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

It seemed that as long as he was killed, everything would become what he expected.

"No!" Luo Jia shouted in panic.

Heartbroken, the slaves rushed upon Kor Phaeron, hoping to subdue the blasphemous madman.

Cole Phaeron had already pulled the trigger continuously, the whistling sound of bullets broke the silence, and six bullets were fired at Wop without reservation.

But it missed Wop, nor Erebus, who had the courage to stand before him.

"You pointed a gun at me, don't you know I know Kung Fu?"

Wop waved his hand to disperse the psychic shield, and the bullets, having lost their kinetic energy, fell to the ground with a clang and sank into the gravel.

Cole Phaeron was still firing, but there were no bullets in the magazine, only the sound of the cylinder clattering.

"boom!"

The slaves rushed forward, pinned Kor Phaeron down, and clamped his limbs tightly, making him unable to move.

Lorgar stumbled forward two steps, his slender fingers carefully grasping Wop's trouser leg.

He raised his pink little face, his violet eyes filled with water, like stars wet by rain.

"I'm sorry," his childish voice carried the soft and sticky tone unique to children.

These three words seemed to have exhausted all his courage. His fingertips trembled slightly on Wop's clothes. He didn't dare to hold on tightly, but was also afraid of being thrown away. Even his breathing became cautious.

The amulet tied to him by the nomads was still on his thin wrist, and it was shaking gently with his trembling movements, reflecting tiny spots of light in the sunlight.

A tear suddenly fell on the surface of Wop's boots, spreading dark dots on the leather surface. Lorca hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe away the tears that kept falling.

Wop looked down at Lorgar and said nothing.

The Emperor's favorite Primarch was Horus, but the one who looked most like him was Lorgar.

Aside from their eye color, Lorgar and the Emperor look identical.

The nomads and believers saw a noble prophet asking for his forgiveness, so their hearts were broken with grief.

But what Wop saw was the young Emperor grabbing his trouser leg, looking at him with tears in his eyes. He was so anxious that the tip of his nose turned pink and a whimper like a small animal came out of his throat.

If Wop didn't keep a straight face, he himself didn't know what expression he would have.

Wop: "What's wrong?"

"I should protect them."

Lorga carefully observed Wop's reaction. He was smart and knew what Wop wanted to hear.

If Wop doesn't want to listen, he will change his mind at any time.

Wop sighed.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, I am only in this mountain.

Each Primarch has different flaws. Curze's flaw is the prophecy that he cannot control, while Lorgar's flaw is rooted in his genes, which is his extreme obsession with authority and absolute obedience. The various behaviors of the Word Bearers also prove that they are completely bootlickers of authority.

In other legions, if their Primarch was beaten, they would fight to the death to avenge the Gene-Father. If the Gene-Father was unfortunately seriously injured, they would also do everything they could to retrieve the remains of the Gene-Father.

Only among the Word Bearers, if Lorgar was beaten, his descendants would applaud and immediately kneel down to swear allegiance to the person who beat Lorgar.

On the contrary, after the Word Bearers fell into Chaos, they could protect their genetic father without fear of life and death.

So even if Wop didn't say a word to Lorga, Lorga could recognize him in the crowd at a glance because he was the strongest among them.

But Lorgar's character was precisely the reason why the Emperor gave up on him.

Even if the Emperor had not made a deal with the Four Gods, he could have foreseen that half of his sons would betray him.

However, the future is unpredictable, and the Emperor cannot accurately predict which sons will betray him, so he actively or passively gave up some of them. This may explain the Emperor's different treatment of the Primarchs and occasional human-machine operations.

Among the twenty Primarchs, the two who are not remembered have been abandoned, and Perturabo, Angron and Lorgar are the three giants who may be abandoned at any time.

Perhaps in the Emperor's plan, no matter how bad the situation was, it would still be 10 to 8. Add him and Malcador, and it would be 12 to 8.

The reason why he knew that some of his offspring would betray him, but he did not clean it up in advance like he did with the second and eleventh sons, was perhaps because he still had expectations for his offspring and expected them to remain loyal. But this is a typical case of wanting the horse to run fast but not giving it grass to eat.

Sometimes Wop wondered if educating these Primarchs would make the situation even more chaotic.

Of course they will.

But Wop would rather be wrong than do nothing.

Wop rubbed Luo Jia's head hard, "Luo Jia, I will only teach you once, understand?"

Luo Jia nodded heavily, his eyes full of expectation.

Chapter 52: Believe in God’s Power, Not His Mercy

"Ignorant fools!" Kor Phaeron was pinned to the ground, his rage like a bursting flood, and he uttered a few words through clenched teeth, "Have you ever read those books? Have you ever learned the stars and symbols? I am your master, and I command you to let me go!"

The crowd turned a deaf ear to his orders, and the guards knelt on the ground in fear.

Kor Phaeron claimed to be the bearer of the Word of Truth, but he was merely a priest exiled from the Covenant, his authority long since lost.

But Lorgar is the prophet given to this land by the gods, and Wop also has the blessing of the gods.

Lorgar chose Wop, which made others realize that Kor Phaeron was just a fraud, and Wop and Lorgar were the ones who held the truth!

Worp led Lorgar to Kor Phaeron, and the slaves looked at Lorgar with fanaticism and awe.

"Where's his incubator?" Wop asked the nomads.

"We hid it," the nomad said tremblingly.

Wop: "Was the incubator damaged during landing? If so, bring me a piece."

The nomad carefully ran to a tent, and after a while took out a small piece of sharp fragment from it and handed it to Wop.

"Take it." Wop placed the shard in Lorgar's palm. "Your brother used a shard to bring justice and judgment to a world, bringing justice and order to the oppressed people. I hope you can do the same, and not grow up to be a giant baby."

Lorgar held the fragment in confusion, but when Worp's voice praising the other Primarchs reached his ears, he lowered his eyelids and his violet pupils shrank into needles.

He seemed to have grown up a lot in an instant, and he walked towards Kor Phaeron with his head lowered.

Kor Phaeron was overjoyed and shouted, "Come to me, child! I am your master!"

Lorgar walked towards him step by step, and looked down at Kor Phaeron's old face in the frightened eyes of the slaves.

"It's you." He said, his voice childish and innocent.

"Yes, it's me!" Kor Phaeron raised his head, excited and proud. "Let me go, you slaves!"

The slave on top of him was filled with fear and lived in constant anxiety.

Some of them began to move away from Kor Phaeron, taking the pressure off the priest and allowing him to move.

"Come here, child." Kor Phaeron stretched out his arm and waved to Lorgar, looking at the child given by God with obsessed eyes.

Luo Jia: "Let him go."

The slaves were terrified, but no one dared to disobey him, and they all left Kor Phaeron.

Lorgar lifted Kor Phaeron's chin with his tender little hands, and in his expectant eyes, he slit his throat with the fragment.

"Goo!"

A slimy gurgling sound emerged from the depths of Kor Phaeron's throat, like a dying worm struggling in mud.

He touched his neck, and blood stained his palms.

But he still looked at Lorgar with anticipation, stretching out his wet and bloody fingertips towards him, wanting to grasp the gift bestowed upon him by the gods.

Dark red blood foam overflowed from the corners of his twitching mouth, winding down his carefully trimmed beard, and forming hideous patterns on the hot sand.

Lorca left without looking back. He returned to Wop, holding the blood-stained fragment, and looked up at Wop nervously and expectantly.

The slaves were relieved, the nomads were delighted, and the guards were afraid, but no one felt sorry for Kor Phaeron's death.

Wop: "Why did you kill him?"

Lorgar turned slowly, his violet pupils reflecting the tragic scene of Kor Phaeron's dying struggle.

The crazed priest was like a worm with a severed spine, dragging a winding trail of blood on the sand, his blood-stained fingertips still stubbornly reaching towards him.

Why did he kill Kor Phaeron?

"I thought you would like it." Lorgar said, looking at Wop expectantly, hoping that Wop would praise him as much as he praised his brother.

Wop's helpless sigh slowly spread in the dry air, like a drop of ink falling into a sea of ​​sand, or like a sharp knife accurately piercing the young heart of the original body.

"Did I do something wrong?" Lorca asked in panic.

Wop once thought Nostramo was like a larger version of Gotham City, but now he feels that Colchis is the real Gotham because the Joker is there.

Now Kor Phaeron was dead, Erebus was dead, and only Lorgar remained as the Primarch.

But what should he do with Lorca?

Curze is born with the ability to love, and he instinctively pursues justice and order. In the official history, he just took the wrong path, so Wop's way of educating Curze is very simple. The only thing he has to do is to point out the direction for Curze to move forward.

But different Primarchs have very different personalities. If you want to educate Lorgar, you can't use the education method for Curze. Encouraging education is of little use to Lorgar.

It is actually very simple to keep Lorgar loyal. Just take advantage of his obsession with submitting to authority and keep PUAing him.

For example, tell him that the Emperor is a God, and then implant hints in him again and again, making him firmly believe that the suffering he endures is a test from the Emperor.

In the official history, this is how Kor Phaeron PUA Lorgar.

Lorgar has always regarded Kor Phaeron as his master and is obsessed with submitting to Kor Phaeron's authority.

Even though he suffered from Kor Phaeron's abuse, and even though a group of slaves revolted because they could not bear his abuse and wanted to kill Kor Phaeron to give him freedom, Lorgar still chose to kill those slaves and continue to be Kor Phaeron's dog, because Kor Phaeron represented the authority in Lorgar's heart.

But authority is never absolute.

The relationship between Lorgar and Kor Phaeron later reversed when Lorgar discovered a new authority, the Emperor.

If the Emperor had always been the authority in Lorgar's heart, Lorgar's loyalty would not have wavered.

But the Emperor is only the most powerful psychic in the galaxy. He is not a god after all, and he does not have absolute authority.

Given Lorgar's character, once he discovered the truth about the Four Gods, even if there was no Perfect City incident and no Kor Phaeron and Erebus, Lorgar would most likely kneel down to worship the Four Gods, because the Four Gods were more authoritative than the Emperor.

This was similar to how he had abandoned Kor Phaeron's authority and embraced the Emperor's faith.

PUA Lorgar is very simple. Judging from his dependence on Wope, he will believe whatever Wope says.

But this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution, and it is even self-deception.

"Listen, Lorgar," Wop said, "Gods are real, but you must never believe in any of them."

"Why?" Lorca asked.

"Because you and I are both human, the Emperor is also human, and gods never protect humans."

"Believe in the power of the gods, but not in their mercy."

Chapter 53 A Family of Twisted People

"I understand. I will not believe in gods, no matter who they are."

Lorgar does not believe in gods, he believes in authority.

Wop is the authority in Lorgar's heart at present. If authority makes him not believe in God, then he will not believe in God.

Koroka's almost devout obedience did not comfort Wop, he just felt it was difficult.

If he wanted to save Lorgar, to change the Primarch as radically as Curze had, he would have to make Lorgar overcome his flaws and stop submitting to authority.

But if he wants to make Lorga become what he wants him to be, he must become the authority in Lorga's heart, because Lorga will only listen to authority.

Since he is the authority, he taught Lorca to resist authority.

Naraka must rebel against him and at the same time rebel against the logic of his education in resisting authority, which will only make him succumb to a higher level of authority.

"Erebus." Wop called to the boy who had been following him, "Hold him and follow me."

"Me?" Erebas looked at the child on the ground in awe. The child opened his arms to him and asked for a hug, but Erebas could see the disappointment in his eyes. He wanted to be hugged by Wop rather than Erebas.

"He is not a prophet, this is not blasphemy!" Erebus whispered to himself, picked up Lorgar and followed Wop.

The people in the camp have been divided into three distinct factions. The smallest group is the nomads, followed by believers who wield weapons, and the largest group is the slaves.

Wop: "You will each send a representative to see me."