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

But the number of mutants far exceeds that of normal people, and the ending is predictable.

After the defeat, the normal residents who first entered the shelter and their descendants were exiled to the wilderness, and mutants became the new masters of the shelter.

But the mutants also paid a heavy price for this, and Dr. Ivan was assassinated.

When the civil war broke out, the mutants immediately protected Dr. Ivan.

Ironically, however, the one who assassinated Dr. Ivan was none other than a mutant.

Dr. Ivan devoted himself to the research of curing mutants, which even triggered a civil war between normal people and mutants. Even normal people didn't want to kill him, but he was assassinated by the mutants he tried his best to help.

The mutant who assassinated Dr. Ivan believed that Dr. Ivan, as a normal person, did not understand the suffering of mutants at all, and he was not really helping mutants. The so-called genetic vaccine was actually a genetic virus, which was intended to commit genocide against mutants.

This paranoid suspicion is not without basis. Indeed, a large number of mutant volunteers died in Dr. Ivan's genetic experiments, although they all voluntarily underwent the experiments.

Although the assassin was hanged by the angry mutants, Dr. Ivan's genetic experiments failed after his death, and no one could continue his experiments.

Mutants can only be injected with semi-finished genetic drugs to delay their worsening mutation, which causes all the mutants in the shelter to become pseudo-humans with asymmetrical heads, redundant limbs and xenomorphic organs.

Although the directions of mutation are still bizarre, unlike their counterparts in the wild who are covered with ulcers and tumors, the mutations of the residents of the shelter are all congenital and will not worsen with age.

This is enough to prove that Dr. Ivan's original research direction was correct. If he had completed his experiment and turned all mutants into sub-humans, perhaps Bal would still have a chance to rebuild civilization.

Fulgrim's face wrinkled with confusion. "The Vault can accommodate millions, but at that time, there were only a hundred thousand people. Even though Dr. Ivan's experiments took up a lot of resources, it still ensured that the living standards of normal people would not decline. Why did they rebel?"

"That's human nature." Wop's gentle voice was also filled with a hint of helplessness. "Normal people took in mutants, but the majority of resources went to mutants. In the long run, normal people will naturally be dissatisfied."

"When the balance of resource allocation is tilted too far, and 99% of the resources flow to mutants, even the most rational people will be swept away by the group's instinct of fear of survival crisis."

"Furthermore, if mutants truly become demihumans, a vast number of them will replace normal humans and become the masters of Baal. Normal humans will either assimilate into the demihumans or be exterminated by them."

"What they are fighting for is not just the resources they have now, but also their right to survive in the future."

"When Dr. Ivan changed his goal from curing mutants to transforming them, the seeds of conflict were sown."

Fulgrim's childish voice was filled with confusion: "But the Sanctuary was originally built by Dr. Ivan. Why are they dissatisfied?"

Wop: "That's Dr. Iven's fault. He always considered himself a scholar rather than a ruler and never established any authority."

"He could have become the ruler of the refuge, suppressing discontent with an iron fist and authority. But he naively believed that as long as he gave people freedom and resources, he would gain understanding and gratitude in return."

"However, when favors become the norm, the recipients will take them for granted; when the benefactors do not exercise restraint, the recipients will develop the illusion that this favor is their due."

Sanguinius asked softly, "Father, the gene fragments that Dr. Ivan mutated didn't originate from the original human genes. So, can the 'subhumans' created by these gene-directed mutations still be considered human?"

Wop: "My view is that as long as they still retain human genes, are not reproductively isolated from other human races, and still see themselves as the heirs of human civilization, then they should be recognized as part of the human race."

Regarding the definition of humanity, Woppe is a progressive who believes in justification by faith.

But even if you're a progressive, you have to believe it first. He has nothing to talk about with the alien.

But as long as they consider themselves to be human civilization, even if they are enemies of the Empire, the Empire will give them corresponding respect, record them as civil wars between human regimes in the chronicles, and even preserve their civilization records, rather than completely exterminate them like the aliens.

Fulgrim: "This civil war took place over four thousand years ago, yet why do the purebloods record it as happening a thousand years ago?"

Sanguinius's eyes gleamed with thought. "The purebloods are a nomadic people. It's a tall order for them to be able to pass down ancient legends orally in the brutal wastes of Baalsaur. Time gaps and deviations are inevitable."

If a civilization does not have complete written records and heritage, there will be no place for archaeological research.

In ancient Terra, some small countries tried their best to find clues of the existence of ancient civilizations in order to establish their national dignity, but they found that there were no historical materials at home. In the end, they could only look for evidence from the historical materials of other major countries to prove the existence of ancient civilizations.

It is a miracle that the pure-blooded race has been able to survive in the wasteland of Baal for more than four thousand years, so it is understandable that there are time errors in the records of ancient history.

"Dong dong!"

Hearing the light knock on the door, Fulgrim's wings suddenly spread out, and his tender little hands grasped the door handle and turned it.

Ivan stood trembling outside the door. As soon as his eyes met the silver-haired angel, his head drooped unconsciously. "My Lord, it's lunchtime now. Would you and the two saints like to eat?"

Although this was Ivan's office, he was standing awkwardly outside the door, like a stranger who had strayed into someone else's territory.

Ivan's name comes from Dr. Ivan who lived thousands of years ago. Every generation of managers will be named "Ivan" to express their respect and commemoration for Dr. Ivan.

After learning more about the history of the asylum, Wop had a pretty good impression of the mutants.

In the brutal civil war thousands of years ago, they chose to exile instead of killing all the defeated normal people, and also gave them sufficient supplies for survival. This was the most they could do.

When he first entered the shelter, Wop was caught off guard by the piety and respect shown by these mutants. Even the most demanding person had no reason to get angry.

Wop: "Evan, what is your faith?"

"Angel." Ivan's big head blurted out subconsciously, and then his small head added hesitantly, "And you."

They believe in the Golden Angel and the Black Angel, and firmly believe that Sanguinius and Fulgrim are the legendary Sons of God, the incarnations of the two angels.

But they felt very unfamiliar with Wop, the angel father.

Wop: "Are there any other faiths in the Sanctuary?"

A confused expression appeared on both of Ivan's faces. "My Lord, what do you mean?"

"For example, the Bodhisattva of Life who saves the suffering, the Bodhisattva of Flesh who governs love, or the Arhat who symbolizes justice, the Buddha who symbolizes wisdom, or similar beliefs."

"No." Ivan shook his heads like rattles and said in unison, "We all believe in angels. Angels are our only faith!"

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Compared with the pure-blooded people on Baal-2, the mutants living in the shelter enjoy almost luxurious living conditions.

Their staple food is soft butter bread, and the side dishes are tender beef and a variety of fresh vegetables and fruits. After the meal, there are snacks, milk and coffee for free.

Fulgrim: "Ivan, how many people are there in the Sanctuary?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Fulgrim averted his gaze from the rippling milk in his glass. "Isn't the Vault's maximum capacity six million?"

Ivan's voice was filled with regret. "The civil war four thousand nine hundred years ago severely damaged the shelter's ecological cycle system. After Dr. Ivan's death, there was no one to maintain these facilities. The shelter's production efficiency has been declining and is now only one-tenth of its previous level."

"One thousand and five hundred years ago, a severe famine broke out in the Sanctuary."

"Since then, in order to maintain existing living standards and prevent further deterioration of the ecological cycle system, the refuge has implemented a strict birth quota system. Only when a resident dies of natural causes will a new birth quota be released."

Wop never indulged in food, but the tender and juicy beef always whetted his appetite.

Human civilization was more glorious during the Golden Age, but the hives still functioning in 40K have a much larger population than those in the Golden Age.

Because the Golden Age does not require so much labor, stone men and iron men will take on most of the work.

Moreover, the per capita quality of life requirements are extremely high, the per capita resource consumption is also high, and the balance of the ecological environment must be maintained, so the upper limit of the total population carrying capacity is naturally low.

But 40K has no quality of life at all, and all hives need a large population to replace the labor force vacancies.

They ate corpse starch and lived in slums hastily built in the lower nest. People in the golden age probably didn't expect that humans could be raised in such a cheap way.

The per capita quality of life is low, the per capita resource consumption is also low, the labor demand is also higher, and there is no need to consider the damage to the ecological environment, so the population will naturally increase.

The M30 is stuck in the middle.

The hive city environment in M30 may not be much better than that in 40K, but due to the collapse of human civilization, the hive city factories have no raw materials for production, and even if they produce, they cannot find buyers.

The factory is difficult to operate efficiently and cannot produce enough corpse starch. The demand for population is naturally lower than 40K, and it is difficult to support such a large population.

If birth restrictions were lifted, the maximum capacity of the Vault would be 600 million people. However, if the Vault, like the 40K, completely disregards the quality of life of the lower classes, the population could expand further.

The mutants' choice is very humane. Since the supplies produced by the shelter are only enough for 60 people to survive, they will only maintain a scale of about 30 people.

Mutants live in shelters, have no contact with the outside world, and enjoy safe and comfortable living conditions. Anyone would pay more attention to maintaining the existing quality of life rather than blindly increasing the population and lowering the living standards.

Fulgrim: "We can repair the ecological cycle system of the Sanctuary. In exchange, I hope you will open the Sanctuary to other Baal residents."

"Holy Son!" Ivan's two heads showed expressions of disbelief.

Sanguinius took a sip of the fragrant coffee and silently added a piece of sugar to it.

Fulgrim: "I assure you, this will not diminish the quality of your lives."

"No...no..." Ivan's big head stuttered nervously, while his small head trembled with excitement. "Are you asking for my opinion?"

Fulgrim's face was very serious. "Yes, this is your sanctuary."

He agreed with his father's philosophy that the people needed strong rule and order.

Dr. Ivan is a good man, but he is not fit to be a ruler.

If anyone disobeys your rule, conquer them!

However, Fulgrim did not wish to resort to force if a consensus could be reached through negotiation.

Sanguinius took another sip; it was still bitter, so he added another sugar cube.

"No... no..." Ivan's big head was still stuttering, but his small head couldn't hide his excitement and blurted out: "Holy Son, you are the master of the shelter, you can give any order!"

Fulgrim's eyes flickered with confusion. "Why? Because you believe in us?"

The pure-bloods also believe in them, but there are frictions among them, and there are still bad people like Gibson among the crowd.

There are 300,000 mutants, which is a thousand times more than the pure-blood race.

He could see that Ivan's fanaticism and piety were not a pretense, but even if he was sincere, would others not object?

Ivan lowered both of his heads, his voice trembling slightly with awe: "Holy Son, four thousand nine hundred years ago, Dr. Ivan left behind a sacred prophecy before his death."

"When the 4900th Terran Year arrives, angelic wings will cover the sky of Baal, and all lost souls will be redeemed!"

Sanguinius held the coffee in both hands and raised it in front of Wop as if offering a treasure. "Dad, drink mine!"

o(*￣︶￣*)o

There was a glimmer of anticipation in Sanguinius's clear golden eyes.

Wop took a sip and tried hard not to spit it out immediately. However, his throat rolled uncontrollably, and he swallowed it with difficulty, then quickly drank a sip of the milk Fulgrim handed him to remove the taste.

Sanguinius blinked his eyes. "Dad, isn't it delicious?"

Wop: "So sweet, like a fairy."

"Fairy?" Sanguinius tilted his head. Isn't this a word of praise?

"Totally disgusting!"

Fulgrim: "Father, what do you think of the prophecy?"

Wop: "If Dr. Ivan is a psychic, since he predicted the end of Baal, it is indeed possible that he also predicted it 4,900 years from now."

Even among the vast number of psychics, prophecy is an extraordinary gift.

Since Dr. Ivan can predict the end of Baal, it is indeed possible for him to predict the future 4,900 years from now.

The end of Baal began in 912.M25, and Dr. Ivan died in 930.M25.

According to the Sanctuary's meditator's log, the current time is exactly 830.M30, exactly as Dr. Ivan predicted before his death.

But this can also be a trap.

Because Wop didn't know whether this gift of prophecy was innate to Dr. Ivan or given to him by some existence.

Although Dr. Ivan in the log is a good person in all aspects.

But history is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone. Who knows what the truth is?

Fulgrim frowned. "Father, I don't want to give up this place."

Wop: "Then there's no need to be timid. This is the real universe, not a place where they can do whatever they want!"

If they suspect everything is a conspiracy and hesitate to move forward, they will never achieve anything in their lives.

The Four Gods are indeed terrifying.

But if no one believed in the Four Gods, they wouldn't be able to rewrite the real universe at will. As long as they could ensure that the Sanctuary was free of Chaos corruption, all other concerns were unnecessary.

It just so happens that Wop has extensive experience in this area.

Perhaps it cannot be called experience, he is just more sensitive to the warp and psionics.

At least so far, he hadn't found any traces of psychic power in Baal except for him and the twins.

Sanguinius grabbed Wop's shirt. "Father, can we heal them?"

Wop: "I can't, but you guys might be able to."

He knew nothing about genes and was unable to complete the half-finished genetic engineering left by Dr. Ivan.

But Sanguinius and Fulgrim were Primarchs, and they might have a chance to perfect Dr. Ivan's genetic experiments.

Moreover, Sanguinius still has blood.

Sanguinius stared at his own jade-white palms. Since his blood could transform mutants into Space Marines, could his blood be used to heal mutants?