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

Baal once had an extremely glorious civilization, but the civil war during the Dark Age of Technology turned this paradise into a wasteland filled with radioactive dust.

Humanity's technological level has deteriorated dramatically, from the New Republic to Mad Max.

As civilization declines, ignorant religious beliefs revive.

But in the land of Baal, an ancient and pure belief, the worship of angels, is still preserved.

According to legend, Baal has two angels, the Golden Angel and the Black Angel.

The two angels fought each other constantly, and neither could completely crush the other.

The origins of this belief have long been lost in the long river of time.

But there is evidence that this belief was already prevalent on Baal and its satellites millions of years ago, when humans were still a primitive society on Terra, eating raw meat and drinking blood.

At that time, Baal was ruled by an alien race whose name has not even been passed down.

When human colonists set foot on Baal-I and Baal-II, Wop wasn't sure if the natives were scalped, but they certainly did so "voluntarily."

However, although the aliens have become extinct, the belief in angels has continued to this day.

Because the angels' faith is rooted in Baal and has nothing to do with civilization.

Humans in the Dark Age of Technology scoffed at the belief in angels, but mortals living in the wasteland of Baal-Saron regarded them as a lifeline.

At this moment, a "man" with divine power, holding two babies with wings on their backs, stood in front of them. Who would dare to say that he was not a god!

Wop: "Prepare me a quiet room."

Wop knew that these people had unrealistic misunderstandings about him, but he had no intention of correcting them now.

His mind was now occupied with only one thing: he had to find Sanguinius as soon as possible!

……

"Sit still! Don't move!"

Wop gently placed the two babies in his arms on the cushion, but they crawled towards him again, stumbling and falling, like baby birds attached to their nest.

Wop had to frown and give a harsh scolding.

This trick really worked. The "twins" stopped crawling forward and lay on the cushion, looking up at him with their round eyes.

However, in those two pairs of clear eyes, Wop actually caught a hint of grievance.

Wop's heart softened suddenly, but he immediately warned himself:

"It's fake, don't believe it! Angels are the best at pretending to be pitiful. Once their sinister nature kicks in, there's nothing they can't say or do."

"Don't get involved with these people, otherwise you'll think you did something wrong, as if you harmed him!"

"It's all their own fault, it's all their own fault!"

"Wow."

The angel on the left suddenly burst into tears, and the angel on the right immediately followed suit, with two lines of crystal tears rolling down from the corners of their eyes without any instruction.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

The cries of the two little angels came one after another, as if they were having a huge crying competition and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

Their voices were getting louder and louder, giving Wop a severe headache.

Although he had taught seven Primarchs and had extensive experience in teaching and training, and was confident that he could handle any situation with ease, he had never seen such a scene before!

"Cry, cry." Wop's face was icy, and there was a hint of danger in his voice. "I must make Angron copy this memory and share it with all the Primarchs!"

The angel on the right suddenly stopped crying, but his brother on the left was still wailing heartbreakingly. The shrill crying seemed to be contagious, causing the angel on the right, who had originally calmed down, to join the duet again.

No, we can't lose.

"I'm serious!" Wop threatened fiercely.

"Whoa!"

What responded to him was an even more intense crying. The twin angels were competing with each other, raising their crying to a decibel level that was decibel enough to make one's ears ring.

Woppe took back his former bold words.

He was wrong. He didn't like teaching children at all. He liked sensible children.

The Primarch was very sensible, and the children who struggled to survive in this dangerous world were also exceptionally precocious.

But not for babies! No means no!

Wop had no choice but to use his ultimate move: "Whoever stops first will be picked up by me!"

The little angel on the left seemed to have planned it in advance, and the crystal tears stopped abruptly the moment Wop's words came out.

His snow-white wings spread out with a swish, and he flew into Wop's arms at almost instantaneous speed, adjusting his sleeping position with peace of mind.

The little angel on the right was obviously a beat slower. Although he stopped sobbing, he still pouted his lips in grievance, and his wet eyes were filled with tears. Who wouldn't be confused when seeing this?

Wop's heart softened and he reached out to the aggrieved little angel.

The little angel suddenly smiled, flapped its wings happily, and dived into Wop's arms.

Wop lowered his eyes and looked at the two little angels in his arms who were kicking each other restlessly. Although he wanted to put them back on the cushion, he could only tighten his arms helplessly.

Let's keep our ears open.

Wop lowered his head and stared at the little angel on his left. "You knew what I was going to say, didn't you?"

The little angel raised her porcelain-white face, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her golden eyes were filled with pure innocence.

"Looking into my eyes! Answer me!"

Wop pinched the little angel's cheek with one hand, and his serious voice made the little angel restrain his playfulness.

Wop: "Did you predict the future?"

The little angel lowered his head meekly like a feather and nodded gently.

Wop's gaze turned to the little angel on his right, grabbing his chin and rubbing it. "What about you? Can you also foresee the future? Don't lie to me."

The little angel shook his head vigorously and huddled up in a ball in grievance like a baby bird drenched by rain.

Worp gazed at the cherub on his left. "If you were Sanguinius."

Wop slowly turned to the little angel on his right, "Then who are you?"

Wop is having a headache now. There can’t really be two date trees, right?

Each Primarch inherited some aspect of the Emperor's nature, which often formed an overwhelming quality in them, regardless of the amount of humanity they possessed.

Wokkan has abundant humanity, and his characteristics are protection and compassion, which better match the two.

Perturabo is not lacking in humanity, but his nature is twisted and internalized.

Sanguinius is gifted with a ruthlessness that is almost divine, but this ruthlessness is cleverly neutralized by his cunning and dark side, giving him an almost mischievous elegance.

From the beginning, Wop tended to believe that the one on the left was Sanguinius, and now he can basically conclude that the one on the left is Sanguinius.

The ability to predict, golden eyes, and this extraordinary talent for scheming, who else could it be but Sanguinius?

But the one he picked up first was the little angel on the right. They looked exactly the same, except for the eye and hair color. The one on the left had golden eyes and golden hair, while the one on the right had purple eyes and silver hair.

Even if we can now tell who Sanguinius is, who is the other little angel?

Could it be that, just like Alpharius, the Golden Angel and Black Angel of Baal's legend merged into the bodies of two Sanguinius respectively?

Wop stared at the quiet little angel in his arms, his brows furrowed.

"Do I really have to name you Sanguinor?" Wop muttered to himself.

Reason told him that this was probably an elaborate trap, but Wop couldn't possibly strangle him to death, could he? What if the purpose of the trap was to allow Wop to strangle him to death with his own hands?

What if Wop was wrong and the one on the right was actually Sanguinius?

Although the possibility is very low and personality and appearance can be faked, the nature of the subspace will not deceive.

Besides, Wop couldn't bear to be cruel.

Unless there is conclusive evidence that he is a born bad person like Erebus.

"Tell me who you are." Wop murmured softly, his voice filled with helplessness, "Otherwise I will have to name you Sanguinor."

The little angel on the right opened his wet purple eyes, tilted his head slightly, and his wings unconsciously folded and unfolded, as if thinking about this question.

But he was just born, how does he know who he is?

What is his name? What should his name be?

Sanguinho sounded nice, but his brother's name was Sanguinius, which made Sanguinho sound like an appendage of Sanguinius, which he didn't like.

But how can I get my father to change his name?

The little angel suddenly stretched out his chubby little hand and gently grasped Wop's index finger.

The moment Wop lowered his head, the weight in his arms suddenly lightened.

The little angel on the right disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a ball of flickering light.

The light flowed like liquid gold, and also flickered restlessly like a collapsed nebula.

The little angel on the left tilted his head, a halo of confusion flickering in his golden eyes.

How did his brother become like this?

But the light quickly reshaped itself into the shape of the little angel on the left, almost identical to him.

Furthermore, he connected the minds of Wop and Sanguinius.

……

"boom!"

"Run, Tuleya! Quick!"

Colin grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her as they stumbled towards the abandoned factory.

Soulax ran faster than any of them, and when they finally rushed into the abandoned factory, they worked together to close the door of the room, letting the storm rage outside.

The three of them slid down slowly to sit on the ground with their backs against the mottled concrete wall. Colin could feel his wife trembling violently in his arms.

Soulax took off his mask, and a miserable smile of surviving a disaster appeared on his face.

"What the hell!" Soulax spat fiercely. "We almost died here because of those legends that even children don't believe in!"

Colin silently hugged his trembling wife. He could understand his companion's anger.

Chemos is terrible.

Chemos has two suns, but is surrounded by a dust cloud.

So there was neither day nor night in Chemos, but only an eternal grey twilight, and the stars never shone.

Chemos lacks food, water and all the supplies needed for survival. The residents here must work in a recycling factory day after day, sucking moisture from the thin air and extracting food from yesterday's excrement to meet today's livelihood.

There is no entertainment, no art, and no leisure. They must maintain high efficiency to obtain the supply of Weibo to ensure that they will not starve to death.

Colin and the others are working.

Not long ago, a meteorite landed not far outside the walls of Kalek Fortress.

The Archons sent Colin and two others to investigate the impact site, hoping to find evidence of human survivors from other worlds.

They thought it was not a meteorite, but a spacecraft or satellite.

Every child in Chemos has heard the legend: they were once miners of the stars, trading metal for food from other worlds. Until one day, all the stargates suddenly went out, like snuffed candles.

During that initial period, many people died and many factories were forced to close.

Only the recycling factories necessary for survival were kept running, and the archons who controlled these factories became the rulers of Chemos.

Colin: "Soulax, save your energy. There's no point in complaining. We'll set off once the storm is over."

If they fail to complete the tasks assigned by the consul, all three of them will face severe punishment.

As soon as the storm subsided, the three of them set off immediately.

In Chemos, a barren wasteland where even excrement is recycled, there are almost no threats to life in the wild.

They moved along the planned route, and before long, the pure white nursery cabin came into view.

The steaming wreckage lay quietly in the center of the crater, and in the incubator, they saw a flickering light.