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

Chagatai Khan humbly asked, "How can I ensure that my honor does not deteriorate?"

"The key is, what are you pursuing honor for?"

Chagatai Khan was silent for a long time. "What should I pursue?"

Wop: "Honor must be based on something. Race, civilization, country, loyalty, emperor—these are the cornerstones of honor. But anything taken to the extreme will degenerate. If honor itself is the cornerstone, so-called honor is just a castle in the air, and degeneration is inevitable."

The Horus Heresy in 30K was caused by the corruption of the Word Bearers, which further corrupted Horus, but the reason why they were able to rally the support of the masses was also because of honor.

They do not think that they have betrayed the Empire, but rather that it is the Empire that has betrayed the honor of the Space Marines and that they are the righteous side.

This is Grand Astarteism.

Even within the Loyalist faction, Grand Astartes doctrine became prevalent with the spread of warrior societies, and the White Scars even rebelled because of this.

The root of the problem can be attributed to the word honor.

The Space Marine Legions have received too many honors, and they complacently believe that they conquered the Empire, but the Emperor did not give them the corresponding status in the Parliament. If this is not betrayal, what is it?

The reason why most of the Terran people in all the legions are loyalists is because they all came from Terra, and it was the Emperor rather than the Primarch who educated them.

The Emperor's education told them that the Great Crusade was for the revival of human civilization, which was the original intention of their pursuit of honor.

Moreover, many of these warriors are veterans of the Zentella Unification War. They know very well what the Emperor is doing, and what the Emperor says about reviving human civilization is by no means empty talk.

The Space Marines of the Primarch's home planet pursue honor more to gain their father's recognition, and have little attachment to the collective interest of the revival of human civilization.

Although both sides are pursuing honor, their purposes in pursuing honor are completely different.

In the eyes of the Custodes, it was the Space Marines' morbid pursuit of honor that sparked the Heresy, and this is not an unfounded speculation.

Honor keeps Space Marines loyal, but it also leads them to betrayal.

The reason why many chapters in 40K have deteriorated is that over the past ten thousand years they have gradually become obsessed with the pursuit of honor. Many chapters simply don't remember the original intention of establishing the Space Marine chapters. The Iron Hands is the most typical case.

This is just like some extreme religious groups who forget the religious teachings about teaching people to be good and only remember that they cannot eat certain kinds of meat.

If we understand it one-sidedly, we can even think that the Emperor did not educate the Primarchs well, and the Primarchs did not educate the Space Marines well, which led to the disaster that almost destroyed human civilization!

This shows the significance of education!

The Emperor has made indelible contributions to the establishment of the human empire.

But Wop's contribution is also indispensable in building the Primarchs and Space Marine Legions of the new era!

"I appreciate your advice." Chagatai Khan bowed his head slightly. "Everything has its own red lines that cannot be crossed. This is also a form of compromise."

Of all the principles Wop taught, Chagatai Khan favored compromise the most.

Compromise may not be the best, but it will definitely not be wrong, and the direction can be adjusted in time.

The corners of Wop's mouth rose slightly, and a glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes.

Although Chagatai Khan only regarded him as a mentor and not a father, Wop was not addicted to being a father.

The growth of Chagatai Khan was his best reward, not the primarch's vanity of calling him father.

If he taught them just to get the Primarch to call him father, wouldn't he be a negative example?

Is he qualified to teach the Primarch?

It’s better to go home and take a shower and go to bed!

This would cause the least harm to the empire.

"Khan!" Qin Xia galloped over, "They refuse to surrender."

"Then we'll massacre the city."

A cold arc appeared at the corner of Chagatai Khan's mouth.

With dozens of stubbornly resisting city-states reduced to scorched earth under the iron hoofs as examples before him, and with the earnest exhortations of the captured nobles, he had not met anyone who refused to surrender for a long time.

The Qiexue army surged like a black tide and stopped abruptly when it reached a thousand meters outside the city. They just watched silently, watching their Khan riding his horse alone towards the dying city.

"Shoot! Fire!" the guard on the city wall roared at the top of his lungs.

In an instant, the roar of muskets and the vibration of bowstrings tore through the sky, and lead bullets and arrows intertwined into a web of death.

However, the sword in the Khan's hand was like a whirling hurricane, and all the fatal attacks were shattered into pieces by this hurricane.

In a short moment, Chagatai Khan was standing at the city gate.

The tightened reins made Zhan neigh, and the Khan rolled over to the ground, punching the heavy oak gate with tremendous force.

"boom!"

As the defenders watched in horror, the city gate shattered like fragile tissue paper.

Amidst the flying wood chips and smoke, the figure of a four-meter-tall giant gradually became clear, and the shadow he cast enveloped the entire section of the city wall in a dead silence.

At that moment, morale collapsed.

"We surrender, we surrender!"

The sounds of iron helmets and scimitars hitting the bricks were continuous, and the soldiers knelt on the ground trembling and begging bitterly.

But the thunder of iron hooves had reached the city gates, and it was too late.

"You can't surrender only when you're losing."

Chagatai Khan was a man of his word and would massacre a city if he said so.

Chapter 141 Erda is a dog that wins easily (5K)

"It's so ugly."

Mortarion stood in front of the observation deck of the Endurance and coldly made the above comments about his home planet.

The orange-yellow sphere floating in the void looked like a large mass left behind in the real universe. Mortarion instinctively disliked it.

Why did his home planet become like this?

"It must have been done by my kind father, fuck your kind father!" Typhon made full use of his talent in C language and poured out his anger.

Because Wop would never like such a world, they all hate him.

Mother planet?

If even your father doesn’t like you, what kind of mother planet are you?

It’s better to blow it up!

Wop gazed at the orange-yellow planet and sighed softly, "Perhaps thousands of years ago, she also possessed an enchanting beauty."

This is basically the case with human civilization.

In the Golden Age, every world humanity colonized had a reason for existing.

Either it is livable, a crystallization of technology, or a curiosity.

Humanity has always cherished Terra; until the Age of Strife, it was a beautiful blue-green planet, as was Mars.

But in just a few thousand years, humans have turned it into a dried-up monstrosity.

The Emperor had the power to repair Terra, but he must focus on military matters.

He had too little time, and the cost of transforming Terra was too high. Rational thinking would not allow him to waste precious resources on Terra, even though she was the home planet of mankind.

Barbarus is different, she is the home planet of the Primarch.

The Primarch would not view things completely rationally, and the Emperor would also give his sons some preferences and allow them a little willfulness.

Typhon stared at his ugly home planet, his voice low and firm: "Teacher, we will give her a new life, I promise!"

Mortarion slowly turned his head and looked down at Typhon. "Promise? What promise can you give?"

The Death Guard is his Legion, the Adeptus Mechanicus came for him, and all the resources are obtained because of him. On what basis are you making promises to your father? And you're even stealing his lines!

Mortarion's voice was icy: "Typhon, you should go for surgery."

Typhon was silent for a moment. He murmured, "Teacher, will I die?"

The Death Guard of Barbarus were now undergoing Space Marine conversion surgery, but many of them were already over the standard age limit for conscription.

It was only because they were comrades of the Primarch that they were granted this honor and permission to waste resources.

Even though they knew that the mortality rate for adults transformed into Space Marines was alarmingly high, Barbarus's Death Guard did not hesitate at all, and no one regretted it.

Only by becoming Space Marines would they be qualified to continue accompanying Mortarion.

Typhon was supposed to go into surgery with them, but his surgery was postponed.

Wop reassured him with a firm tone: "No."

Typhon's dim eyes suddenly lit up with hope, and his voice was filled with trembling anticipation, "Really?"

"Did I lie to you? Don't worry, you won't die."

Wop is quite confident.

The limitations and mortality rates of Space Marine transformation surgeries are for mortals to see.

But is Typhon a mortal?

No one who has a name in Warhammer is a mortal!

Wop has never seen anyone with a name and surname fail in transformation surgery!

Wop stared at Typhon's tense face and suddenly chuckled, "Are you worried about your alien genes? Don't worry, there are many people in the human gene pool who are more alien than you."

Typhon whispered, "Really?"

Wop smiled and said, "Of course it's true. If we use the strictest standards, I'm afraid there are no more humans left in the human empire."

Space Marines are the Emperor's masterpiece, but not everyone is qualified to be transformed into a Space Marine. If there are no restrictions, the mortality rate of transformation surgery is at least 99%.

Even though age restrictions and genetic testing have screened out 99% of people, the procedures for recruit transformation surgery are becoming more and more mature, and the mortality rate is getting lower and lower, it is still not zero.

Because the human body at 30K is just amazing!

The genetic similarity between people is only 25%, and the Legion relies on this 25% original human genetic sequence to screen those who are interested.

However, this also means that even if the candidate's qualification rate is 100%, only 25% of its gene segments meet the requirements.

The remaining 75% of the genome contains countless uncontrollable variables, including undetected recessive gene mutations, abnormal epigenetic modifications, and even a seemingly harmless non-coding sequence, which may trigger rejection of the implanted organ or collapse of the gene seed.

The 30K human genes can be called a mountain of shit code, with no program and only bugs.

It's a miracle that this program can still run, and the programmer should be thankful. Rash modifications will only lead to a systemic collapse.

If you want to analyze these 75% of genes, it is completely a fantasy.

Human genes are terrifyingly inclusive, mixed with a large number of alien genes, such as the genetic fragments of the Eldar, Orcs, and other messy, known or unknown aliens.

There is neither time nor technology to analyze these patchwork and forcibly stitched-together genetic fragments.

Some aliens have long been extinct, and even the original templates are nowhere to be found.

Even if these intercepted gene fragments were beneficial to humans at the beginning, the gene fragments of different races would affect each other, which would inevitably lead to various mutations. In addition, the subspace pollution would take advantage of the situation, resulting in completely irregular gene mutations.

The key to a comparative experiment is to control variables, but human genes are all variables, so it’s impossible to put together a control group!

The Emperor would not allow anyone to waste precious time and resources on this pile of shitty code, because as long as humans successfully ascend to a psychic race, human genes will naturally complete self-purification due to convergent evolution, and then all mankind will transform into "new humans."

Any attempt to cleanse the human genome would be a waste of resources.

The essence of the Space Marine transformation operation is to forcibly implant a set of plug-ins into this pile of shitty code, and ensure that the program can run more smoothly than before.

From the perspective of genetic compatibility, Ms. Astarte's technical level can be called a miracle of bioengineering!

The gene seed system she designed only requires a 25% baseline matching rate to operate stably, just like building a towering tower on the crumbling mountain of human shit code!

Although there are strict age limits for transformation surgeries, and the modified organs implanted in Space Marines contain non-human genes, humans themselves have too many bugs, resulting in even pharmacists often not being able to figure out how the rejection reaction actually occurs.

But Ms. Astarte still deserves the reputation of the Mother of Genes, and is much stronger than the Mother of the Primarch next door - Ms. Astarte won the MVP, and Erda just won without any effort!

Typhon's worries are totally non-existent!

"Then, teacher..." Typhon's voice trembled slightly, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his dim eyes, "When I wake up from the operation, will I be able to see you again?"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

This usually resolute warrior now acted like a child afraid of being abandoned, even breathing cautiously.

Everyone misunderstood him. He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of the unknown fate on the operating table. What really frightened him was not being able to see that familiar figure after waking up!