortarion's personality was obviously not suitable for persuading surrender, but Horus had no choice but to send Mortarion to persuade Chagatai Khan to surrender - the rebels at that time had already begun to run wild.

Fulgrim was possessed, Angron and Curze were lunatics, Lorgar was a traitor, the Alpha Twins were keeping their secrets, and Magnus was broken again.

Who else could we send if not Mortarion? Could we send Perturabo to persuade them to surrender?

In the end, Chagatai Khan resolutely chose to be loyal to the empire, and even after his resurrection from the dead, he uttered the shocking words from the bottom of his heart, "This must be the power of my father."

However, Chagatai Khan's deep-seated suspicion of the emperor was always the root cause of betrayal.

Had his life trajectory during the Heresy deviated even slightly, he might have made the same choice as Mortarion, and been forced to bow to the four Chaos Gods in betrayal.

There was not much that Wop could teach Chagatai Khan. He could only try his best to tell him the truth, just like he taught Mortarion, to make him understand that although the Emperor was not a human being, he was indeed wholeheartedly working for the survival of the human race.

There are so many misunderstandings in this world, which are inseparable from the Emperor being a riddler.

Mortarion's eyes dropped slightly. "When will you see him again?"

Wop: "Probably after falling asleep."

He closed his eyes in Barbary, and when he opened them he was already in Chogorius; he fell asleep in Chogorius, and was back in Barbary.

"Father, if you see him, please give him a message for me."

……

Chogoris, a tribe of Tarsca.

Inside the royal tent, Chagatai stared at the stranger's disappeared couch. There were still dents on the woolen felt, and a few strands of his body temperature were struggling in the cold air.

In the early morning, they returned to the Tarska tribe with the women, children, cattle and sheep of the Hulailie tribe.

After returning to the king's tent, he took the initiative to ask the outsider for the truth about why the outsider was there.