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

Erebus's face was frozen in shock, his skin a sickly pale beneath the scripture. His lips trembled, as if Wop's words were a knife pressing against the throat of his faith.

What a blasphemy!

Erebus was a clever boy, and he had already figured out how to refute Wop, because humans could not comprehend the greatness of the Power.

Erebus lowered his head. He did not loudly refute Wop. He himself did not know why he could remain indifferent in the face of Wop's blasphemy.

This cannot be explained by the fact that Wop saved him. Although Wop saved his life, he also tortured and killed a teenager in front of him.

This does not prove that he is guilty of a heinous crime, but it can dilute Erebus's gratitude.

But Erebus didn't dare to refute him.

Whether it was Wop asking him to join Kor Phaeron's convoy or Wop blaspheming his gods, he strangely felt that Wop must have his reasons!

His knuckles turned white from clutching his robe too tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he could not utter a complete syllable, and could only squeeze out broken sounds from between his teeth.

The scriptures he carefully engraved every day suddenly became scorching hot, burning his skin like red-hot iron chains, as if they were going to melt through his skull.

Erebus lowered his head sharply to hide his overly pale face.

When he began to doubt the gods, he was already blaspheming them.

He once had a bright future. He was a well-known devout believer, and in a few years he would be able to join the Covenant and become a priest.

But after he met Wop, all of this was ruined and he realized he could never be a pastor again.

Wop had ruined his life, and he should have hated him.

But if it weren't for Wop, he would have been hanged.

"I'm going to sleep, you should get some rest early too." Erebas suddenly pulled the wool blanket over his whole body, and his voice muffled by the blanket was nasal.

His curled-up figure trembled slightly, as if he wanted to bury himself deep in the bed. His body, curled up under the wool blanket, was still trembling, and those blasphemous questions gnawed at his faith like venomous snakes.

Wop did not press on with his victory. Erebus's reaction was so big that even he was surprised, but he did not use any drastic measures!

He didn't tell him the truth about the Four Gods of Erebus, nor did he let him see the monsters in the warp. Is that not okay?

"Go to sleep, we'll talk about other things tomorrow."

The steady warmth of Wop's palm came through the wool blanket, temporarily soothing the fear that was throbbing beneath the scriptures.

When Wop's warm palms patted him through the blanket, the boy's tense nerves miraculously relaxed. His hunched back was like a fully stretched bow, the string about to break at any moment, but it slowly relaxed with the regular patting.

"I..." His pale lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was suddenly swept away by sleepiness.

Like a reed ravaged by a storm finally breaking, his posture as he fell asleep was almost pious.

His hands unconsciously folded across his chest, like a believer's final prayer gesture. The oil lamp cast mottled shadows on his face, and the lines of the scriptures twitched slightly in his sleep, as if still struggling with some invisible force.

In the darkness, Erebus seemed to hear Wop muttering to himself.

"I'd rather believe in the Emperor than Chaos, even the Four Divine Dogs!"

Chapter 50 Why are you looking at me like that?

"Get up! Lazy guys!" The overseer's hoarse roar was accompanied by the dull sound of the whip hitting the flesh, and the slaves' curled up bodies were suddenly awakened by the shadow of the whip.

The slaves numbly climbed up, their frozen purple feet stepping on the scorching sand.

Not far away, believers were waking from their warm blankets, yawning as they waited for breakfast. They wrapped themselves tightly in robes embroidered with scriptures and prayed toward the sun, completely unaware that the slaves' frostbitten toes were bleeding, leaving dark red marks on the sand.

Erebus dragged himself onto the deck with unsteady steps, his pale face almost transparent in the morning light. He subconsciously licked between his teeth. The tip of his tongue, bitten by the teeth last night when his teeth chattered, was still bleeding. The sweet and fishy taste of rust spread in his mouth, as if reminding him of his blasphemy.

"Where is this place?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Kor Phaeron walked towards him with a smile and patiently answered his question: "A nomadic camp. We are going to preach to those who have been rejected."

This is also why he was expelled from the covenant.

The Covenant controlled all coastal areas of Colchis, and the inhabitants of the towns were all followers of the Covenant.

And in the vast desert there are a large number of nomadic tribes, who are the rejected ones.

Kor Phaeron proposed a radical expansion to the Covenant, bringing the rejected people of the desert into Covenant rule.

So Kor Phaeron got what he wanted: he was expelled from the Covenant, but he also got the opportunity to preach to the rejected.

Erebus lowered his head. He and Kor Phaeron were not of the same kind, and they were not "us", but where was "us"?

Erebus's eyes swept over the busy believers and slaves. When he woke up, Wop was no longer by his side, and there was no trace of him among the crowd. Everything that had happened not long ago seemed like a dream.

"Where is Wop?" Erebus asked.

Kor Phaeron: "Your servant? He went to the camp of the rejected."

Erebus breathed a sigh of relief and murmured to himself, "At least it wasn't a dream."

Erebus looked up at Kor Phaeron. "Wop is not my servant."

"Erebus, you forgot to apply the tattoo paint today. Do you want me to help you?" Kor Phaeron asked.

Erebus pretended not to hear and walked towards the camp of the rejected people in a daze.

Kor Phaeron couldn't help but show a hint of irritation when Erebus ignored him. Even if he had been exiled by the Covenant, he was still a priest of the Covenant. Erebus's disdain completely ignored him!

"Old man, do you know where Wop is?" Erebus asked an old slave.

He described Wop's appearance, and the old man hurriedly pointed to the tent not far away.

The old man's flattered attitude made Erebus feel sad. In Colchis, a day and night alternated for 170.4 hours, and a year had 247 days.

He was only two and a half, and Kor Phaeron was only eight, but the old man was at least ten.

The average life expectancy in Colchis was only seven years, and it was extremely rare for someone to live to be ten years old.

In the covenant, all men over the age of ten were respected priests, but this old man was a slave.

In Colchis, people's status was determined by their birth.

If parents are slaves, all their descendants will be slaves.

Erebus's parents were commoners, so he was qualified to join the Covenant and become a priest.

But whether they are priests, commoners or slaves, they are all devout believers of God. If God is truly merciful, why would He allow the Covenant to enslave people?

Erebus didn't understand, but he wanted to find out the reason, and only Wop could tell him the answer.

Erebus opened the tent and saw Wop.

Wop had his back to him, and Erebus wanted to call him, but he was fascinated by the child in the tent at first sight.

The child was only one and a half years old. His purple pupils radiated a divine light, as if there were stars flowing, and as if they contained all the truths in the world.

At this moment, Erebus seemed to have stopped breathing.

He suddenly understood why Wop had taken him across the sea of ​​sand, and who Wop was looking for. This was no ordinary child, but... His Adam's apple rolled, and he dared not utter that blasphemous word.

"Where's Kor Phaeron?" Wop asked.

Erebus lifted the tent curtain, and the heat wave wrapped in dust blew in his face. He saw Kor Phaeron holding a bronze holy cup and distributing wheat cakes and wine to the nomads.

Erebus whispered, "He's distributing communion and preaching to the rejected. Are we going to take this child away?"

Erebus disliked Kor Phaeron; his ambitions were too great.

Once Kor Phaeron discovers this child, he will definitely use him to achieve his ambitions.

If Wop was there for the kid, they had to leave as soon as possible.

"Wop, he's coming this way!" Erebus shouted nervously, "What should we do?"

Wop: "Do nothing, don't block the door, let him in."

He stepped aside, and Erebus hesitantly stood beside him.

The child in the center of the tent kept looking at them, and Erebus knew he was looking at Wop.

Wop also knew that the child was looking at him, but Wop had not said a word to him since he entered the tent.

"Please don't go in." The nomad begged desperately from behind. Kor Phaeron stubbornly lifted the curtain and said, "I want to see what you are hiding from me!"

He saw with his own eyes that Erebus entered the tent and never came out again. When he asked, the nomad avoided his gaze and refused to tell him. Kor Phaeron immediately realized that there was an incredible secret in this tent.

His breathing hitched when he saw the child's appearance reflected in his cloudy pupils.

"boom!"

A surge of happiness washed over Kor Phaeron's spirit, and he fainted.

……

"Kill them, kill them all!"

When Kor Phaeron awoke, his voice trembled with excitement.

He knew that the child must not be discovered by the Covenant, otherwise they would definitely take the child away from him!

This child is a gift given to him by the Almighty. He belongs to him and only to him!

The nomads who were driven to the center of the camp by weapons looked at the guards around them who were holding flintlock rifles with fear in their eyes. They looked at the child with pleading eyes, hoping that the child would plead for them in consideration of the fact that they had taken care of him for so many days.

But the child was indifferent, he just watched.

"Wop." Erebus wanted to plead for the nomads and looked at Wop with pleading eyes.

Wop looked at the child with only disappointment in his eyes.

Although he knew that Luo Jia was such a person, he was still disappointed when he saw it with his own eyes.

The child's eyes never left Wop, and he saw the disappointment in Wop's eyes. The child, who was indifferent even when the nomads who took care of him were about to be slaughtered, finally showed a panic expression on his face.

Why are you looking at him like that?

What did he do wrong?

Chapter 51 Luo Jia is a dog

Lorca's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers clenched unconsciously.

He was sure he caught the fleeting disappointment in Wop's eyes, which was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into his immature heart.

Why are you looking at him like that? What did he do wrong?

The Primarchs were all intelligent, and Lorgar was no exception.

He realized that Wop's disappointment stemmed from his indifference to Kor Phaeron's orders and his disregard for the nomad's pleading eyes.

"Does he want me to save them?"

Lorgar heard the metallic clang of flintlock rifles being loaded, and the caravan guards faithfully carried out Kor Phaeron's orders.

Kor Phaeron was a priest of the Covenant and their master. These nomads were rejected and pagans, and slaughtering them would not cause any psychological burden to the guards.

Lorgar walked barefoot across the hot sand, passing through the guards with muskets and standing in front of the terrified nomads.

The guards moved their guns away in fear, not daring to point them at the sacred child.

Even the humblest mortal could see the divinity radiating from his purple eyes.

The more devout the believers are, the more they fear blasphemy against him.

"Child, don't worry about those pagans, come to me!" Kor Phaeron's voice was almost pleading. He opened his arms towards Lorgar, wanting to embrace the sacred child in his arms.

Koroka never looked at him from beginning to end. He looked at Wop with anticipation, hoping to see a smile on Wop's face.

Kor Phaeron saw Lorgara's hopeful eyes, like those of a fledgling. He pointed at Wop and Erebus and shouted frantically:

"Shoot! I order you to kill them. I am your master!"

Kor Phaeron's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms, like a gambler who had lost everything and was making a last-ditch effort.

"Put down your guns and don't hurt them."

Luo Jia spoke, his voice was tender and full of childish innocence.

The guards lowered their guns, knelt before Lorgar, and begged for his forgiveness in a low voice.

Kor Phaeron went crazy. He couldn't believe that this God-given child didn't belong to him!

"It's you, it's all your fault!"

Kor Phaeron's roar broke as he snatched the guard's pistol and pointed it at Wop.