Destroy the Four Gods of Chaos?
"Who? Me?"
Even the well-informed Laughing God nearly lost his composure at that moment.
The carefully painted curve of his mouth visibly twitched twice on his greasepaint-covered face.
Cegorach wanted to say, "You're not joking with me, are you?"
Even if I'm a clown, that's just my profession, not my identity. You can't insult my intelligence like this!
But when the Laughing God met Rowan's utterly unruffled eyes, he forcibly swallowed those words.
This guy was serious?!
Cegorach was almost angered into laughter.
If I had a way to destroy the Four Gods of Chaos, would I still be wasting words with you here? I'd have charged into the Warp long ago and killed those four bastards one by one, then rebuilt the Eldar Pantheon and made the Eldar great again.
Would I have needed to hide in this Black Library for twenty thousand years, constantly worrying that Slaanesh's Daemon Army might sneak in?
He looked at Rowan, and an extremely subtle expression appeared on his ridiculous clown face.
"I'm not joking with you. I'm serious."
Rowan's tone was utterly calm.
He tilted his head slightly, as though he had seen through the twists and turns in Cegorach's mind, then raised a finger and cut off whatever excuses the Laughing God was about to offer.
"However, you may have misunderstood what I meant."
The Laughing God froze slightly.
"Misunderstood? What is there to misunderstand?"
Were you using some obscure language I didn't know?
I understood every word you said, but when put together, they left the Laughing God somewhat baffled.
Rowan shook his head.
Let me think of how to hint at my abilities to this guy—
Got it.
"I don't need you to come up with any practical battle plan. I only need