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

Sanguinius' voice was innocent. "Because he's stupid."

"Because he is bad." Fulgrim's eyes were cold. He felt that Gibson's death was too easy.

"That's because he's afraid." Wop reached out and rubbed the angels' heads. "Fear is like the thirsty water of Baal, slowly draining a person's sanity. He's too scared, and extreme fear can make people make the most irrational choices."

"He's stupid, but he's not that stupid. He realized I would bring changes to the village, and he was afraid those changes would be bad, so he took the risk."

"He's bad, but he's not that bad. But in his mind, he thinks he's righteous, and he killed me to protect the village."

"This shows what?"

Sanguinius' voice was childish but earnest: "Everything has multiple facets, and the causes of events are often complex. Therefore, in our search for the truth, we must break free from the shackles of black and white and avoid falling into the trap of one-sided cognition."

"Well said." Worp smiled encouragingly at the angel, then turned his gaze to the other child, "Fulgrim, what about you?"

Fulgrim's voice was childish but cold, "He must die!"

He understands the truth, but he doesn't care.

No matter what the reason is, if you do something wrong you must pay the price. Whoever touches Wop will be killed!

Wop pinched the little angel's cheek and said, "You are right, so I killed him."

"One of the fundamental characteristics of human nature is double standards. As long as it doesn't concern them, everyone can speak freely and act like a saint. But once their own interests are involved, people's selfish nature is exposed. The underlying logic is still that they really have a cow."

"Even someone as selfless as the Lord of Humanity, who is willing to burn his life for humanity, is also hypocritical."

"So don't resist your innate nature, learn to understand it. Whether it's reconciliation or confrontation, only by understanding it can you make the right choice."

"Like this body of water." Wop pointed at the psionically imprisoned thirsty water. "The Baal people fear it, flee from it, and are even afraid to mention it. This is understandable. But we are not ordinary people. We must not only see its danger, but also understand its nature."

"Because we have the ability, and the greater the ability, the greater the power."

People looked at the thirsty water in fear, but they were even more afraid of the God and angels who could control the thirsty water.

Chapter 152: Stop Fighting! (5K)

A meaningless farce, two mummified corpses that deserved to die.

"The local Baal people are so rude!"

Fulgrim had a grim face. The three of them, father and son, worked day and night to eliminate the surrounding threats for the Baal people, hunt fire scorpions, and expel mutants, but they actually tried to murder their father!

Unforgivable!

Sanguinius gently tugged at Fulgrim's feathers. His voice was soft but serious: "Brother, you cannot blame the many for the mistakes of the few."

Fulgrim was furious. "Don't pretend to be fair here. I didn't take my anger out on them. Don't wrongly accuse me!"

"But I didn't wrong my brother." There was a mist in Sanguinius' eyes and he pouted in grievance.

Are you still aggrieved?

Fulgrim angrily reached out and grabbed Sanguinius's face, pulling it hard to the sides.

"Don't you like playing innocent? Then let me vent my anger and don't hide!"

Sanguinius blinked his wet eyes, and said in a voice thick with tears: "If this can calm my brother down, I can talk about it for as long as I want..."

Fulgrim became even more annoyed. He changed from pinching to kneading, rubbing his brother's cheeks vigorously. "You stinky brother, you make me so angry!"

Wop leaned back in his chair, making no attempt to intervene.

This was just the daily pranks of the two brothers. Fulgrim was always under the control of Sanguinius. He looked like the elder brother, but in fact he was the younger brother.

There is indeed no solution to Shengjiang's evil nature. Only nature can overcome evil, and among the original bodies, only Warnie, Luo Panshi, Ji Yexin and Lai Zhamao can be called natural.

Warnie's kindness, Luo Panshi's stubbornness, Ji Yexin's love and Lai Zhamao's loyalty can all counter the angel's evilness, but Fujin will probably be eaten by Shengjiang for the rest of her life.

Wop couldn't help him, couldn't help him.

"Fulgrim, Sanguinius."

As soon as Wop opened his mouth, the twins who were still arguing fell silent instantly, flapped their wings lightly, and flew back to their father obediently.

Wop's voice was gentle and low, "You are already six months old. Your brothers were at least teenagers at six months old, and they even unified their home planet."

Fulgrim raised his little face, "Father, do you want us to grow up quickly?"

Sanguinius suddenly threw himself into Wop's arms, and a muffled voice with tears in his eyes came out, "Doesn't Dad want us anymore?"

"How could that be? I will never force you to grow up." Wop gently combed the angel's soft golden hair, "But unifying the home planet is necessary. There are too few people on your home planet. If we don't unify Baal, I'm afraid we won't even have enough people to recruit soldiers."

There are too few people in Barr.

The populations of the home planets of other Primarchs often reach hundreds of millions, and even those of Barbarus and Fenris have populations of millions.

But the total number of mutants and pure-bloods in Baal is only 500,000 at most, of which there are less than 100,000 pure-bloods, so the population is an absolute disadvantage.

If, as in official history, all mutants were killed and only pure bloods were left, it would be a complete waste, because the gene seed of the 9th Legion was designed for mutants from the beginning.

Although the Space Marines of the different Legions may appear to be similar, the gene-seed of each of the twenty Legions inherits the characteristics of their respective Primarchs.

The differences between the different legions are vividly reflected in the recruitment standards set by the Emperor for different legions.

The recruits of the Third Legion are the eldest sons of European nobles, the recruits of the Eighth Legion are criminals in the underground prison and their descendants, the recruits of the Fourteenth Legion are Albians known for their tenacity, the recruits of the Thirteenth Legion are all war orphans of enemies who were completely annihilated, and the First Legion has no characteristics and their recruits can come from any source.

The emperor did not make random selections based on such distinctive conscription standards; he was clearly well prepared.

While other Legions were busy recruiting the finest recruits, nobles, and champions from the conquered technological barbarians, the 9th Legion's recruits took in hordes of mutants.

Because the gene seed of the Ninth Legion has shown amazing tolerance!

In the eyes of the other legions, mutants are just waste.

But in the 9th Legion, any mutant has the chance to become a Blood Angel.

And no matter what they looked like before, even if they had extra limbs or mutated organs, or were completely unrecognizable as human, once the transformation was completed, they would be transformed into angels with handsome and pure faces and almost supernatural nobility.

Although the inclusiveness of the 9th Legion only gives mutants an opportunity and cannot significantly increase the success rate of transformation, it is still the only chance for mutants to be redeemed.

Although Baal's mutants are hideous, they are victims of the Cataclysm just like the purebloods.

Wop never discriminates against mutants. If they are willing to be redeemed, Wop will give them redemption.

But in the end, it was Sanguinius and Fulgrim who had the final say, as this was their home planet.

Fulgrim suddenly spoke up, "If there aren't enough men, I can give them all to Sanguinius!"

Sanguinius blinked. "Why?"

"Because I am your brother!" Fulgrim raised his little face proudly.

Sanguinius blinked his large, wet eyes upon hearing this, and grasped Fulgrim's wings with his small hands. "Thank you, brother. You are the best."

"It's not for you!" Fulgrim turned his head away with a red face, but did not break free from his wings that were being held by Sanguinius.

"Classic tsundere statement."

There was a hint of helplessness in Wop's smile. He hadn't noticed at all that Fulgrim also had a tsundere quality. A tsundere person would be eaten alive by a sinister person!

This is completely ruined.

My son, it’s not that daddy doesn’t want to help you, it’s that if you are like this, daddy really can’t save you!

Wop: "If Baal is surrendered to Sanguinius, where will your Legion find its men?"

Fulgrim blinked his purple eyes and proudly placed his hands on his hips, "Of course it's Terra. Once the other brothers go to the homeworld to recruit soldiers, Terra will be mine!"

"Beets!" Wop smiled and combed the angel's silver hair.

Sanguinius raised his hand and said in a soft but firm voice, "Then I will recruit soldiers from across the galaxy!"

Wop: "Why?"

Sanguinius folded his wings slightly, his expression serious. "My brothers can recruit soldiers from any world, but only I can redeem those abandoned mutants."

"Besides, Baal has two satellites, my brother and I can each have one!"

Wop: "But I'm afraid there are no survivors on Bawei I."

"I can migrate from Basilisk."

Wop: "So which one do you want, Baal-I or Baal-II?"

Fulgrim puffed out his chest, "Then I want my brother to pick out the rest!"

Sanguinius blinked. "Then I will take Baal-Sergid."

"Then I want Baweiyi!"

Wop: "What about Baal?"

Fulgrim and Sanguinius said in unison: "Half each!"

A tiny Baal actually has two Primarchs. This is a great blessing. Other worlds don’t have this honor yet!

Not enough people? Then have more! Have more!

As for Chemos, the loss of the Primarch was their loss, not the Primarch's.

If you want to blame someone, blame the elves!

Fulgrim tugged at Wop's sleeve and asked eagerly, "Father, what does my Legion look like?"

Like the First, the Third Legion was favored by the Emperor, and they were often sent by him to perform diplomatic missions and protect ambassadors.

During a planetary surrender ceremony, the Emperor and the Third Legion were attacked by rebels, and the Space Marines of the Third Legion were seriously injured by vortex weapons in order to protect the Emperor.

As a result, the Emperor bestowed upon the III Legion the Double-Headed Eagle as a reward for their loyalty.

During the Unification War, the size of the Third Legion was always among the best.

The decline of the Third Legion was mainly due to two gene-seed crises.

Initially, the gene-seed of the twenty Legions were stored in the gene-seed bank on Terra.

When the Empire decided to build a gene seed bank on the moon, a large number of gene seeds of the Third Legion "disappeared" for unknown reasons on the way to the moon.

Subsequently, the remnants of the Lunar Gene Cult contaminated the gene seed bank of the Third Legion, causing a blight disease to break out in the Third Legion. The organs of the diseased soldiers would atrophy and degenerate, and eventually die.

The most terrifying thing is that the Third Legion has no ability to detect which seeds are contaminated with blight.

They can only wait for the blight to break out and then kill their brothers with their own hands to save them from suffering, and this kind of waiting is the most tormenting.

This situation continued until the birth of Fabius Bile.

A talented pharmacist, Byers developed a method to detect the blight by dissecting and studying the bodies of warriors who died in the large outbreak.

Based on this detection method, the Third Legion began to purify itself.

All warriors infected with the Blight were identified and ruthlessly executed to prevent the Blight from spreading further, with the exception of Fabius Bile.

Bile was the only person infected with the Blight who was not necessarily executed, as he felt he had to continue researching a cure for the Blight.

To do this, he replaced the sample with that of a healthy comrade and had that soldier executed in his place.

At the cost of only a few hundred people remaining in the entire legion, the Third Legion has actually eliminated the effects of the blight.

All they had to do was wait for Fulgrim to return, so they could extract a large amount of pure gene-seed from him and rebuild the Third Legion.

But the curse of the blight has not disappeared.

Because according to Bayer's research, the virus released by the Moon Gene Cult was only a trigger, and the real cause of the blight was a fatal flaw in their gene seeds.

So when the virus was released, only the Third Legion was affected.

If the fatal flaw in the gene seed cannot be resolved, the Third Legion may still suffer the same attack in the future. Once the blight breaks out again, the Third Legion will be destroyed, and even the Primarch will not be able to avoid it.

Fulgrim lowered his violet eyes, his voice muffled: "Just like the Ninth Legion's blood thirst?"

Wop: "Yes, all the legions are the same."

In fact, all legions have mutations, but the blight of the Third Legion and the blood thirst of the Ninth Legion are the most prominent and dangerous. Equally dangerous are the wolf spiral of the Sixth Legion and the flesh and blood mutation of the Fifteenth Legion.

All Legions, except the First, have similar mutations.

These mutations can be benign or malignant. For example, all the mutations in the Thirteenth Legion are benign.

But even those benign mutations could hide dangers, which is why the Emperor favored the First Legion, whose gene-seed was the most stable.

Sanguinius suddenly looked up. "Father, could it be Nurgle's doing?"

"Ah?" Wop was stunned for a moment.

The little angel counted her delicate pink fingers carefully. "The legions with the most dangerous mutations are all multiples of three. The Third Legion, the Sixth Legion, the Ninth Legion, and the Fifteenth Legion. There are exactly four such legions. 3+4=7. Isn't the murderer obvious at a glance?"