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

But they are not completely without chance.

Neos looked at Wop, Wop looked at Mortarion, and Mortarion looked at his brood.

……

"Snapped!"

Huron Farr suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard, the kind in power armor.

"I'm so damned good!"

He growled hoarsely, blood and broken teeth spurting out of his mouth.

"We all deserve to die!" Jialuo gritted his teeth, but swallowed his anger back into his stomach, "But now is not the time!"

They are innocent, but they are ashamed!

Mortarion had no habit of showing his scars to others, but he showed them to them because they were his trusted sons.

But no one outside the Death Guard can know this.

This is the shame of the Death Guard and a secret that the Death Guard must keep!

Farr's face was bitter and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

This is different, he deserves to die more than Gala!

He actually hesitated between the Primarch and the Emperor, and even chose the Emperor in the end!

Snapped!

Farr slapped himself again to make the swollen sides of his face symmetrical.

He deserves to die!

How could he hesitate?

When the Emperor and the Primarch clash, who does he choose?

Is there any need to ask the answer? It must be the Primarch!

Besides, conflict is conflict and does not mean betrayal.

The Emperor was the Primarch's father, so how could he betray his father? Would the Death Guard betray their father?

No, they would not betray the Primarch, and the Primarch would never betray their father!

Those crazy speculations were completely caused by the evil god, it's all the fault of the damn evil god!

"You seem to be in distress?" Typhon noticed the abnormality of the two Space Marines and came over.

Behind them, the entire Death Guard Legion was busy like an ant colony, winding from the Hell Pass to the top of the mountain surrounded by poison barriers, where they would build a legion fortress.

It used to be the throne where the Supreme Overlord overlooked the mortal world, but now it will become the middle finger of the Death Guard to declare war on the gods!

However, due to the high efficiency of the Death Guard and the Adeptus Mechanicus, the original Barbarus Death Guard were collectively unemployed.

Although the Space Marines did not interfere with the mortal works out of courtesy, when they witnessed the Empire's almost miraculous construction efficiency with their own eyes, these proud warriors tore down the newly built walls with their own hands.

They were silently clearing the ruins to prevent these shoddy works from slowing down the overall progress.

Garro's gaze slowly fell on the young man, "I remember you, your name is, Typhon?"

"Karas Typhon." Typhon extended his hand generously.

"Nathaniel Garro." Nathaniel stretched out his hand and shook hands with the mortal, only lightly touching the other's palm with his fingertips.

It's not that he's being disrespectful, but the power armor is too powerful, and even the slightest exertion could hurt Typhon.

"Huron Farr."

Typhon and Fal also shook hands, moving closer to the two without any restraint, "What were you talking about?"

Garo and Fal were both silent. This was the secret of the Legion.

Even though Typhon is a comrade of Genefather, and even though Typhon will join the Death Guard in the future, this secret should not be revealed to outsiders before he officially joins.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it." Typhon's tone remained relaxed and natural. "But you seem to be a little exhausted. Can we talk about this?"

Farr: "Internal friction?"

"Mental exhaustion," Typhon explained with a smile. "That's what my teacher taught me. Mental exhaustion refers to an individual's repeated speculation, contemplation, and analysis of the possible negative causes or consequences of unknown and uncertain events. This excessive repetitive thinking consumes and occupies the individual's cognitive resources, causing them to feel mentally exhausted and unable to complete other tasks. This leads to procrastination and resistance to action, further inducing negative emotions like anxiety and depression."

"The biggest problem of internal friction is thinking too much and doing too little, which ultimately leads to a vicious cycle of self-deprecation, inner sensitivity, and further self-deprecation, which ultimately leads to serious mental illness."

Jia Luo was silent for a long time, and finally asked hoarsely from between broken teeth: "How to solve it?"

Typhon was confident: "It's simple. Instead of reflecting on myself, I blame others."

"No matter what's causing your internal exhaustion, you can solve the problem by killing him!"

"What if I can't do it?"

"Then curse him to death! The point is to vent, not to let the person being cursed hear it! Especially for those who are angry, if they don't vent it for a long time, it will cause problems."

"How to vent?" This time it was Far's turn to ask in a hoarse voice.

"Just like this—" Typhon took a deep breath, "Father, fuck your mother!"

Jia Luo: "Who is the loving father?"

Typhon: "It's not a human, it's a god. He's the culprit who turned Barbarus into what he is today. I shout this a thousand times every morning. You can try it too. It will make you feel much better after shouting it."

Even though some things that made him unhappy afterwards were not done by his loving father, who cares? As long as he felt comfortable scolding him, that's fine!

Your father is not a good person, so what's wrong with taking the blame?

Letting you take the blame is a sign of respect for you, so don’t be ungrateful!

Jialuo and Fal exchanged a look and roared at the same time: "Father, fuck your mother!"

……

"You taught me this too?"

Although Neos's eyes and tone did not change, Wop always felt that Neos's eyes were like ice, staring coldly at him.

Wop put on a mask of pain. He wanted to argue that it was not the case, but that was the fact.

He was indeed the source.

But can you blame him?

He really didn't teach Typhon to use swear words to solve everything!

Wop took a long time to say, "It's better to be dirty than to be dirty physically and mentally, right?"

Typhon only has a dirty mouth, but his body and mind are very clean. Is there anything wrong with that?

As for the Death Guard, they learned to be bad on their own and it has nothing to do with Wop!

It's better to turn the Death Guard into foul-mouthed kings than to let them degenerate into filth bags.

"Dirty words are the sewage outlet of the soul, and you can't feel relieved until you vent them!"

That's right, that's it!

Wop gradually gained confidence. Not only was he innocent, but he actually made some contributions!

A dirty mouth is better than a dirty body, and a dirty body is better than a dirty heart.

Those who appear to be righteous in words may be very dirty in their hearts!

The emperor has a dirty heart, a thousand-year-old silver coin.

Look at Typhon, what do you call it?

This is called a pure heart and speaking frankly!

Besides, Mortarion doesn’t care, so why should you, the Emperor, say anything?

The emperor did not say much, but just asked the question lightly, without making any comment.

"What will become of my Legion?"

Mortarion was in a trance. How long had Garro and Fal known Typhon? How had they fallen so far?

What will happen if we allow this trend to continue?

Is this still Death Guard?

How would the other legions laugh at them when they fought alongside them?

What would his brothers think of him?

Would they suspect that there was something wrong with Wop's education?

No, they are all people who have received Wop's education. They will only suspect his personal qualities and will not implicate Wop.

If that were the case, Mortarion didn't really care about being misunderstood.

If his brother was so shallow, then he had no intention of making friends with him.

Although they were all taught by the same father, there were differences in closeness between the sons.

As far as the brothers he knew, he didn't like them very much except Rus and Chagatai Khan.

It’s not that I don’t like it, nor do I hate it, I just don’t like it that much.

They were all wonderful, all human, all as tough as he was, but they were all so naive.

Just like a child.

Although in terms of age, they are indeed children.

But they are the originals, and originals should be more mature instead of pestering their parents for hugs all day long.

Especially Angron, he hasn't grown up yet. Mortarion can see what he is thinking from tens of thousands of light years away!

"Dear father, fuck your mother!"

At first it was just Garro and Fal's roar, but soon the other Death Guard joined in.

They heard the vulgar curses and frowned at the behavior of the two legion leaders. The Gene-Father and the Emperor are here, how can you be so vulgar? Can you have a little bit of manners?

But Typhon cursed him a thousand times every day, and it had become a spectacle, known to every member of the resistance. The Death Guard also quickly learned the meaning of "kind father" from the mortals of the resistance.

Then the whole legion was roaring.

"Dear father, fuck your mother!"

Mortarion remained silent.

Is he going to stop it?

But they were scolding their loving father, why should he stop them?

Besides, didn’t they feel good when they cursed? He felt good listening to them too.

Mainly because he had done it himself.

Anyway, you are scolding your kind father, so just scold him. Scolding your kind father doesn’t count as scolding.

The loving Father himself is the biggest cesspool. Calling Him a cesspool is actually praising His love of cleanliness. He might even be disgusted with you for muttering about Him.

For something like this, cursing him is considered light.

Moreover, the loving father was born and raised in the subspace and has no parents at all.

Can cursing the xylophone that does not exist be considered cursing?

Since he wasn't yelling or cursing, why should he stop him?

The loving Father does not have a xylophone, and they call Him a xylophone, which is a blessing to Him!

I wish the motherless father can have a xylophone!

Shouldn't the loving father thank them?

But even if the loving father thanked him, the Death Guard would not accept it.

Because Mortarion could imagine how his loving father would express his gratitude, which would be nothing more than a mountain of shit and a sea of ​​snow.

It’s better to leave that kind of thing for the loving father to eat slowly.

Wop: "Nyos, you should leave. Chagatai Khan is waiting for you."

Neos: "What about you?"