The moment he sent it, Mo Wang regretted it. The second half was especially treasonous! Questioning The Emperor's plan and mourning a fallen primarch—this was more than enough to be classified as potential heresy!
However, the group's reaction was completely unexpected.
[The Most Passionate Pokemon Trainer]: Got it. Chronic shortage of daily supplies, teammates with worrying mental states, and leadership selling pipe dreams. All the elements are there. Yep, that's Warhammer flavor, all right.
[Some Salted Fish Among the Eight Million Warriors of the Dungeon]: Missing the dove-faction angel, huh? Understandable, totally understandable. Who doesn't like a gentle, powerful handsome guy? What a shame.
[The Charging Flame Head]: Haha, "normal teammates" are actually part of the prayer! Bro, just how awful is the interpersonal environment over there?!
There was no scolding, no suspicion, only teasing that said "yeah, figures," and a faint sense of understanding.
There were even... people who, like him, thought Sanguinius's fate was a shame.
Mo Wang's tightly stretched nerves loosened, just the tiniest bit.
Maybe... this really wasn't Chaos corruption? At the very least, Tzeentch probably couldn't come up with such a... down-to-earth "parallel-world self-help club" script, right?
Slaanesh would probably find it too boring, Nurgle might complain it lacked "vitality," and Khorne would probably just charge over and start chopping.
[The Savior of Rationality]: Looks like that settles it. Welcome to the "Mo Wang Multiverse Ranting Mutual Aid Group," Warhammer bro. Here, you can take off the mask for a while, you don't have to spend all day keeping loyalty on your lips, and you don't have to worry about getting your head blown off for saying the wrong thing. Of course, sharing some of the "local fun" from your side would be great too, like what earth-shattering suicide mission your company commander assigned this