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

If she hadn't awakened her psychic powers, Karin's genetic sequence would have been only 25% like Eve's, no different from everyone else's.

Fulgrim suddenly asked, "If Eve destroyed all experimental data, why did she keep only her genetic samples?"

"boom!"

Sanguinius was still thinking when a muffled explosion suddenly came from the direction of the medical room.

Chapter 157 Prajnaparamita (5K)

"Look, it's thirsty water. We are saved."

"Just one drop will destroy the Sanctuary, and we will be reborn!"

"Good girl, let God see your determination."

The girl's body under the sheets was trembling slightly, as if she was fighting fiercely against some invisible force.

That's wrong.

She shouldn't have done this, but the voice told her that she was doing the right thing.

"Only in this way can you regain God's favor."

"Only in this way will you not be abandoned."

"So what if it's wrong?"

"Those innocent people are pitiful, but you are more pitiful than them. They only lost their lives, but you lost God's love!"

"You're not doing this for yourself, you're doing this for God."

"How can a mortal's life be compared with God's?"

Even if it wasn't justice, but the voice told her it was justice, then it was justice.

Because the right to speak lies with the voice.

Whoever has the right to speak has the right to define.

But why is there only one voice?

Somehow, Karin realized that there seemed to be another voice.

The two voices should be pulling at each other, but why is there only one left now? Why can't anyone help her?

Karin bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted the rusty taste of blood, and then she realized that she had bitten her lip and made it bleed.

She can't do this.

God would not like this. She was God's priest, and she could not destroy God's great cause for her own selfish reasons.

God should save the world, not just her.

"This is a necessary sacrifice."

"He is God, and you are His priest. You should help Him."

"This is not harming Him, but helping Him break free from the shackles of mortal nature!"

"If God has no divinity, how can he be called God?"

"If He doesn't return, He may lose His divinity forever. Many beings are eyeing His throne covetously."

"Help Him, good girl, you are the only one who can help Him."

“You just broke it accidentally, and He will forgive you because you are His priest!”

"No..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it was trembling with determination.

No, she can't.

She was God's priestess, and if God did not make any demands on her, it would be a betrayal of God.

"This is not betrayal. He will thank you and bestow upon you the highest glory!"

"And you will gain eternal life, great power, your soul will gain immortal authority, and you will be above all things!"

"The world will prostrate itself at your feet!"

"Do not…"

She didn't need it. Immortality and domination were never what she wanted.

She is God's priestess, and God recognizes her and only her.

She is God's only priest.

Her every word and action symbolizes the majesty of God. If she fails in her duty, it would be God's fault.

She was a priest and she should not bring shame to God.

"This does not shame Him. His body is a prison that traps Him, and you are helping Him regain His true self!"

"Others are deceiving Him and trying to steal His authority. Only we are truly helping Him."

"Help Him, dear girl, look how painful His smile is!"

"We are one, we are priests of God."

"God only has one chance for revival. If you can't seize it, then let me do it."

Her consciousness was like a drowning person, struggling desperately in the dark tide, but she could only watch as another existence gradually eroded her body.

"No..." The girl's fingers scratched convulsively on the bed sheets.

Her soul screamed in resistance, but she could only watch in vain as her body was taken away inch by inch by another consciousness.

"Move...move faster!"

She screamed desperately in the depths of her consciousness, but her body was like a butterfly specimen sealed in transparent amber, and her other consciousness was gradually reviving as the amber thawed.

She could no longer control her body; even the trembling of her eyelashes became a luxury. Only her tear glands were still secreting salty liquid.

She became a prisoner of her own body, and through the gradually fogged glass window, she watched in despair as "her" slowly raised her arm.

"She" is adapting to this body.

“…Don’t…” A broken breath came out of her throat, like a kitten with its neck strangled.

But she had no power, she couldn't even control her body.

There is nothing she can do.

If she had the power, she wouldn't be trapped here.

And "she" is transforming it, or removing the disguise and restoring its original appearance.

The glow of psychic energy flows through her slender white fingertips. It is her innate talent.

"She" stretched out her fingers gracefully, and the dark blue and deep purple psychic halo coiled up like a living thing, outlining a mysterious rune trajectory in the void.

This light is neither the paleness of artificial lamps nor the blazing intensity of stellar radiation, but rather a brilliance that comes from the very source of the soul, as if compressing the mysteries of the entire starry sky into a small space.

This is not a description.

This is a miracle.

"I am the priest of God."

"She" opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of a spring hitting a rock.

And she was imprisoned deep in her consciousness, her vision gradually became blurred, and she was about to disappear.

Just like an accessory, it is disposable after use.

And what about "she"?

“She” is a priestess of God. What God? Which God? Is it her God?

No, not her God.

"Psychic power..." she murmured unconsciously.

That was her innate talent, but it was also hers.

She could no longer control her body; "she" was now the master of it, but psychic powers did not come from a gift of flesh and blood.

It is the embodiment of the essence of the soul, the power they borrow.

Since "she" can use it, why can't she?

When she realized this, the psychic light that had been gently wrapped around her fingertips suddenly flashed.

The dark blue energy threads twisted and tore wildly in the void like a school of eels fighting for food.

This is her innate talent, even though her control over psychic energy is far inferior to "her" and she is unable to perform delicate manipulation.

But she didn't need to control it, she just needed to disrupt it.

Just like throwing a stone into a calm lake, even the smallest ripple can cause huge damage.

"boom!"

The out-of-control psychic energy suddenly erupted, and the dark blue energy torrent was like a wild beast breaking free from its restraints. The hospital bed was instantly torn into pieces by the violent energy.

However, in this mess, the wreckage of the hospital bed was scattered all over the ground, while "she" was floating in the same place unharmed.

The violent energy gently bypassed the edge of "her" clothes when it touched them, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

When Wop returned to the medical room, this was all he saw.

A trace of confusion flashed in the little angel's purple eyes: "Psychic power out of control?"

Sanguinius: "But psionics don't go haywire for no reason."

The close connection between psionic power and the Warp makes psionicists extremely vulnerable to the seduction and erosion of Warp demons, and psionicists with unstable mental states often have a very high risk of losing control.

The opposite is also true. The mental state of those psychics who are out of control is mostly in abnormal fluctuations.

But Karin had previously behaved very docilely and had not shown any abnormal signs.

Wop and Sanguinius also gave her a comprehensive examination, and all indicators were normal.

This makes her loss of control extremely unusual and almost certain to involve external interference.

But the medical room is always closed and completely isolated from the outside world. So where does the external intervention come from?

Even more intriguing is the seemingly uncanny timing of all this:

Just when they discovered that Karin and Eve had a high degree of genetic similarity, and just when they were away for a short while, Karin suddenly lost control.

It's hard not to suspect that Karin's loss of control was carefully planned.

Fulgrim: "Then the question arises: what purpose does the mastermind behind this loss of control intend to achieve?"

There is no need to guess who is the mastermind behind this. Who else could it be but Tzeentch?

He is the only one who likes to play tricks, especially those that are closely linked to each other.

"But what exactly is He planning? What's the purpose of His out-of-control psychic energy? What is this infirmary worth planning? Is it just to destroy a hospital bed?"

Sanguinius's gaze slowly wandered around the medical room, finally settling on a can of liquid, which was perhaps the only valuable thing in the medical room.

Who brought it then?

It was Sanguinius, who wanted to use the equipment in the laboratory to analyze the thirst water.

Perhaps this was also part of His plan.

Wop slowly walked towards the girl enveloped by psychic energy and gently held her in his arms. "Perhaps the loss of psychic energy wasn't part of the plan, but rather proof of her desperate resistance."

Wop believed in human nature and believed that the joy in Karin's eyes when she learned that she could stay was real.

But she is indeed a part of the plan, even the most crucial one.

Although unable to comprehend what was happening to her, Wop believed she was protecting him in some way he had yet to grasp.

Fulgrim raised his childish face, "Father, what is the reason for your judgment?"

"intuition."

Intuition cannot be used as evidence or logic, but Wop's intuition has always been accurate.

……

"Who am I? Where am I?"