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

Sanguinius raised his little hand pitifully. There was an almost invisible light pink scratch on the palm of his delicate palm, which was caused by him accidentally being scratched by a fragment of the shell.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise the wound would have healed in a few seconds and Wop would not be able to see it.

The unharmed Fulgrim puffed up his rosy cheeks and glared angrily at his green tea brother who was curled up in his father's arms - the mimic baby!

He was sure that Sanguinius had injured himself on purpose, because he had just done the same thing, but unfortunately Sanguinius ran faster than him and his wound had already healed.

Wop opened his arms, and the little silver-haired angel immediately folded his wings and flew into his father's arms like a chick returning to its nest.

Wop asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Fulgrim curled up in Worp's arms, his voice muffled and milky, "No."

"Don't be stubborn. Tell me whatever happens, okay?"

"Well, then I'm injured." Fulgrim raised his pink palm obediently.

"Where is the wound?" Wop looked left and right but couldn't find the problem.

Fulgrim raised his little face with pride: "It has healed."

"My Fulgrim is so awesome!"

Normal people would find this kind of words used to coax a child childish, but Fulgrim could smile happily with a clear conscience!

Wop held the twins in his arms, one on each side. They were both unexpectedly childish, but Wop actually liked this childishness.

What's wrong with being childish?

They are still babies!

Besides, aren’t the other Primarchs childish?

The original body has a high IQ, but mental age and IQ should be discussed separately.

Just like the college students produced in large numbers by M3, those who can get into college have high IQs, but their mental age is generally lower than their actual age, making them easily deceived.

For example, “I don’t know, the instructor said I came here for extra credits,” and “I don’t know, they said they would issue an internship certificate, so I came here,” and “I think an internship salary of 2500 for six months is normal.”

The Primarchs are similar to college students in some ways. Although each Primarch possesses super strength and super intelligence, even adult Primarchs still have a frighteningly young mental age in some aspects, and are completely like a group of rebellious teenagers.

Fulgrim and Sanguinius are only six-month-old babies, and their mental age matches their actual age, which is a good thing!

The twins curled up in Wop's arms with longing.

They are still young children, looking at the world with innocent eyes, as if as long as they refuse to grow up, they can stay in this warm embrace forever.

Cole lowered his voice, "My Lord, should we go back to the village?"

Wop asked, "Can you eat fire scorpion meat?"

"It's edible." Cole nodded. Even a fire scorpion can be eaten as long as the head and tail are cut off. The picky Baal people will find it difficult to survive in the harsh environment of Baal II.

"Then go back to the village and have Albert send someone to drag the body back."

"As you command, my lord."

……

"We have God's blessing now, maybe we can really break into that place!"

In a shaky car, the man's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"As long as we can recapture the underground ruins, we won't have to face the various threats above ground, and our tribe won't have to worry about being attacked by mutants!"

Gibson slammed his fist on the iron door and a suppressed growl rolled out of his throat: "Shut your mouth, Mills!"

The other two people in the car were frightened into silence.

Toren looked in the rearview mirror, where Gibson's hideous and distorted face was reflected. His hands gripping the steering wheel trembled violently, and he lowered his voice to a very low voice, "Gibson, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, keep driving your car."

"You look terrible. Do you want to stop and rest for a while?"

"I told you, I'm fine!"

Toren swallowed and closed his mouth silently.

Mills, however, did not indulge him. "Gibson, are you dissatisfied with my Lord?"

Gibson suddenly burst into a harsh sneer. "You keep calling the mutants our Lord, but do you really enjoy kneeling on the ground and being their slaves?"

The word mutant made Mills' voice suddenly drop, "Gibson! Are you crazy?"

"You are all crazy!"

Mills' fists slowly tightened, his voice low and cold, "Gibson, I won't bother with you. When this mission is over, I will report your disrespect to the Lord truthfully!"

Gibson slowly calmed down, but the sinister look in his eyes grew more intense.

He was indeed a little impulsive just now. Even if he was disdainful, he shouldn't show it so obviously in front of outsiders.

If Mills really informed on him, he would have no chance to do anything!

He must kill Mills and not let him leave alive!

And Torun.

Gibson glanced around the car with a gloomy gaze, quickly calculating in his mind.

If he was the only one in the entire team who returned alive, he would definitely arouse suspicion from others and they would find out something was wrong.

Moreover, Toren has always been timid, and a little threat can make him obedient.

Somehow, Gibson's thinking was unusually quick today, and he already had a complete plan in his mind.

"Stop the car." Gibson suddenly said, his voice full of unquestionable command.

"squeak!"

Toren slammed on the brakes reflexively, and Mills was caught off guard. His nose hit the front seat hard, and he grimaced in pain.

"Toren, what are you doing?"

Toren shrank back, "Mills, you can't blame me. I didn't mean it."

Mills suppressed his anger and asked, "Gibson, why did you stop the car so suddenly?"

Gibson lowered his eyes and deliberately slowed down his tone. "I'm tired. Can't I take a break for a while?"

Mills sneered, "Rest? Have you forgotten that our mission is to clear all threats in this area before sunset?"

"There's still plenty of time." Gibson pushed open the car door and walked towards a weathered rock without looking back.

Mills followed him with a gloomy face, and Toren hesitated for a moment before following him.

If he remembered correctly, it should still be there.

When he walked around the back of the huge rock, a puddle of clear water came into view as expected.

Gibson felt thirsty, so he took out his water bag and drank all the water inside, then walked towards the puddle to get some water.

"You're crazy!" Mills' face suddenly changed, and he quickly blocked Gibson's way. "You dare to drink this water?"

Gibson smiled, and in Mills's astonished eyes, he pushed him hard towards the puddle.

"boom!"

Mills fell into the puddle without any preparation and didn't even have time to scream.

Gibson squatted at the edge of the puddle and carefully scooped up the surface water with a worn water bladder.

He didn't dare touch the water with his hands, so he only filled it with a small amount of water, but it was enough.

Gibson stuffed the water bladder into the frightened Toren's hands and said, "We were attacked by mutants, and Mills was captured by mutants to protect us."

Toren's pupils contracted violently, and he hurriedly dropped the water bag on the ground as if he had received a hot potato.

Gibson picked up the water bag and slapped it back on his chest, "Recite after me, or you'll die with him!"

Torun caught a glimpse of the dried corpse in the puddle, his teeth chattering, "I, we were attacked by mutants..."

Gibson patted his pale cheek with satisfaction, "Remember, this is our secret."

……

"Karin." Gibson stood outside the courtyard wall with a basket in his hand, his voice deliberately lowered.

"Brother Gibson, why are you here?" Karin, who was sweeping the dust in the yard, looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, because Gibson never came to the shrine to pray on weekdays, why did he change his mind today?

Gibson: "My...my Lord is not here?"

Karin: "My lord has been hunting in the wilderness these days."

"You haven't gone to get the food today, have you? This is what the tribe leader asked me to deliver. You can take it back."

Gibson immediately handed the basket forward, and the clear water in the clay pot made a small sound.

Gibson tried hard to control the expression on his face. He had waited for two weeks before finally getting this opportunity. He absolutely could not reveal any flaws at the critical moment!

"Thank you." Karin took the basket without any guard, and a faint dimple appeared on her cheek.

The food at home was indeed almost finished, and she had planned to go over there after cleaning up, but she didn't expect Brother Gibson to be so kind and even deliver it to her.

"It's my duty." Gibson managed a vague response, but when the girl turned around, he couldn't help but call out to her, "Karin, you must be tired here, right?"

Karin shook her head. "No, my Lord is very good to me."

Gibson forced a smile, "It's okay, I'll help you."

Chapter 151 The Greater the Ability, the Greater the Power (5K)

"Fulgrim, Sanguinius, come home to dinner!"

Wop raised his head and called out loudly to the crimson sky. The twin angels, giggling and chasing each other in the air, flapped their tender wings, swooped down one after another, and landed lightly in the yard.

They sat side by side on the chairs, their shoulders close to each other, their little hands placed neatly on the table.

Even compared to other death worlds, the living environment on Baal-2 is extremely harsh.

Although there are dangerous predators in the wild on Baal, such as blood eagles, man-catching clams, and Baal's fire scorpions, compared with man-eating trees, exploding venomous barking toads, and sea beasts that are tens of thousands of meters long, Baal's predators are quite docile.

But the cruelest thing about this wasteland is that the earth itself has become a deadly enemy.

The once bountiful world is now reduced to a vast desert. The ubiquitous radiation is like an invisible poisonous snake, lurking in every grain of sand and every wisp of wind.

The survivors living on this land have become an alternative nomadic people, relying on ancient radiation meters to carefully avoid high-radiation areas, and desperately praying that the anti-radiation suits they wear can protect them.

There is almost no arable land here, and the radiation index has completely alienated the efforts made on Baal-2, so there is no way to ignore the scoring standards.

So the survivors had to rely on hunting to make a living.

However, the environment on Baal is deadly for any life.

The harsh environment has created a group of deadly creatures that have stood out in the harsh natural selection and adapted to the harsh climate and environment full of radiation and chemical toxins on the planet's surface.

Any life that can survive on Baal-Smith cannot be free of radiation.

Not only do you take risks when hunting, you also take risks when eating.

If you eat it, the radiation will accumulate in your body.

If you don't eat, you will starve to death in a few days at most.

In order to survive, some tribes would eat mutants or even purebloods, and they preferred to hunt the latter because the latter had lower radiation and fewer side effects.

Fulgrim gracefully cut the blood eagle meat with his knife and fork, then fed it to Sanguinius.

Not wanting to be outdone, Sanguinius also cut a piece of dried meat and fed it to Fulgrim.

Three days ago, a group of blood eagles came to plunder, but in the blink of an eye, the twins tore off their wings at an astonishing speed, and they fell to the scorched earth like tattered flags.

The people in the tribe helped to make them into jerky, which we still eat today.

But the meat of the blood eagle is very tough and cannot be called delicious.

The same goes for water.

In other worlds, people will die of thirst if they don't drink water for three days.

But on Basilisk, people who drink water may be sucked into a corpse in an instant, because you can't tell whether you are drinking water or thirst water.

Thirst water may appear to be water, but it is alive and has basic intelligence.

If a thirsty creature drinks it, it drains the moisture from anything it touches.