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

Fulgrim: "That's not liberation, it's escape. Saint-chan isn't perfect. If Serpent-Snake Fu-jin knew the truth, he wouldn't begrudge such a Saint-chan!"

Sanguinius did not deny that it was not a relief, nor was it redemption.

Just like his brother, Shengchan is just corrupting himself and escaping his responsibilities. He has been trapped by the Legion and the curse for too long!

The inducement for Snake Lady's rebellion was the sword, but Shengjiang was not tempted by the sword. His betrayal was even more despicable than Snake Lady's!

How can such a person be called perfect?

Sanguinius had no intention of criticizing Saint-chan, but Saint-chan was indeed not perfect. The so-called perfection, just like the noble image of the Ninth Legion, was a fake from the very beginning!

Sanguinius lowered his eyes. "It's low self-esteem."

"Who?" Fulgrim tilted his head slightly.

Sanguinius whispered, "Holy-chan."

"He was never perfect, yet he carried the expectations of the entire legion and was regarded by everyone as a symbol of perfection."

"It's like someone standing on the edge of a cliff. Their legs are clearly shaking and weak, but when the whole world believes you can fly, who would dare to admit that they are afraid of heights?"

"Shengjiang has lived in low self-esteem and fear all his life."

"He feared that his perfect mask would be torn apart, that the cursed blade would destroy his army, and that the ugly scars hidden beneath his pure white wings would be revealed."

"Because he has low self-esteem, he doesn't dare let anyone see his true self. He's afraid that if he loses this perfect facade, he'll be left with nothing."

"He doesn't trust anyone and is afraid that people will love him for his perfection rather than for who he is."

"The harder he tried to maintain a perfect facade, the more he realized his own flaws, and the more he felt inferior and fearful."

Wop thinks that Sanguinius is a black guy, but since Sanguinius personally commented on San-chan, what else can he say?

Go ahead and criticize me! Go ahead and criticize me! The smeared Saint has lost his confidence, abandoned his legion, and destroyed the Tang Dynasty. I'm just playing along with you guys!

Fulgrim: "Then his life must be very tiring!"

Sanguinius: "Sheng-chan and Fu-jin Snake, they are both very tired."

"They're clearly not strong, clearly not perfect, yet they still try to act like they're strong. The people behind them are fueling the flames, but no one tells them that it's okay to be imperfect."

"Father." Sanguinius raised his golden eyes, filled with expectation. His voice was soft, yet it carried the stubbornness and anticipation of a child. "Can you tell me?"

"Then let me give you a message." Wop gently wiped away Sanguinius's tears. "As long as you accept your own weakness, you will be invincible."

“Only when you admit that you are afraid can fear not control you; only when you accept that you are not perfect can you not be defeated by perfection!”

The more you deny your flaws, the more you will be defeated by them.

If you can't face yourself and correct your shortcomings, how can you be called perfect?

Chapter 150: I see that angel as a dead bone in a grave, not worth worrying about (5K)

"Fake, it's all fake!"

Gibson curled up in bed, a hoarse growl coming out of his throat, "There is no God! He's just a liar! A dirty mutant!"

Honor, admiration, and Karin, all of these should have belonged to him, but that dirty mutant stole everything from him!

Gibson's eyes were bloodshot. He had to expose the true face of the mutant. He wanted everyone to see that the mutant was not a god at all. He had to take back his lost glory with his own hands!

"But what can I do?"

A bitter look appeared on Gibson's lips. He could do nothing.

The two small mutants with wings were no threat, but the big mutant could immobilize him with just a wave of his hand.

How can he reveal his true face?

Reality poured a bucket of cold water on Gibson. He could not fight the mutants by force, so he had to seek external help.

But where does he get the foreign aid?

The villagers worshipped mutants as gods, and they would never agree to his crazy plan. Those ignorant villagers would only regard him as a heretic who tried to kill God.

Killing God!

This word made Gibson's heart surge. If he could really kill the god, he would definitely be able to take back the glory that belonged to him, and perhaps he could even become a new god!

Gibson imagined the scene where all the tribesmen would kneel at his feet, old Albert would crawl at his feet and kiss his boots, and Karin would serve him loyally, and the prerequisite for all this was to kill the mutants!

Gibson couldn't do it, but the world might.

The people of Baal understand the dangers of Baal better than anyone else. Perhaps that thing can help him.

……

"Karin, let's go out for a minute and get lunch ready before we come back."

"As you command, my lord."

The girl knelt on the ground with her forehead pressed against the ground.

She didn't dare look up until the sound of Wop's footsteps gradually faded away.

She was not afraid of the Lord God. The Lord God treated her very kindly. Not only did he never criticize her for her mistakes as a priest, he even allowed her to sit at the table for meals.

But every time she faced Wop, she had to bear enormous psychological pressure. It was the instinctive trembling of mortals towards divinity, and also the instinctive awe.

Although Wop always denied that he was a god, the truth was already clear. If even he was not a god, then there was no god in this world!

In order to repay God, she must serve God more wholeheartedly!

……

The village is full of rubbish.

This is not an adjective.

The vehicle rattled and creaked as if it would fall apart at any moment.

The radiation protection suit is hand-sewn with needle and thread, and is patched layer by layer.

The house was also left over from thousands of years ago, and its exterior walls have long been weathered and mottled.

But the main structure of the house is still intact, thanks to the fact that the infrastructure materials from the golden age are still working.

In that ancient nuclear war, the hive city on Baal was reduced to ruins.

These small villages scattered in the wilderness miraculously survived because they were not worth tactical attacks.

The survivors of Baal are mostly descendants of the villagers who lived thousands of years ago.

But even if they managed to survive, Baalar's second moon would be transformed into a death world due to radiation, and technology and civilization would be continuously lost in the cruel environment.

All that's left is this pile of rubbish.

"My Lord, where are we going?" Cole gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, feeling extremely excited, because God actually asked him to serve by name!

He would be willing to drive a luxury car and live in a villa if he could drive for God and two angels!

Wop: "Whatever, go wherever there's danger."

He was not a god, and he could not live and eat for free in the Baal camp with a clear conscience. He had to do something for them.

If there is a danger that the Baal people cannot handle, he can help them deal with it.

Cole had no objection and didn't even ask the reason. How could a mortal dare to speculate on God's intentions?

Since God has arranged it this way, it means it is God’s arrangement!

The tires rolled over the sand at a low speed, and Cole carefully controlled the speed of the car, for he was afraid that the car would fall apart if he drove too fast.

Even though every part of the car was shaking while driving, he couldn't ask for more.

Baal-2 doesn't have the technology to build cars. This car is an antique from thousands of years ago. It's a miracle that it can still run!

Finding danger is not difficult.

There are dangers everywhere on Baal, and usually the people of Baal would just carefully avoid them, but now he has a god on his car!

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!

"Turn left!" Wop's voice suddenly rang out.

Without hesitation, Cole turned the steering wheel all the way to the left.

Whatever God commands, he simply executes it!

Thinking is an unnecessary burden. How can mortal wisdom dare to guess at God’s thoughts, which are as vast as the desert?

"boom!"

The sand suddenly exploded, and a huge scarlet claw broke out of the ground, stirring up several tons of sand and gravel.

When Cole saw its full appearance in the rearview mirror, he felt as if his throat was strangled by invisible fear, and even breathing became very difficult.

Even though there was a god in his car, the human instinctive reaction to the top predator still made his blood almost freeze.

Baal has many deadly predators, but none is more dangerous than the Baal Fire Scorpion!

The Baal Fire Scorpion is twice the size of a mortal. Its pincers can easily crush human bones, and then use the claws in its "mouth" to tear the person into pieces bit by bit and stuff them into its mouth. The highly toxic acidic toxin secreted by its tail stinger can dissolve and burn through flesh in seconds.

The most deadly thing is the social nature of the Baal Fire Scorpions. They are almost never alone!

But when you find a Baal Fire Scorpion, there are often more of its kind underground.

"With God here, we will win!"

Cole gritted his teeth. God was on his car. How could he lose?

The god only needs to make a slight move, and the group of fire scorpions will turn into a blood mist in the sky!

However, God always sat in the back row, motionless as a mountain.

Instead of using his divine power to crush the fire scorpion, he pointed out the car window.

"Go, kill it!"

"Me?" Cole's breathing hitched slightly, but the two angels that flew out of the car window immediately made him realize who Wop was referring to.

But it would be better to let him go!

Cole's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He was an adult after all. Even though those two angels had unlimited potential, they were still just babies!

However, the next second, Cole saw in the rearview mirror that the silver-haired little angel dodged the venom sprayed from the fire scorpion's sharp tail at a speed that was almost instantaneous, and his pink and tender little fists hit the fire scorpion's head again and again with a sound of breaking through the air.

"Crack!"

Cole seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, and the terrifying beast fell to the ground with a bang.

"The little fire scorpion, so red, with its two pincers erect, smashes its shell and its head, and remains motionless. How adorable."

Fulgrim hummed the song his father taught him, and Cole was stunned. Is this an angel?

"boom!"

The sand exploded one after another, and several giant scarlet scorpions broke out of the ground.

Their shells rubbed against each other with a terrifying clicking sound, and their eight appendages moved at high speed with eerie coordination, plowing deep grooves in the sand.

These predators, which mainly rely on vibration to sense their prey, have extremely poor eyesight and ignore the little angels in the sky. Their targets are all on the moving cars.

Only when angels fly in front of them will they realize the threat and instinctively swing their tails and spray venom at the angels, but this is their only and last struggle.

Because the little angel's seemingly soft and cute little fists will smash their heads again and again!

"boom!"

First, the hard shell cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and then the entire head exploded, and scarlet flesh and sticky body fluids splashed onto the sand like a rainstorm.

Wop: "Drive back."

Cole swallowed and turned the car around silently.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what an angel was!

While mortal babies are still crying in their cradles, angels can already kill Baal's most terrifying predators with their bare hands!

Their fists may seem small and cute, but even with their shells, the Baal Fire Scorpions cannot withstand a few punches. A mortal would probably explode instantly if hit by one.

Sanguinius flew back into the car, threw himself into Wop's arms, and complained in a sobbing voice, "Daddy, it hurts."

"Where are you hurt?" Wop nervously searched for wounds on his body.

"hand pain."