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

Dr. Ivan’s idea is not wrong. It is a normal ascension process for a prison bully to defeat a prison guard. This is how psychics are born.

However, the prison bullies produced by experimental mutagenesis are often not strong enough and do not gain the recognition of the prison guards, which triggers a fierce backlash from the prison guards.

But since the prison guards are hindering evolution, why not just 'delete' them?

……

Karin seemed to have returned to that simpler and more fulfilling time.

She would carefully prepare three meals every day, and when she saw Wop and the two little angels enjoying the food she cooked, gentle ripples would appear in her heart.

In the afternoon, she would clean the room carefully, wiping every corner spotlessly clean.

When Sanguinius and Wop were immersed in genetic experiments, she would quietly serve by their side, offering advice based on the knowledge she remembered.

Karin hummed softly as she folded the dried clothes neatly.

Such a life is peaceful and warm, which is exactly the happiness she is looking for.

She is not greedy, she just wants to be with my Lord at all times.

It seemed as if this was the meaning of her birth.

"It feels so good..." She murmured softly, with a hint of trance-like sweetness in her voice, as if even her breathing was soaked in peace.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the fickle fate was so gentle to her.

Karin unconsciously raised a satisfied smile on her face.

"Thank you, fate."

In a trance, she seemed to hear a chuckle.

"You're welcome."

……

"Brother, help me inject the C7-13 targeted drug."

"What's the dosage?"

"11% reduction."

"D4-21 potion, dosage increased by 17%."

The twin angels who looked like teenagers were busy shuttling back and forth in the laboratory. Sanguinius stared at the genetic map on the Thinker's screen. Success or failure depended on this one move!

It is simple to delete the gene lock, but he must also ensure the integrity of the gene chain so that those genes that have escaped from prison can return to the prison area.

"Deletion" does not mean simply discarding this gene, but recompiling the gene lock, otherwise the integrity of the gene cannot be guaranteed.

However, gene locks are the technological culmination of the golden age, and any carelessness in compiling the underlying genes can lead to systemic collapse.

The human body is a prison, and the genetic lock is the prison guard. The underlying logic will not change.

Dr. Ivan's experimental results can suppress mutant genes and restore their normal expression, turning escaped prisoners back into docile kittens.

Sanguinius is a legislator. He wants to maintain the basic order of the prison while writing a new judicial interpretation, issuing amnesty to those mutated genes, so that prison guards will ignore these escaped genes.

The prison bully will force other genes to return to the prison area, and at the same time lock himself in the prison area and act as the leader in the prison.

And the basis of the editorial judicial interpretation is the blood of Sanguinius.

Since his blood can turn mutants into space marines, he can try to use it to cure mutants.

If his experiment succeeds, this genetic sequence will save the mutants on Baal-2.

They may not become psykers, but they can turn back into normal people.

"Did you make it?"

Sanguinius held his breath. On the Thinker's display screen, the genetic map still maintained the sacred double helix structure, and the genes contained in his blood were cooperating with the Psionic Helllord to soothe those wildly mutated genes.

So far, so good.

When the experiment touched on the genetic code, the prison guards did not react strongly at first.

When the new judicial interpretation touched the gene lock, the mysterious gene sequence remained unresponsive like a sleeping guard.

Sanguinius even thought for a moment that they had successfully circumvented it.

However, as the experiment progressed, the originally dormant gene lock suddenly began to reorganize violently, and the entire DNA helical structure fell apart in an instant.

"Failed again." Sanguinius sighed, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes.

The initial experimental results proved that his theoretical direction was completely correct, like the first ray of light in the darkness, although weak, it pointed the way forward for him.

The problem now is that even if his genes are the master key, he knows too little about this mysterious genetic lock and it is difficult to crack its operating mechanism.

But it doesn’t matter, every failure is a step towards success.

He won't give up.

As long as he continues to conduct in-depth research, he will eventually uncover all the secrets of this gene!

"My Lord." Karin stood at the door of the laboratory, her hands folded in front of her. "It's time for you to eat."

Sanguinius said without turning his head: "Dad, brother, you guys eat first."

Fulgrim's wings fluttered gently behind him, and he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck from behind. "Have you forgotten what Father taught us? The more persistent you are, the easier it is to lose your way. You won't even abandon your family for this experiment, will you?"

Sanguinius's wings folded gracefully. "Brother, you are changing the subject!"

It's not like he was so obsessed that he couldn't even take time to eat, but with the original body's physical condition, he didn't need to eat three meals a day like ordinary people.

"Ritual is an important bond that maintains humanity." Fulgrim's fingertips gently touched the tip of Sanguinius' nose. This childish gesture formed a strange contrast with his serious tone. "Besides, I am your brother. You must listen to me!"

Sanguinius blinked slightly. "What if Daddy and you have a conflict?"

"Is that even a question? Then you have to listen to father, but this time father will support me!" Fulgrim straightened his chest.

Wop nodded seriously, "Sanguinius, it is indeed time for you to eat."

"Very well then." Sanguinius nodded obediently.

Fulgrim: "Sister Karin, what shall we eat today?"

Karin smiled gently. "Cream of mushroom soup and seared steak. I even added extra cream, as well as Sanguinius's favorite fruit and coffee."

Sanguinius had a bitter face. He actually didn't like coffee. He only liked sweets.

The fruit is delicious.

He had to add sugar to his coffee, but if he added too much sugar his father would find it too choking, and Fulgrim didn't like coffee either.

That’s it for now, let’s eat first.

……

"Sevatar."

Koz's voice slowly spread in the dark room, "For lunch today, I want cream of mushroom soup and seared steak."

Sevatar: "My Lord, how would you like your steak cooked?"

"Three points."

Sevatar silently notified the Black Armored Guards on the communication channel to bring the dishes.

Sevata could clearly remember that Koz, who had always disliked spending time on eating, suddenly started to eat regularly. Even on the battlefield, Koz would take time out of his busy schedule to eat.

To this end, the Nightfall maintains a team of mortal chefs.

They were all looted by Koze from the governor's palaces of various worlds, and they specialize in various dishes of ancient Terra.

Before every meal, they would prepare various dishes and serve them as soon as Koz gave the order.

These dishes are not expensive, but they are varied.

The leftovers will not go to waste, and the Night Lords and mortal crew members can also satisfy their appetites.

Sevatar knew without a doubt that Wop was dining at the same table with the other Primarchs, and Curze was seeking a sense of participation.

When we were in Nostramo, everyone ate corpse starch, which could be taken out and chewed without having to eat at the same table.

The revolution finally won, and Wop left again.

The Primarch really didn't have such an opportunity, and he felt very miserable!

Sevatar sympathized with the Primarch and could understand his jealousy.

So he decided to report all these things to Sister Dorothy and let Sister Dorothy take good care of the original body's physical and mental health.

Otherwise, even if the Primarch wasn't crazy, he would have gone crazy too.

Sevatar looked at the black-armored guards who had come over and frowned: "Why only one?"

The black-armored guards looked at each other in confusion. "Lord Sevatar, does the Primarch need two copies?"

"The Primarch only needs one copy, so where is my share?"

Chapter 160: Baal's Rebirth (5K)

"My Lord, they're in that valley." Ivan pointed to the mountains dyed red by the setting sun. "At least five hundred mutants."

Gerard: "There are quite a few purebloods on the other side of the mountains."

Wop stood between the two angels, tilting his head slightly. "You choose."

Fulgrim and Sanguinius were now true Primarchs.

The two angels stood silently, their silhouettes appearing particularly solemn in the twilight, with their sacred pure white wings folded behind them.

Sanguinius: "Mutants."

Fulgrim: "Pureblood."

Wop's eyes flickered between the two angels. "Shall we have a competition this time to see who's faster?"

Fulgrim said in a low voice, "No need."

The pure white wings drew a cold arc in the twilight and flew towards the sky without looking back.

Sanguinius's lips curled up slightly, and there was a soft light in his eyes.

The last time Fulgrim lost to him, he was angry for a full five minutes.

Wop smiled silently. The twins always had quarrels for some strange reasons.

Ivan was worried. "My Lord, are the two angels in danger?"

"They are angels!" Karin raised her chin slightly.

Although she is not Angel's mother, she raised Angel!

……

Mutants are deformed beings ravaged by radiation.

These pathetic people don't even have the most basic radiation meters. They can only stumble across the wasteland like blinded beasts. Perhaps in the next second they will step into a seemingly calm death pit or drink a sip of spring water that appears clear but is actually rich in deadly radiation.

But mutants are only mutated due to radiation, and their resistance to radiation is higher than that of normal people, but they are not completely immune to radiation.

Like purebloods, they need to find areas with low radiation.

But such areas are extremely rare, so there are often frictions between mutants and pure-bloods over the competition for these areas.

Mutants don’t know where is suitable for living, but the areas where pure-bloods live must be suitable for living. They just need to keep an eye on the pure-bloods and rob them.

If they could eliminate the pure-bloods, they would have a chance to have a good meal.

The pure-blooded people have always carefully avoided the high-radiation areas of Baal, and their flesh and blood are the purest on the entire Baal.

The towering mountains, like a silent giant, separated the two tribes on both sides of the fold zone, which could have accommodated both sides to survive.

But hatred, tempered by generations of fighting, has become more deadly than radiation, and both pure-bloods and mutants are unwilling to give up this pure land.

The mutant population far outnumbers the purebloods, and the purebloods have guns.

Neither side wants to let their precious people die, so the situation is at a stalemate.

If nothing unexpected happens, when the resources of this mountain range are exhausted, they will still inevitably destroy each other.

Maybe the mutants will be wiped out, maybe the pure-bloods will die, one of them will always disappear.

Then, the angel came.