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

So it is conceivable that any seemingly safe water source on Basilisk may be dangerous.

Sparkling puddles, trickles flowing through rock crevices, and even rushing rivers may have been polluted by thirst.

Even if the water source was safe yesterday, it may have been "parasitized" by thirst today.

And sewage is often safer than clean water because thirsty people like cleanliness more than water.

Therefore, the Baal people will conserve as much water as possible and store it in the tribe's water tanks. Only the water in the tanks is safe.

But not necessarily.

Fulgrim and Sanguinius swallowed the last piece of jerky, their four little hands resting on the edge of the table, but their eyes were fixed on the glass of water in front of Wop.

The liquid in the cup trembled slightly, as if sensing danger, and quietly curled up to the edge of the cup in the opposite direction, trying to avoid the twins' burning gaze.

Wop's eyes suddenly became sharp. He turned his head and said in a low voice, "Karin, who brought the water today?"

Karin fell to her knees, trembling all over, her lips bloodless with fear: "No... It's not me, my Lord."

"That's why I asked who you are!"

Wop's gaze pierced Karin like a knife, but Karin didn't have the courage or the opportunity.

As a priest serving God, Karin lived and ate in Wop's residence and had no access to water sources outside.

But thirsty water will not appear in the village water tank for no reason, it must be brought in by people.

In the village, only hunters can enter and leave the tribe freely.

The liquid in the cup was still shaking uneasily, as if it could sense the coming danger.

Karin's face was pale, and her voice was trembling and broken. "Y-It was sent by Gibson. He said it was a sacrament dedicated to God."

Wop frowned, "Who's Gibson?"

A trace of surprise crossed Karin's face, and she spoke tremblingly, "My Lord, the day you descended upon the tribe, the first person you captured with your divine power was Gibson."

"Oh, it's him!"

Wop suddenly realized that he didn't remember it at all.

He is not his student, so who would care what the passersby call him?

Wop: "Do you know where he lives?"

Karin shuddered when she heard that. "I know."

"Lead the way. Don't worry. I won't vent my anger on others."

"Yes, my lord."

God's low voice was full of majesty. Karin stood up tremblingly as if she had been pardoned.

But she never dared to look up, and could only stare at Wop's toes leading the way.

She did not plead for Gibson, and no one would plead for Gibson. Anyone who offends God deserves to die!

If it weren't for God's magnanimity, Gibson would have killed everyone in the village. How stupid does one have to be to plead for such a person?

The twins hovered beside Wop, their wings still as pure as fresh snow under the crimson sky.

The villagers along the way all knelt down devoutly, they had no idea what was happening.

Only one soldier holding a hunting rifle had his pupils shrink violently and lowered his head in panic, but his guilty look was completely self-destructive.

Wop pointed at him. "What's his name?"

Karin's breath hitched for a moment, "Toren, my lord."

"He is an accomplice, take him with you."

Before the villagers could even look up from their shock, Wop's psychic power transformed into an invisible hand and pressed him heavily to the sand.

The villagers escorted Toren forward tremblingly. When they arrived in front of Gibson's mottled tin house, Gibson took the initiative to open the door.

Seeing a group of people coming aggressively, Gibson realized that the matter had been exposed, and simply said righteously, "I did it alone, it has nothing to do with others, don't implicate innocent people!"

"Innocent?" Wop laughed. "You want to be a hero?"

"You fake..."

Gibson's eyes were burning with anger, and he wanted to accuse the false god, but an invisible big hand strangled his throat, and he could only make a hoarse sound.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Wop turned to look at the trembling Toren, "Tell me, who else is your accomplice?"

Torun's legs softened, and he fell to his knees as if the bones had been pulled out. His face was extremely pale. "My Lord... I was wrong."

Sanguinius had no mercy. It wasn't that he knew he was wrong, he just knew he was going to die.

Wop's voice was exceptionally cold. "Tell me the list."

Toren's lips trembled violently. "No, no more, my lord. We did it. There is no one else."

Albert, who had arrived late, pushed through the crowd and stumbled to his knees on the sand, his voice trembling: "My Lord, we were wrong!"

Wop was so angry that he laughed, "What's wrong?"

Albert pressed his withered forehead against the hot sand, and stammered, but could not utter a word.

Because he had no idea what had happened, he just thought that those two ignorant young men had offended the majesty of God.

"Don't make such a hasty admission of guilt. You nearly killed everyone. Get up, Karin, and help him up."

Wop was still sensible and did not kill everyone directly.

Karin trembled as she supported Albert's skinny arm and whispered in the old man's ear, "Gibson wants to use thirsty water to murder my lord."

Albert's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and his wrinkled face instantly lost all color.

Albert was incredulous. How dare they do that? How dare people offend God?

"My Lord..." Albert knelt down again with trembling legs. He really had no idea!

"Get up. This is none of your business." Wop's fingertips lifted the trembling body of Chief Albert lightly in the air, and he straightened it up. "Bring all the hunters who went out hunting with them."

"Yes... yes, my Lord."

Wop's magnanimity brought tears to Albert's eyes. God did not vent his anger on the tribe because of Gibson's crime. Is there any God in the world who is more tolerant than him?

Albert stared at Toren and Gibson with his bloodshot eyes. These two damn traitors almost caused the entire tribe to be buried with their foolish behavior. Albert now wished he could eat them alive!

Those who can go out hunting are young and strong men, and are the strongest warriors in the tribe.

There were twenty-four people who went out with Gibson and Toren. At this moment, they all knelt in front of Wop, pointing out yesterday's itinerary to each other and piecing together the truth of the matter.

The hunting team has many tasks, including hunting, finding water sources, patrolling the surrounding area to check for dangers, marking high-radiation areas on the map and planning the next migration route, and searching for mutants around.

So they usually work in groups of three, exploring in different directions.

Toren and Gibson are in the same group, and the third person is Mills.

Wop: "Where's Mills?"

Albert explained tremblingly, "My Lord, yesterday during the hunt, the hunting team was unfortunately ambushed by mutants. Mills sacrificed himself to protect the others."

"Cover who?" asked Wop.

Albert was stunned. Of course Mills was covering for his teammates. Then who were Mills' teammates?

Albert's eyes were red as he stared at the pale-faced Gibson and Toren. His voice trembled with anger, "You...you two traitors killed Mills!"

"That's right, I killed him!" Gibson raised his head, the veins on his neck bulging like twisted earthworms. "He discovered our plan, but still wanted to inform on us. Since he refused to join us, I had no choice but to kill him!"

"Shut up, traitor!"

"Snapped!"

Albert's gaunt body trembled with rage, and he struck Gibson in the face with his cane.

"You're the one who should shut up!" Gibson roared, glaring at Wop. "He's not a god at all, he's just a dirty mutant!"

Wop: "Who told you that?"

Gibson spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "I don't need anyone to tell me, I can tell at a glance that you are not a god!"

"Then you are quite good at judging people."

Wop's playful approval made Gibson look confused. Shouldn't you be angry when I scold you like that?

Unfortunately, he and Wop are not on the same level and it is difficult for him to understand Wop's thinking.

What is the definition of a mutant?

If we use genes as a measure, there are no purebred humans in 30K!

Eternals are mutants, psykers are mutants, Primarchs and Space Marines are mutants, Custodes are mutants, Untouchables are mutants, everyone in the galaxy is a mutant!

According to Woppe's definition, mutant is not a derogatory term, but a neutral adjective.

Even when someone called him a mutant, Wop readily agreed.

Although he was confident that his genes were pure, he was using psychic powers, which was also a kind of mutation.

If we just check his genes, who knows what we'll find?

If measured by the severity of physical mutations, the pure-blooded people of Baal are humans, while those who have mutated with extra limbs and organs in the wild are mutants.

Conservatives would use the former as the standard for measuring humanity, while the Human Empire is progressive and uses the latter.

Woppe was also a progressive, and he was justified by faith.

As long as you think you are a human being, have no reproductive isolation from humans, and insist on contributing to the Human Empire and the Great Crusade, then you are a human being.

Moreover, Wop never thought he was a god.

Whoever wants to be the God of the Warhammer universe can be the God, but he won’t be the God!

Of course Wop was angry, angry that someone was trying to murder him.

Gibson's verbal attacks were ineffective, and Woppe's comment was that he needed to practice more, but he no longer had the opportunity.

Wop asked him to confirm whether Old T was interfering.

Although Gibson denied it, it still cannot be ruled out that it was Old T who did it.

He has adopted more than half of the Primarchs, but except for Nurgle, the other three gods have not taken any action. This is really abnormal.

It can't be that the Emperor stopped them all, right?

Wop is not belittling the Emperor, but the Emperor really doesn't have this ability. The God-Emperor is about the same.

"Dad, here it is."

Sanguinius handed Wop the glass of water, which he had been carrying around without spilling a drop.

His father taught him to be kind, but his kindness was only reserved for good people. Being kind to bad people was cruel to his father.

Wop tapped the cup lightly with his fingertips, and the liquid immediately surged like a living thing, splashing tiny drops of water on the cup wall. "Do you know what this is?"

"I'm thirsty." Gibson's Adam's apple rolled, but he still straightened his neck to maintain his last bit of toughness.

Albert gritted his teeth and said, "How much thirsty water did you bring back, traitor?"

Gibson gritted his teeth and squeezed out a reply, "Only one pot, and I'm not a traitor! I just want to kill the false god and expose his true face. I never wanted to kill anyone in the village!"

Albert's eyes went dark, and he was almost fainted by his stupidity. You even tried to kill God, and you still say you didn't want to kill the villagers?

If God were not so broad-minded, how would you have the chance to kneel here and stick your neck out and be stubborn?

With a flick of his fingertips, Wop's psychic energy pried open Gibson's teeth like a pair of pliers.

As soon as the cup touched Gibson's lips, the thirsty water in the cup rushed into his throat like a hungry beast smelling blood.

Gibson's pupils constricted instantly, and the scream stopped as soon as it came out of his throat.

His skin collapsed and cracked in an instant, and his bones made crisp sounds, like dry branches under the scorching sun that would break at the touch.

Thirsty water seeped out from under Gibson's shriveled body, instantly splitting into thousands of drops, trying to leak into the sand and hide.

However, the psychic energy had already been woven into an invisible web. No matter how the fleeing liquid life forms struggled, they would eventually be pulled back into the air by an irresistible force.

The water droplets regrouped into a trembling ball of water beads, which were a circle larger in size than before.

This is also one of the few flaws of the thirsty water satellites. Their mobility is poor, otherwise there would be no water on Baal-Saturn.

Wop stared at Gibson's dried corpse and suddenly asked softly, "Why did he kill me?"