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

Unless it can be proven that these aliens have allied with humans since the Dark Age of Technology and have consistently protected human civilization for thousands of years, perhaps humans can still regard them as their own kind.

Although there is no human empire, such alien civilizations do exist.

Under Wop's careful guidance, Sanguinius and Fulgrim gained knowledge beyond the limitations of Baal and the pure-bloods.

Therefore, they do not view mutants as inherently evil imps like the pure-bloods do. These twisted lives are just poor people destroyed by radiation.

They can empathize with both purebloods and mutants.

Therefore, they would not easily believe the pure-bloods' one-sided words.

Wop: "Empathy is a virtue, but don't let it affect your rational thinking. Overflowing human nature is often more destructive than cold rationality."

"In ancient Terra, there's a common phenomenon: a good person who does a bad thing becomes unforgivable, while a bad person who does a good thing becomes a prodigal son. This is a classic example of empathy influencing rational thinking."

“Also in ancient Terra, some people may empathize with certain groups or races due to the education they received since childhood. But as they grow up and begin to see the world, they will no longer empathize with these groups or races.”

"It's not because they've lost their ability to empathize, but rather as they gradually see the truth, they realize that certain groups or races are not worthy of empathy. This is the moment when rational thinking becomes appealing."

Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the king.

The Primarch's empathy can be a blessing or a catastrophe.

Empathy is undoubtedly an indispensable element of human nature, but if the original body's emotional empathy can overwhelm rational thinking, the consequences will be disastrous.

Excessive empathy will soften the necessary iron fist, while absolute cruelty will lead to the loss of the legitimacy of rule. The optimal solution often lies in the delicate balance between humanity and rationality.

Isn’t this a compromise?

Fulgrim tilted his head slightly, "Father, how do we find a balance?"

Wop: "In ancient Terra, Pythagoras of ancient Greece proposed a mathematical theory called the golden section: if the ratio of one part of a line segment to another part is exactly equal to the ratio of the other part to the entire line segment, which is 0.618, then this proportion will give people a sense of beauty."

“It’s also a compromise.”

"But in practice, the optimal golden ratio for different individuals often varies slightly. 0.618 is not a fixed value; it varies from person to person."

"I can only tell you to achieve balance, but I won't tell you what balance is, because my golden section may not apply to you. You need to find your own golden section."

Wop maintained a meaningful silence, allowing the seeds of thought to take root and sprout in the twins' hearts.

……

The wind from the Scarlet Rift carried the smell of rust, and the metal door embedded in the rock wall was shining coldly under the scorching midday sun.

Even after thousands of years, this gate of the refuge from the golden age still stands tall. However, the years have etched mottled marks on its silver-gray alloy door, as if telling of the silent vicissitudes of life.

Some were caused by wind and sand erosion, some were claw marks left by wild beasts, and some were obviously marks left by guns and swords.

Over the centuries, the Sanctuary seems to have endured countless invasions, but this gate from the Golden Age has remained intact, and countless greedy invaders have been defeated here.

Fulgrim's tone was so soft that it was almost a whisper. "I am now increasingly skeptical of the truth told by the purebloods."

If the purebloods once lived in the shelter, and if the shelter could be self-sufficient, how could the mutants bypass this door to protect and occupy the shelter?

Sanguinius glanced sideways at this. "Unless, the mutants have been in the shelter from the beginning."

Fulgrim: "Are they still alive?"

The purebloods' memories of the Crimson Rift are limited to oral histories passed down through generations; they have never actually entered the vault, nor have they ever met the mutants who occupied it.

Even if mutants did exist in the shelter in the past, who can guarantee that they are still alive today after thousands of years?

If the mutants had already died out, it would mean that the shelter's life support system had suffered an irreparable failure, and their trip would have been in vain.

Sanguinius: "Whether it is or not, we must go in and take a look."

Fulgrim: "But how do we open the door?"

Sanguinius blinked his clear eyes, "My super wisdom tells me that it's time to use my super strength!"

Sanguinius waved his fist, and Fulgrim's purple eyes gleamed with eagerness. The two brothers said in unison, "Then open it!"

With Wop's help, they could easily open the door, but both brothers wanted to give it a try.

"boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly ripped through the silence of the Scarlet Rift. The metal door trembled, shaking off dust, and slowly opened with a harsh friction sound.

The two brothers held their fists in the air, then flapped their wings and flew back to Wop, looking at the deep corridor behind the door at the same time.

"Dad, stay behind us!"

Fulgrim and Sanguinius suddenly spread their wings and blocked Wop.

Wop looked at the twins who were facing a formidable enemy, and a helpless smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. "Even if you want to take the bullet for me, you have to wait until you grow up."

The two brothers are still babies under one year old. What can their small size stop?

Fulgrim puffed his cheeks in protest, "We can catch bullets!"

"That will have to wait until you grow up."

Wop gently grabbed the backs of the angels' destinies' necks and protected them behind him like cubs. "I am still your father, so I should let a father fulfill his duty to protect his children."

Fulgrim and Sanguinius fell silent instantly. They simultaneously folded their wings and sat obediently on Wop's broad shoulders like two exquisite porcelain dolls.

The metal corridor was empty, with only the cold white light of the lumen lamp reflecting off the metal walls.

Perhaps because they are both legacies of the Golden Age, the corridors of Baal's Sanctuary and the prison corridors of Savior Star are very similar.

At the end of the corridor is a huge elevator with a light blue light band flowing along the edge of the car.

There were no buttons in the elevator, but as they entered, the car began to slowly descend and the metal doors slammed shut behind them.

A holographic panel popped up in front of Wop, showing the floor number constantly jumping.

Jumps from 0 all the way to 490.

"490th floor?"

Wop stared at the numbers on the panel. The scale of this shelter was beyond his expectations.

Although the specific size of each floor is unclear, since it can be built downwards to 490 floors, the floor area must not be too small.

Even a conservative estimate suggests that the shelter could accommodate at least hundreds of thousands of people, a number that even exceeded Wop's estimate of Barr's population.

The elevator door slid open silently, and the crowd outside made Wop frown unconsciously.

Although Wop never discriminates against mutants, aesthetic differences are an objective fact.

Wop's aesthetic standard is that of a normal person, while the mutants' distorted appearance caused by radiation mutations is a scene of chaos:

Some had two heads, one large and one small; some had three asymmetrical eyes side by side on their faces; some had extra tentacle-like organs wriggling on their torsos; others had one or more extra limbs than normal people.

If I had to use one word to describe them, it would be hypocrites!

With the blessing of the uncanny valley effect, these "human-like" mutants are more terrifying than the mutants with sores and pus in the wild!

The moment the elevator door opened, these mutants suddenly became extremely excited for some reason and rushed forward enthusiastically, but were separated to both sides by an invisible force.

They had no weapons in their hands, so Wop didn't do anything to them, but just pushed them away with his psychic power.

The two-headed mutant's eyes filled with tears. "Great Son! Are you here to save us?"

Wop was originally wondering why these mutants would take the initiative to open the door to welcome them.

Now it’s confirmed.

Like the purebloods, they also believe in angels.

Fulgrim flapped his wings lightly, and his childish voice was full of majesty: "Who among you is the manager of the sanctuary?"

"I, I am the administrator, the Son of God!" The two-headed mutant raised his right hand.

Fulgrim: "What is your name?"

The mutant with the big head looked excited, while the mutant with the small head had fainted. "Ivan, my name is Ivan!"

The other mutants looked at him with jealous eyes. The angel asked his name! The angel asked his name!

Sanguinius folded his wings and asked in a childish voice, "We need to know the history of this sanctuary. Mr. Ivan, could you please tell us?"

Ivan's big head also fainted with excitement.

……

Mutants are more accepting of angels than purebloods.

Because the pure-bloods still had to discuss whether the angels were angels or mutants, and an argument broke out because of this.

But mutants don’t care at all whether angels are mutants or not. They have been mutants for thousands of years and understand mutants far better than pure-bloods.

Sanguinius and Fulgrim not only have perfect, almost holy faces, but also pure white wings. If they are not angels, then who else is?

After being awakened by other mutants with a slap in the face, Ivan took the three into the administrator's office, where the history of the shelter was recorded in detail in the Thinker's database.

For example, the history of the shelter records in detail that the disaster began in 912.M25, which was also the first year that the shelter was officially put into use.

Initially, all the survivors were normal people and the external radiation had no effect on them.

The entire shelter has 490 floors and can accommodate up to six million people, but there were only a few thousand survivors at the beginning.

to this end.

The original person in charge of the shelter chose to send out a search and rescue team to find as many survivors as possible in the wilderness ruins and bring them back to base.

The population of the shelter quickly grew to tens of thousands.

But when there are too many people, conflicts arise.

The rescued survivors soon underwent various mutations, and their offspring also became strange in appearance.

Initially, normal people were mostly sympathetic to mutants.

People in the Golden Age understood science and knew that the causes and culprits of mutations were radiation and war, and that mutants were just victims.

At this moment, Dr. Ivan, the builder of the shelter, stepped forward. He actively devoted himself to the research of curing mutants, trying to turn his compatriots back to normal people.

But it is not difficult to see from the current situation of the shelter that Dr. Ivan has failed.

If they were mortals from M3, they would be completely unable to adapt to the huge amount of radiation from Baal. They would swell all over on the day they landed, their chromosomes would be damaged on the second day, their immune system would fail, and they would die of festering on the third day.

This actually happened in the last year of M2.

But that person was far from being so lucky. In order to study this precious "specimen", his country chose to do its utmost to treat him. However, the purpose of treatment at this time was no longer for treatment, but for research.

It was also a complete torture for the victims, who had to endure executions more painful than lingchi almost every day.

But the human body in the Golden Age is amazing!

Although the human body's miraculous genes can produce various unpredictable mutations, and the birth of mutants and sub-humans is caused by genetic mutations, it has indeed allowed humans to survive in the deadly environment of Baal.

But this wonder also makes it impossible for Dr. Ivan to know how to treat mutants. Their mutated genes are different, the directions of mutation are different, and the types of mutations are also different.

He could cure a few people, but he couldn't put together a plan to treat everyone.

So Ivan changed his thinking. He no longer sought treatment, but instead studied how to actively guide mutations and try to turn mutations into sexual traits that can be stably inherited.

He almost succeeded.

Chapter 154: To Be or Not to Be (5K)

Dr. Ivan is the founder of the shelter, and the reason he built the shelter was that he predicted that Baal would face a catastrophe.

He once warned the rulers of Baal I and Baal II, but unfortunately no one listened to him.

When the catastrophe struck, the shelter built by Dr. Ivan took in many survivors.

However, the human genome at that time already contained many genes from other races. The high radiation environment of Baal-Saron activated these normally dormant gene sequences, leading to the mutants' bizarre mutations.

Dr. Ivan tried to use gene regulation technology to selectively strengthen a specific dominant gene sequence so that it could suppress the activity of other mutant genes during expression.

This directed gene dominance can transform uncontrollable random mutations into heritable stable traits, and ultimately transform mutants into sub-humans with stable heritable physiological characteristics.

Although there are still differences between sub-humans and normal humans, this is the optimal solution for Dr. Ivan under existing technological conditions.

But just as his experiment was about to make a breakthrough, the long-accumulated conflicts within the shelter finally broke out.

Dr. Ivan's genetic experiments consumed a large amount of precious survival resources in the shelter, and the normal residents' sympathy for mutants was gradually replaced by survival anxiety.

What started as complaints from a few people eventually evolved into an irreconcilable camp of opposition. Normal people believed that everyone has their own destiny and they should give up curing mutants.

930.M25, when armed conflict inevitably breaks out, all residents are forced to take sides.

Normal people instinctively stand on the side of their compatriots, and mutants can only rely on their own ethnic group.