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

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【Recorded date: day4981】

[Note: Eve has gone mad. She destroyed my experimental data and killed all the volunteers. My experiments are ruined, and the half-baked genetic drug can't save the Baal. It's all over.]

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"New humans." Wop whispered to himself.

Dr. Ivan's research direction is highly consistent with the direction of human evolution.

Humans will eventually ascend to become a psychic race, and psychic awakening is an irreversible evolutionary trend.

Dr. Ivan attempts to use gene regulation technology to transform psychic potential into stable, heritable traits, essentially accelerating human evolution.

But countless lessons from the Age of Conflict taught Wop that premature human evolution would only lead to destruction, as many glorious human colonies had been lost.

Dr. Ivan is too idealistic. He believes that as long as all of humanity is transformed through gene regulation technology, human ascension can be accelerated.

But without the protection of "God", mankind's premature ascension will only lead to destruction.

If a Warp demon possesses any single person, the entire world will be destroyed.

Wop, on the other hand, supported Eve more. She predicted that the birth of a large number of psychics would destroy Baal, so she began to destroy Dr. Ivan's plan.

A complex emotion flashed in Sanguinius's eyes. "The person who ultimately assassinated Dr. Ivan was Eve. I found her name in the encrypted files in the database. Dr. Ivan's research direction is correct, but his research is too advanced for either him or me to grasp."

Dr. Ivan and Eve are both martyrs and saviors of civilization. It's a pity that they were born in the wrong era.

In the process of psychic awakening, unknown risks are always the most terrifying.

Dr. Iven also admitted that Eve's success was not replicable. Eve chose to kill the other experimenters, perhaps because she saw in the prophecy that they would destroy the sanctuary and even Baal.

Humanity would eventually ascend into a psionic race, but even the Emperor did not seek to hasten the process, feeling that the time He had was too short.

Sanguinius would certainly not actively interfere with human evolution, as the uncontrollable risks involved were simply too great.

Especially since psychic power itself is the biggest risk, as long as those four in the Warp are still there, no race can complete ascension safely.

The ascension of the Eldar and Greenskins was completed before the birth of the Four Gods, but the bold attempt of humanity to ascension is unprecedented and will never be repeated!

Fulgrim asked softly, "Brother, are you going to give up your research?"

Sanguinius: "I will not continue Dr. Ivan's New Human Project. However, his early research on curing mutants and his attempts to stabilize mutant traits using gene regulation technology are indeed extremely valuable. If the two are combined, there may be a chance to create a subhuman."

Fulgrim raised his little hand and clenched it into a fist. "Then go ahead and do it. Daddy and I will help you!"

Although his voice was childish, it was filled with unquestionable firmness.

"Thank you, brother. You are the best. I love you the most!" Sanguinius raised his little face with a smile as sweet as honey.

Sanguinius approached Fulgrim lightly, his soft golden hair tasseling across his brother's face.

He tilted his head slightly and gently pressed his warm cheek against Fulgrim's face, rubbing against it affectionately like a baby bird.

The tips of Fulgrim's ears turned slightly red, but he was the elder brother, and the elder brother must take on the responsibility of helping and protecting his younger brother, just like a father would always protect them!

Fulgrim straightened his chest, and his shy yet forced mature look made Wop laugh.

Sanguinius's golden eyes winked at Wop quietly, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He was well aware of how lovable he was, and he never hesitated to use this gift.

Little Fulgrim, take it!

Chapter 156: No public spirit, only personal grudges (5K)

"My lord."

Karin woke up from the empty bedroom, a trace of loneliness flashing in her eyes.

It has been two months since the pure-bloods moved into the shelter, and everything here seems like a dream to them.

Compared to the perilous wilderness of Baal, life in the refuge is a legendary paradise.

They no longer have to flee in a radiation storm, be wary of a Blood Eagle attack, or risk their lives for a source of clean water.

Everything here is so perfect that it makes people feel trance-like. Karin may be the only one who feels lost.

Because she lost her job.

Our Lord and the two angels never stayed here overnight, and the carefully prepared bedding always remained as it was originally arranged.

Karin keeps the room spotless every day. Even if our Lord has not returned, as a priest she should keep the house in order.

But she always loses focus a little when tidying her room.

Every morning, an automatic delivery system prepares three hot meals a day for them in the cafeteria.

Even today, the soft and sweet butter bread served daily still moves many tribesmen to tears.

Compared to the shelter, what hard times they had lived before!

If they had known that mutants had such a good life, they would have come here to join them long ago!

But what can she do?

If the Lord no longer needs her as a priest, then why is she still here?

Karin didn't want this, so she stubbornly asked the canteen for fresh ingredients every day and stubbornly practiced cooking at home according to recipes.

It seemed as if she had never been abandoned as long as she was still working.

Karin's memories drifted into the wilderness, at least my Lord still needed her then.

Karin's thoughts were like drifting dust, quietly falling back into the desolate wilderness.

At least then, her existence was still valuable to our Lord.

She is our Lord's priestess, cook, and maid.

She is responsible for three meals a day, tidying and cleaning the room, and she is the only one who has this honor.

Even though that fatal negligence almost endangered the life of my Lord due to thirsty water, my Lord did not blame her or punish her.

As a priestess serving God, she should have rejoiced for her people's new life. This was her duty.

But the sense of loss surging in her chest gnawed at her sanity like thirst.

She is still doing the same job as before.

Three meals a day, cleaning, everything seems to be normal.

But without my Lord, what is the meaning of all this?

Damn Gibson!

Whenever she thought of the cup of liquid trembling in the sunlight, a chill would run down Karin's spine.

He actually wanted to murder my lord. He deserves to be cut into pieces. Being sucked dry by the thirsty water is too easy for him!

And she, she almost put my Lord in danger!

She deserves to die!

And there are the pure-bloods, they can actually enjoy the comfortable life in the shelter with peace of mind, they really deserve to die!

And what about the mutants? Why are the conditions in their shelters so good?

Without the harsh environment, how could they understand the greatness of our Lord?

They deserve to die!

"If...if the shelter is destroyed..."

Karin's heart trembled at this sudden thought, but the secret expectation that followed entangled her thoughts like vines.

Without shelter, perhaps they would return to the wilderness.

The Lord would need her as a priest again, she would be valuable again, and they would be the same as before.

"Maybe...it really is possible!" Karin's breathing became rapid and hot.

Destroy the shelter!

Once this thought emerged, it grew wildly in her heart like poison ivy.

She suddenly laughed softly, and a fanatical glint flashed in her eyes.

"It's so easy... Just mix the thirst water into the shelter's circulation system and it'll be over."

Just like Gibson did.

As long as thirst water is used, everything will be ruined.

"No...no!"

Karin shuddered violently and shook her head fiercely as if burned by her own thoughts, her hair ruffling across her pale cheeks.

The idea was too crazy, so crazy that it made her fingertips cold.

How many people will die? Innocent, unsuspecting people.

What's even more terrifying is, if, if even my Lord accidentally drinks thirsty water...

Karin's throat suddenly tightened, and the mere thought of the scene almost suffocated her.

"But...if you don't do this..."

Karin dug her fingertips deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.

The Lord's gaze will no longer linger on her, his voice will no longer call her name, and she can only curl up in the shadows, abandoned by the Lord.

This frightened her more than death!

"Perhaps, you have another idea?"

"What else can you do?"

"Kalin, don't feel sorry for yourself. The master has never forgotten you."

"Then why didn't you come to see me for so long? Oh, what a heartless man!"

"No, my Lord is not heartless, he is just too busy!"

"Excuse!"

"lie!"

"You stinking bitch!"

"You damn liar!"

"CMG!"

“CNM!”

Blue and purple thoughts tangled and surged like tides, tearing at her soul.

Karin curled up in pain, as if this could resist the endless pulling in her heart.

On one side is humble hope, on the other side is cold despair.

But she doesn't ask for much. She just hopes that our Lord can come back to see her. Is this request too much?

"Just treat it as a favor to my Lord and use the thirst water on them!"

"Karin, this is not the path you should take."

"What are you still hesitating about? They stole my Lord away, and they owe you this!"

"Karin, once you take this step, there's no going back."

"As long as you kill the others, my Lord will return to you!"

"Karin, don't do this. My Lord will not love you for this."

"Yes! When everything disappears and you are the only one left in his world, who else can my Lord love if not you?"

"Baal is vast, and Sanctuary is not the entire world."

"The water of thirst is inexhaustible, enough to destroy Baal."

"The Milky Way is vast, and its thirst cannot be quenched by water."

"Then let the galaxy burn!"