Almost Ran Away

From the very beginning, Lin Yun had found it strange. Sure, this world was a mix of Berserk and Warhammer, but they couldn't have just been mashed together with no thought.

For seven whole years, no one had discovered that the lord was a Daemon. The Sigmar Church's abilities were absolutely pathetic.

Still, Lin Yun was at least a little more "normal" than most.

So once he looked at things from a different angle, it didn't take long for him to realize there was undoubtedly a mole.

The Chaos Four Peddlers might usually fight among themselves, but sometimes they joined forces.

Of course, most of the time, they united for something they could all benefit from.

Come to think of it, wasn't this just what you'd expect from Nuln?

First there'd been a Slaanesh cult, and now Tzeentch had shown up. And if Lin Yun's guess was right, that lord... should belong to Khorne...

After all, Khorne was the one who loved blood-soaked terror.

A spectacle like executing "heretics" would certainly please Khorne.

Emmm, that made three Chaos Gods already. If one more showed up—Demon Father, no, Grandfather—then they might as well start playing mahjong.

As for why Lin Yun could tell at a glance that Priest Fran was a follower of Tzeentch—

It was because of Lin Yun's True Sight Goggles. He'd already said that he'd prepared them for exactly this kind of situation.

To Lin Yun, Priest Fran didn't look like a middle-aged man at all. He looked like a plucked chicken, covered in nothing but hair follicles. The sight gave Lin Yun goosebumps; it was impossible not to react.

Tzeentch's followers excelled at changing their appearance, but that depended on the circumstances.

Unless they deliberately cast a more advanced illusion right in front of Lin Yun, he