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

Chapter 149 Hehe, No Hehe (5K)

"My God." The old patriarch Albert bowed and stood outside the door. "This is the priestess you asked me to select. She is the youngest, purest, and most beautiful girl in the tribe."

"My God." The girl behind him knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold tiles, anxiously waiting for Wop's verdict.

Albert was very pious, and Wop was difficult to clam.

Because he was busy teaching the angels, he had no time to deal with trivial matters.

And he is not a saint. Since he holds power, he will not pretend to be noble.

So he casually asked the old patriarch for a woman who could cook and clean, and Albert brought his "priest" to him.

I just want a maid and a cook, not a hentai party.

Who gave you permission to add so many qualifiers? Do you think I'm Zeus?

"I'm not God!" Wop was very tired. He didn't want to repeat himself, but he had to repeat himself over and over again.

“My God,” Albert hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed madly, his body trembling violently, “but how have we neglected you?”

"This is an objective fact, and it has nothing to do with you!" Wop sighed. He knew that he couldn't explain it to Albert. "Forget it, I accept the man. But from now on, don't call me God. Call me Lord."

Bawei and his companions have suffered enough, and they cannot change their habit of believing in God in a short time.

Being too tough will only backfire. Just wait until the Primarch grows up and the Empire descends on Baal, and everything will be fine!

"Yes, my Lord." Albert finally felt relieved. As long as God didn't blame them, it would be fine.

Wop waved his hand to signal the old patriarch to retreat, his eyes falling on the girl who was still kneeling on the ground, "What's your name?"

"Karin."

Wop: "Get up, you will live here from now on and be responsible for daily cleaning and three meals a day, do you understand?"

"Understood, my Lord."

Karin straightened her knees and then knelt back down again.

Although there are many qualifiers for Karin, in Wop's eyes, she is not as good as Dorothy and Claudia, nor as good as Claudia's maid group, or even as good as Mira and Kleist.

But here on Baal, all the non-mutated girls are beauties.

Moreover, Wop doesn't have any requirements for the cook's appearance, as long as she doesn't hurt the eyes.

He is not Zeus who holds a hentai party every day. If he wanted to hold a hentai party, he would have started one in Nuceria a long time ago. Who can compare to Claudia in terms of beauty?

"No!" Wop suddenly frowned. "Why do I keep thinking about Claudia lately? Am I suppressing myself?"

Fulgrim blinked his violet eyes. Who was his father thinking of? His mother?

For some reason, Fulgrim could not remember what his mother looked like.

wrong.

Fulgrim tilted his head slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Where did his mother come from?

Sanguinius tilted his head slightly, suspecting something was wrong with his brother.

He could feel that Fulgrim seemed to have something more and something less than him.

But it shouldn't be a bad thing...right?

……

"Today we are telling the story of 'Elegy in the Purple Court'!"

Wop slammed the table, and the two little angels listened attentively.

"In the chaotic Tang Dynasty 30K, the new emperor, Nisimin, unified Chang'an, which was divided among the feudal lords."

"Nicer has twenty princes and has formed twenty legions for his sons, determined to recover the lost territories of the empire in one fell swoop."

"The general of the Third Legion is called She Fujin, a handsome man with silver hair. He led the legion on numerous campaigns, recovering vast territories for the Tang Dynasty. He enjoyed a high status and honor within the empire, and enjoyed excellent relationships with his fellow legionnaires, earning him the reputation of the Purple Court Phoenix."

"Among the twenty brothers, the one with whom he had the best relationship was the tenth prince, Fei Mamei. Initially, their relationship was not harmonious. Fei Mamei thought that Lady Snake was a frivolous woman, while Lady Snake compared Fei Mamei to a Gorgon."

"But their relationship quickly intensified during their repeated duels, and they soon became close friends. They did their best to forge a divine weapon for each other. She Fujin forged a thunder hammer for Fei Mamei, and Fei Mamei prepared a flaming sword for She Fujin."

"One day, for political reasons, the empire wanted to make the barbarian empire known as the Ra people its vassal. But Lady Snake roared, 'Anyone who invades the Tang territory will be defeated by Fu!'"

"He went against the will of the Empire and led his legion eastward. After suffering heavy casualties, he annihilated the Seraph Empire and seized an exquisitely carved rapier inlaid with an amethyst gem from a Seraph temple."

"Snake Lady regarded the stabbing sword as her most precious trophy, wearing it close to her body all day long. But she didn't know that the sword was home to a bewitching demon, and the tragedy began from that moment."

"Snake Fujin is a perfectionist. He wants himself to be perfect, and he wants his army to be perfect too. He often compares his army with other armies. This is healthy competition and harmless."

"Under the influence of the whispers of the piercing sword, Lady Snake became increasingly extreme, her pursuit of perfection becoming increasingly pathological. Ultimately, under the instigation of her other close brother, the Sixteenth Prince and War Marshal He Lushan, Lady Snake betrayed her father."

"On the fifth day, the war commander He Lushan summoned his soldiers and swore an oath to kill the false emperor."

"History says, Fengtian Jingnan!"

"The Helushan Rebellion was unprecedented in its impact. Nine generals led their legions to rebel against the empire."

"Snake Fu Jin tried to persuade his best friend Fei Mamei to surrender, but Fei Mamei was too loyal to the false emperor to listen. He was also ordered by the Seventh Prince, the Imperial Governor Luo Panshi, to try to encircle and suppress the three legions that initially declared rebellion."

"Fei Mamei confronted Lady Snake, vowing to kill his brother to avenge the disgrace. However, the sword took advantage of the situation and took control of Lady Snake's body, brutally beheading his brother."

"From then on, Mrs. Snake could never look back."

"His fall was so swift that even his brothers who rebelled with him were caught off guard."

"Snake Fujin was once a noble Purple Court Phoenix, but in just a few years he transformed into a twisted and depraved snake monster, addicted to pleasure and debauchery."

"He didn't care about the Legion, nor did he care about the rebellion. He was neither high nor low. But he didn't care. His former pride was long gone. He still pursued perfection, but it was no longer a pursuit of self-improvement, but a pursuit of perfect pleasure and indulgence."

"End of story?"

Little Fulgrim raised his wet eyes, his childish voice laced with a hint of hoarseness as he cried.

"Dad, am I going to turn into a basilisk?"

The Primarchs had different personalities, but there were no fools among them.

Both Fulgrim and Sanguinius understood what Wop meant, that the Serpent Lady he was referring to was Fulgrim.

Fulgrim was the Primarch, but he was only a child now.

Sanguinius has led him astray again, and now he cries at the slightest provocation.

Wop whispered soothingly, "It's just a cautionary tale."

Fulgrim clutched Worp's sleeve. "Will it become a reality?"

"Yes, and no." Wop lifted Fulgrim's tearful face and gently wiped away the tears from his eyes. "Allegory is the future that has not yet become reality, but the future has millions of possible trajectories. The trajectory you will take depends on who you want to be."

Young Fulgrim sobbed softly, "Dad, I don't want to turn into a basilisk."

Wop: "So what should you do?"

Young Fulgrim asked pitifully, "Will you not help me?"

Wop sighed softly, "I'll help you, but I can't stop you."

"Then I won't take that sword!"

"Is that enough?"

“I don’t pursue perfection anymore!”

"It's just going from one extreme to another. There's nothing wrong with striving for perfection."

"Dad, what should I do?"

Wop: "I won't give you answers. Any answers will only impose shackles on you. Shackles will not bind you forever, but will only become a barrier between us. So, you must find your own way."

Fulgrim's voice trembled with tears. "What if I can't find it?"

"Then let's make a promise," Wop extended his pinky finger. "No matter which path you ultimately choose, I will be with you. I'm not your guide, but I will always believe that you can find the best path. This is my promise."

"Then I," Fulgrim's slender little finger tightly hooked around Wop's thumb, and he lifted up the tear-stained little face, "I also promise you, father, I will not fall, never!"

"I promise too." Sanguinius also extended his slender little finger. "I will always protect my brother, because we are brothers!"

Fulgrim glared at him and asked, "Mind your own business!"

Sanguinius smiled sweetly, hehe.

Wop leaned over and took the twins' hands, pressing their palms together. "You are brothers. I hope you will always remember the promise you made today and always help each other."

"So," Wop's voice suddenly turned serious, "let's move on to 'Angel's Fall', the story of General Shengchan of the Ninth Legion."

After talking about the third brother, we must also talk about the ninth brother. We can’t favor one over the other!

Sanguinius' smile froze, no longer smiling.

Fulgrim laughed happily, hehe.

"The general of the Ninth Legion, Sheng-chan, is so perfect that all his brothers are jealous. Even the general of the Third Legion, the ever-perfect Snake Lady, feels inferior to him."

Fulgrim tugged on Wop's sleeve and shook him gently, his voice filled with soft protest, "Dad, can you change your name?"

Wop flicked Fulgrim's forehead with his finger. "It's just a story. Don't worry about this detail."

"Before Saint-chan's return, the Ninth Legion was the most unpopular legion in the Empire. This was because the Ninth Legion enjoyed cannibalism, and when their blood thirst struck, they would transform into bloodthirsty monsters that could not distinguish between friend and foe, and it was common for them to attack friendly forces."

"Upon his return, Sheng-chan knelt before his scion and pledged his loyalty to his legion. His scion was greatly inspired, and Sheng-chan transformed the former ghoul into a noble angel."

"However, the curse of bloodthirst is always the sword of Damocles hanging over the Ninth Legion, threatening to destroy the entire legion at any time. And unfortunately, Shengjiang has already sworn allegiance to his legion."

"Shengjiang is perfect and will never break his oath. However, many legionnaires inevitably fall into the bloodthirst, and Shengjiang has to end their lives with his own hands."

"The Ninth Legion is seen as a symbol of perfection, but in reality, it's not perfect. Besides the curse of bloodthirst, it's also because their perfection is a facade. The Ninth Legion may appear perfect, but many of its soldiers are often more arrogant than those of other legions."

"They hold mortals in contempt, even other Space Marines and Primarchs, in contempt because they are 'perfect'."

Fulgrim couldn't help but question: "Can this be called perfect?"

"A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. When everyone thinks they are perfect, they themselves will believe the carefully woven lie."

"What about Saint-chan?"

"Sheng-chan is also deeply trapped in this. He himself is the biggest victim of 'perfection'. Whether he realizes the danger or not, he cannot deny it because he carries too many expectations."

"When the Kiye Heart Rebellion broke out."

Fulgrim raised his small hand, his childish voice hesitant, "Wasn't Horusan the traitor?"

"This is an alternate timeline. In this timeline, the one who betrayed was not the Sixteenth Prince He Lushan, but the Thirteenth Prince Ji Bobo."

Sanguinius: "Isn't it Gibberish Heart?"

"Kiyexin is also known as Kibobo."

"Anyway, the rebellion has broken out again, and half of the original..."

Fulgrim suddenly reminded: "General."

"Indeed, General." Wop's fingers gently threaded through Fulgrim's silver hair, the little angel narrowing his amethyst eyes like a petted cat. "Half of the generals, led by Kiye Heart, betrayed the people of Ness. The most heartbreaking fall among them was none other than Saint-chan of the Ninth Legion."

Sanguinius raised his childish face. "Because of his Legion?"

"Yes, because of his legion." Wop sighed softly, "Whether it was the Kiyexin Rebellion or the Holusan Rebellion, Shengjiang would pay the price because of his legion."

"No matter which timeline, Sheng-chan is willing to pay any price to save his legion. Unfortunately, the way to save the legion does exist. It just requires asking God for help."

"Every god responded to him. They all promised Saint-chan that if he was willing to serve them, they would lift the curse of the Ninth Legion."

"They do have this power, even if not in the way that Sheng-chan would like. And all it takes is a small sacrifice, just for Sheng-chan to kneel before them."

"And no matter who Sheng-chan bows to, he and the Ninth Legion will be doomed."

Sanguinius asked softly, "Father, doesn't he realize that such betrayal will not save his Legion?"

Shengjiang used his own degradation to redeem the Legion, but how could his Legion allow Shengjiang to fall? They would only fall with Shengjiang!

How is this salvation?

It's obviously a very simple thing, why can't Shengjiang understand it?

Wop: "Maybe it's because of obsession. He's been cursed for his entire life, and he really wants to be free."

The fate of the entire legion and a hundred thousand descendants rests on him. They all look at Shengjiang with expectant eyes, but Shengjiang can do nothing about it.

This tremendous mental pressure lasted for hundreds of years. Wop was not making excuses for Shengjiang, but if it were him, he would have started it long ago.