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

Wop's expression was serious. "First, tell me when you first believed in numerology!"

The little angel tilted his head innocently, "But isn't my brother's calculation very accurate?"

It is indeed accurate. Mortarion is the seventh and Sanguinius is the ninth, which proves the accuracy of numerology.

If Wop was Sanguinius, he might have believed it himself!

Wop pondered for a moment, "But if you calculate it that way...it seems that it can be calculated that way."

Nurgle is the god of the ancient Warp who is in charge of plague and disease. Genetic disease is also a kind of disease. But the legions that have the most dangerous genetic diseases are all multiples of three. Who else could have done it if not you?

If this logic is followed, then the 12th and 18th Legions can also be blamed on Nurgle.

The mutations of the 12th Legion are bellicosity and bloodthirstiness, while the mutations of the 18th Legion are highly mutable, with both benign and malignant mutations.

In contrast, legions whose legion numbers are prime numbers are mostly benign mutations.

The Second and Eleventh Legions were removed from the list, so they were temporarily expelled from the prime numbers.

The Third Legion is a prime number and is related to the number three. It has a blight, but the blight won't break out for no reason; there must be a trigger. As long as there's no trigger, they're safe.

The Fifth Legion's gene-seed was very stable, and the Thirteenth Legion was also known for its stability and only benign mutations.

The Seventh Legion's mutation is silence.

The Seventeenth Legion will make people obsessed with authority, but as long as you represent authority, the Seventeenth Legion's loyalty will be unshakable.

The mutation of the 19th Legion is to make people's hair turn black and skin turn white. This is not a malignant mutation. The advantage is that they have a unique talent for psychic invisibility.

The more Wop thought about it, the more it made sense to him, and then he fell silent.

Oh no, it seems he has started to believe in numerology too!

Sanguinius blinked his eyes. "Dad, am I right?"

Wop: "Maybe just a coincidence!"

Sanguinius tilted his head, his fingertips gently tapping his chin as if thinking. "Who is the god of coincidence in the Warp?"

Wop was silent again. Yes, who is it? It's so hard to guess!

It was just like when he first found Fulgrim. The Eldar had sent him there with no intention of harming him. But the location where Fulgrim landed was so different from Sanguinius's. Was this also a coincidence?

There are no coincidences in the Warhammer universe.

It's all Tzeentch's fault!

Compared to Tzeentch, Slaanesh and Khorne seem amiable.

At least they are pure enough!

Slaanesh is purely lustful, and Khorne is purely chopping.

Forget about Nurgle, he's such shit, so smelly.

Fulgrim blinked his purple eyes and asked eagerly, "Aren't we discussing how to unify Baal?"

Sanguinius smiled an angelic smile. "Unifying the world is actually very simple. I've summed it up in four words: if you don't obey, then fight. If anyone disobeys our rule, then kill him, Gandalf!"

"That makes sense." Fulgrim nodded seriously. His brother was right!

Wop couldn't refute it either, his words were true.

Although Sanguinius shouldn't be so straightforward given his elegance, who made him so sinister?

Moreover, conquering is indeed that simple.

As long as your fist is big enough and fast enough, you can definitely defeat Gandalf.

If someone refuses to submit even if beaten to death, that’s okay, because the dead are the greatest.

Why bother about so many things when the person is dead?

Wop spread out the map Albert had brought him. "So, where do you plan to start?"

Once the conquest began, he would not interfere with the Primarch, nor would he offer any unsolicited advice, which would only interfere with the Primarch's decision-making.

Sanguinius and Fulgrim suddenly looked up at the same time, their golden eyes meeting in mid-air, and their two tender little hands reached out simultaneously, saying in unison:

"here."

Their fingers landed on the same spot, where a huge red X was marked, representing danger. Above the red X was an inverted triangle, representing that the source of danger was mutants.

There is the largest mutant settlement nearby, the Crimson Rift.

Fulgrim looked up, his clear, childish voice filled with authority: "Father, please tell Chief Albert to gather the warriors of the tribe. We must reclaim our lost home!"

"Yes, my son." A mischievous smile flashed in Wop's eyes. He suddenly knelt on one knee and saluted with his right hand on his chest.

"As you command, my brother." Sanguinius also knelt on one knee, imitating Wop's posture, and deliberately lowered his soft childish voice, but playfully raised the pitch of the last syllable.

Fulgrim blushed, "You are teasing me!"

Wop kept a serious expression: "How could that be? Aren't you my son?"

"Yes."

"Were you ordering me just now?"

Fulgrim stamped his foot in anger, "It's a request, I clearly said please!"

Sanguinius looked innocent, "But requests can be obeyed."

"If you do this again, I will, I will..." Fulgrim's face flushed red, but he could not utter a threatening word.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to threaten, but that he doesn’t dare to threaten.

Sanguinius blinked his golden eyes. "So what?"

"Just rip your face off!"

Fulgrim pounced on him viciously, grabbing Sanguinius's cheeks with both hands and pulling hard. However, Sanguinius was not to be outdone, and had anticipated Fulgrim's face and grabbed it at the same time.

"It hurts, why are you pulling me!"

"You didn't say I couldn't resist!"

"Let go!"

"Let go first!"

“I’m your brother!”

"Shouldn't the elder brother give in to the younger brother?"

"You are disrespectful to your elder brother!"

"You love children!"

The two brothers rolled into a ball, grabbing each other's faces and refusing to let go.

Wop could have separated them if he had only spoken, but he didn't.

Two angels fighting, and they were young angels. He had never seen such a scene in his life. How could he interrupt them?

When they grow up, they won’t have this opportunity!

I've decided that I must make Angron copy down this hopeful memory!

Chapter 153: Open It Up! (5K)

Crimson Rift, although it sounds intimidating.

But similar rift valleys are everywhere on Basilisk. It is not a landmark landform, but rather little known.

But for Albert and the pure-bloods, this desolate land carries a heavy meaning.

Hundreds of years ago, this was their home.

The radiation level in the Scarlet Rift is low and there are not many dangerous predators, but it is not suitable for survival because there is a group of natural enemies of the purebloods here - mutants.

What makes the Crimson Rift truly important is not its surface environment, but the massive shelter deep underground. This shelter is self-sufficient and can produce enough food and water.

Thousands of years ago, when a catastrophe broke out that destroyed both worlds.

It was thanks to this refuge that the purebloods survived and lived here.

However, a thousand years ago, a group of mutants attacked the refuge and drove out the pure-bloods. Since then, the mutants have occupied the refuge with impunity, while the pure-bloods have been forced to become nomads.

Sanguinius: "But these are the purebloods' only accounts."

Fulgrim pressed sharply, "You suspect they are lying?"

Sanguinius shook his head slightly. "Perhaps not a deception in the subjective sense."

The history told by the pure-bloods took place a thousand years ago. Albert, the oldest member of the pure-bloods, was only sixty years old. He was not an eyewitness to what happened a thousand years ago.

The so-called truth is actually just an ancient legend passed down from generation to generation.

Over the course of thousands of years, perhaps the truth has been revised many times.

Even if it has not been deliberately tampered with, the original version may not necessarily be the truth.

Because any historical narrative will inevitably be subjective, this is the nature of history.

The history told by the pure-bloods is bound to be beneficial to the pure-bloods, so the so-called truth of the pure-bloods may be a lie from the beginning to the end.

Therefore, even if Albert did not commit fraud subjectively, he might have been deceiving Woppe objectively with lies.

Wop asked gently, "Why do you think the purebloods' narratives are lies?"

This sudden question made the two little angels fall into deep thought. Yes, why would they doubt the pure-bloods' words?

Is it because of their innate insight as Primarchs?

Or is it due to Wop's daily careful teaching?

These are certainly reasons, but they are obviously not the answers that Wop wants to explore at this moment.

Fulgrim realized that they might be stuck in a rut and began to seriously consider the nature of the problem.

Sanguinius: "Because of mutants?"

Fulgrim: "What does this have to do with mutants?"

Sanguinius: "Yes, and a great deal."

Wop smiled and asked, "If the protagonists of the story were changed from purebloods and mutants to purebloods and Baal Fire Scorpions, would you still question the purebloods' narrative?"

The answer to the question is self-evident, they will definitely not doubt it, because no one will seek justice for the Fire Scorpion.

The real answer is about to emerge from Wop's question.

Fulgrim's purple eyes flickered with thought, "Because of empathy?"

Wop: "Yeah, empathy."

Empathy, also known as empathy.

This is part of the human nature that mortals are born with, but humans are a rather selfish species and can only empathize with others of their own kind.

Normal people will not empathize with criminals because they are not the same kind as them.

But they might empathize with other identities of the criminal, such as a worker who is owed wages.

The lower class people will not empathize with the capitalists because they are not the same kind.

But they may empathize with other identities of capitalists, such as the people's entrepreneurs who are oppressed by Midea.

Looking across the galaxy, the Empire will empathize with the suffering of the lost human civilizations, but will never empathize with the aliens.

If a mortal mother lost her child, Wop would show genuine sorrow.

But if the Ark Eldar were to be exterminated, Wop would only applaud: As if!

But if they are Eldar who have done Wop a favor, Wop will help them when they are in trouble. At this time, what Wop empathizes with is not the race, but the favor of saving Fulgrim.

On Baal, purebloods have no sympathy for mutants, and vice versa.

Because purebloods and mutants do not regard each other as the same kind, empathy is naturally nonsense.

Mutants will attack Wop, and purebloods will lend a hand when Wop is in trouble. It all comes down to whether one can empathize with Wop.

The Purebloods never suspected that their narrative was a lie, because mutants were their enemies and no one would give a peanut for a mutant.

The Empire doesn't care whether the narrative about the aliens is true or a lie. Regardless of whether these aliens were enslaved by humans in the dark technological age or betrayed humans in the dark technological age, they are aliens first, and no one will empathize with the inherently evil alien imps.