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

Perhaps the conspiracy is brewing elsewhere, and perhaps Karin is still part of it.

But no matter what, Wop couldn't just kill an innocent girl who was only a few thousand years old.

Wop's bottom line is that as long as they have not fallen into chaos, he will give those who have lost the way a chance to reform.

He gave Typhon a chance, and he will give Karin a chance too.

Except Erebus.

Sanguinius: "If fear of the gods' schemes leads us to slaughter the innocent, we have truly fallen into their trap."

What the gods are best at is weaving conspiracies.

Jianqi is the worst, but the other three are not much worse.

When people start killing each other because of suspicion, they have actually already won.

Many of the heartbreaking tragedies in official history often stem from the collapse of trust.

The Horus Heresy began with the Emperor's concealment of his children;

The purge of the Thunder Warriors stemmed from doubts about loyalty;

The rifts between the Primarchs fostered the Chaos-infested rifts;

The betrayals of Perturabo and Mortarion, and the tragedy of the Burning of Prospero, were all due to the lack of trust between the Primarch and the Emperor.

Trust is a chain-like holistic concept.

Like dominoes, once one piece is pushed down by suspicion, the chain reaction is enough to make the high-rise building collapse.

Perhaps the conspiracy carefully woven by Tzeentch caused Wop and the Primarch to fall into internal friction due to endless suspicion.

When Wop tried to dismantle this seemingly flawed plan, how could he know that this was not another nested puzzle deliberately presented by the Lord of Change?

Although this is very passive and will put them at a disadvantage.

But rash initiatives are often more deadly. For example, Douya often takes the initiative to walk himself into traps.

"What if his conspiracy has already been accomplished?" This thought suddenly popped up in Fulgrim's mind.

So far, their actions seem insignificant, saving the pure-bloods and moving them into the sanctuary. Karin is her father's priestess, and her conspiracy has not shaken her father's firm belief. Is there a mystery hidden under these appearances?

Walp: "Don't let doubt erode your judgment. Like deconstruction, once it begins, it will spread endlessly."

Once a person falls into the vortex of doubt, if he cannot stop in time, he will fall into the ditch as he walks.

Primarchs must be especially careful.

"I understand, Father." Fulgrim's young face showed a seriousness that was inconsistent with his age. "However, I still think Sister Karin is the key."

Wop: "I'll have a good talk with Karin. Whatever the conspiracy is, it's better to be open and honest than to hide it from each other."

Fulgrim and Sanguinius looked at each other and nodded. There was a trust between the two Primarchs and their father that needed no oath.

If Tzeentch's plot was to make them fight among themselves, it would never happen between them!

……

Wop's gaze, like a still pool of water, fell on the slightly trembling girl opposite him: "Karin, what do you think?"

He did not hide his suspicion, but that was all he had to do. Suspicion was not the reason for the trial, but evidence was.

He will not lose his composure because of doubt, nor will he give up doubt without basis.

This is also a compromise.

"My lord."

Karin's lips parted slightly, her light blue eyes clear, "Can you please ask the angel to use his power?"

Wop: "Why?"

"I can show you my heart." Karin's slender fingers gently touched her heart, her voice as clear as crystal. "I am your priestess. I swear to you that I will never lie to you."

"But I am foolish. If there truly is a conspiracy against you, I'm afraid my shallow mind would be unable to detect it. Therefore, I implore you to allow the holy angels to exert their power and allow you to personally examine my memory and soul."

Wop stared at Karin, his eyes gentle yet helpless. "Karin, I'm not questioning you. But because you're in this together, you might notice details we overlook, like those seemingly insignificant anomalies."

"Details..." Karin said hesitantly, then shook her head. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Wop leaned forward slightly. "What's on your mind? Just a casual chat."

"That number." Karin's voice was almost inaudible, her eyes drifting off into the distance. "6666, this number is so special."

Chapter 159 Gene Lock (5K)

"Let me see, it should be like this."

Fulgrim deftly entered the reserved repair channel, recalling the knowledge he had learned from the library.

Humans in the Golden Age took maintenance needs into full consideration when designing shelters, reserving repair space and interfaces for various systems.

However, due to technological gaps, the mutants have never been able to truly master the operating principles of the shelter, nor have they dared to make any changes to the shelter's core facilities, only maintaining the most basic operations and maintenance.

Fulgrim stretched out his wings and moved lightly through the maintenance tunnel, issuing a command through the communicator: "Restart it."

The mutant worker in charge of maintenance rubbed his three arms nervously, "But... My Lord, you are still in there."

"The pipeline area is safe, don't worry about me."

The mutant worker took a deep breath and pressed the conspicuous yellow button on the Thinker's control panel with trembling fingers.

"Buzz!"

With a low mechanical hum, the lighting system of the entire area went out instantly, and darkness engulfed all space like a tide.

After a brief silence, the lumen lights lit up like stars, and a waterfall of self-test codes appeared on the screen of the Thinker Array, flickering under the dim blue backlight.

Fulgrim slid lightly out of the maintenance duct, folded his wings and stood on the Thinker array, observing the ever-changing parameter curves on the screen.

Whenever he found abnormal values, he would use the control panel to call up the secondary menu for debugging.

As the calibration of the last parameter was completed, a holographic projection unfolded in front of him, showing the current system operating level.

[60%]

Fulgrim has done his best to repair the ecological cycle system of the shelter. While using only basic maintenance technology to maintain the operation of the existing ecological cycle system, he only needs to recalibrate the main meditator array and adjust the ecological parameter threshold to increase the current productivity from 10% to 30%.

If the damaged precision instruments and radiation filtering modules can be replaced, productivity can be further increased to 60%.

Core nodes destroyed in the civil war were difficult to repair due to a lack of replacements.

But the refuge's capacity has been restored to 360 million, enough to accommodate all the tribesmen struggling to survive on the surface of Baal.

……

"Mr. Ivan, your head is pressing against me!"

Ivan awkwardly squeezed towards the car door. Fortunately, Gerrard didn't mean to make a fuss. Ivan's two heads were indeed difficult to control sometimes.

"Drip drip!"

The radiation meter sounded a warning, and the driver immediately swerved the steering wheel to steer the SUV away from the area.

This happens every day, and the fleet must be careful to avoid any areas with radiation.

Their mission is to search for the scattered tribesmen in the irradiated wasteland of Baal.

Whether it is the pure-blooded people who maintain their pure bloodline or the mutant settlements suffering from radiation, they will be marked in detail on the map.

Once they complete the survey, the two angels will personally visit each tribe according to this detailed map, try to resolve conflicts through peaceful negotiations, and invite them to enter the sanctuary.

Each team consists of at least two pure-bloods and two mutants. The two angels hope that through daily collaboration, they can gradually eliminate the thousand-year-old estrangement between the two groups.

As the most experienced manager of the shelter, Ivan could have lived out his life in the shelter.

But when the two angels proposed the initiative of ethnic reconciliation, he also volunteered to join the team as a role model for mutants.

Ivan looked out the window at the endless wasteland. "I never thought the living environment on Basilisk would be so harsh. How did you survive?"

Gerrard: "Compared to the shelter, this place is hell. We are just struggling to survive."

They were almost having an awkward conversation. They came from different ethnic groups and grew up in different environments, so they really had nothing in common.

But Ivan thinks that awkward conversation is better than silence. How can there be common topics if there is no conversation?

The driver's voice suddenly exploded, "Dense life signals detected ahead, a lot of them!"

On the vehicle-mounted auspicious instrument, dense scarlet light spots almost covered the entire fan-shaped detection area.

Ivan's two heads turned to the outside of the car at the same time. "This is outside the radiation zone. Pure-bloods won't settle here. Could they be mutants?"

Jeppard: "Maybe it's a fire scorpion. Let's avoid them first and go to the mountains!"

……

"Failed again," Sanguinius murmured softly.

Under the microscope, the broken DNA chain looks like a golden thread cut by invisible scissors.

The results of each experiment are always the same. At the same base pair position, the gene chain will break without warning, and the entire helical structure will collapse.

This gene is not a natural mutation of the human genome, but the result of artificial implantation in the golden age. However, the human body cannot explain what species this gene comes from.

This is just like not having comments in the code base. Even if the scientists in the golden age of genetic engineering were to study it themselves, they would still be scratching their heads at this mysterious gene.

Sanguinius was able to locate it, but he could neither parse its origin nor understand its design or mechanics.

Sanguinius: "This gene is not involved in protein synthesis and does not affect phenotypic expression, yet it stubbornly hinders genetic experiments."

"Father, what do you think?"

Wop: "Since there's no way around it, why not try deleting it?"

When the twins study in the library, Wop will also accompany them to study.

The Primarch's efficiency in absorbing knowledge is astonishing. Those obscure genetic maps and complex technical parameters are as clear and solvable as transparent puzzles in his eyes.

But Wop is just a mortal, he always stays at the level of knowing the facts but not the reasons.

He was unable to directly participate in the experimental operations, and at most could only provide advice to Sanguinius and expand his thinking with mortal thinking.

Wop: "M3 has a fictional gene lock theory, the theoretical basis of which is very similar to that of humans in M30, that is, the human body contains a large number of genes from other species, and the restrictions of the gene lock are to prevent these genes from mutating, but humans can still gradually break the gene lock and ascend."

"Karin, has Dr. Ivan ever proposed a similar theory?"

"My Lord," Karin lowered her head slightly, her soft voice hesitant. "Dr. Ivan also realized that certain gene sequences were hindering the experiment, but she always regarded these genes as genetic mutations. I believe your theory is the truth."

Wop shook his head: "Karin, you don't have to compliment me."

Karin placed her palms devoutly on her chest and said in a voice as soft as a prayer, "My Lord, this is no empty flattery."

Sanguinius's eyes flickered with thought. "I'll give it a try."

If someone else had made such a suggestion, Sanguinius would have politely pointed out the risks involved. Although this gene is not involved in protein synthesis, deleting it rashly could trigger unpredictable chain reactions.

But the person who came up with the idea was his father, so even if the success rate was slim, Sanguinius had to give it a try before making a conclusion.

Moreover, although my father's gene lock theory seems far-fetched, it is actually not without rationality.

Human genes are complex. In theory, deaths would occur frequently due to the mutual rejection of genes from different species. However, in reality, few people die from this. Perhaps this is the result of the "gene lock" of the golden age.

From the perspective of genetic regulation, the "gene lock" implanted in the golden age may be a sophisticated gene expression regulation mechanism.

Under normal physiological conditions, this regulatory mechanism can significantly reduce expression conflicts between gene fragments of different species and maintain genome stability.

However, in the high-radiation environment of Basilisk, high-energy radiation induces gene mutations, allowing some genes to bypass the restrictions of gene locks and cause mutations in the human body.

If the human body is compared to a prison, the genetic locks are the prison guards, and the genes induced by radiation are the prisoners who have escaped.

But directly deleting the gene lock is not feasible, as this will only cause the genes that are still imprisoned to escape.

Dr. Ivan's experiment is essentially to cultivate a genetic prison bully from the prison escape gene.

The prison bullies will severely bully other genes and beat them so that they dare not escape, but the gene locks will prevent them from returning to the prison.

Dr. Ivan's experiment almost perfectly matches Wop's gene lock theory, which may be the reason why Dr. Ivan failed!

The fundamental purpose of human ascension is to cultivate prison bullies called psychic genes, and the restrictions of gene locks will be lifted sooner or later.

There was nothing wrong with Dr. Ivan's experiment of training prison bullies in theory, but she did not expect that there were prison guards in the prison. She mistakenly believed that prison guards also had the genes for prison escape, so she always wanted to let prison bullies suppress prison guards.

Of course, the prison guards would never comply with this rebellious behavior, so the result was often that the prisoners and the guards died together, and the experimenters died suddenly.

Karin died and came back to life many times during the experiment and finally became a psychic, which shows that the righteous prisoners defeated the evil prison guards after going through untold hardships and successfully returned to the prison.