"If this damn thing causes any trouble, is my mission to finish it off?"
"Of course. You're a Soulless One. If you kill it, it'll be gone for good."
"Putting an immobile lump of rotten flesh like a Daemon Prince out of its misery really gives me no sense of accomplishment."
After leaving the Blackstone chamber and parting ways with the two Primarchs, Qin Mo walked through the flagship's corridors toward its lower decks.
Following behind Qin Mo was Yao En, the Custodian who had hurried over from elsewhere. During the war, he remained aboard the ship specifically to deal with the fleet's many supernatural incidents.
The Blackstone box had already been discarded. As a Soulless One, Yao En did not need such a thing to restrain a Daemon Prince.
He was a Soulless One. No matter how weak his Soulless One traits might be, he was still a Soulless One.
"But since it is your order, as well as the mission and duty I was born with, I am still honored."
Yao En had plucked out one of the knowledge-seeking Slaanesh Daemon Prince's eyeballs, carrying the Daemon Prince by the bundle of nerves connecting the eyeball to its flesh.
The passing crewmen were less astonished by Yao En's crude method of carrying it than by the fact that this bizarre Warp thing's eye actually had a bundle of nerves.
It might have felt pain. Or perhaps it did not...
Whenever Qin Mo glanced back, he saw the Daemon Prince's eye fixed on him and Yao En.
That aggressive gaze swept over them both from head to toe again and again. What it contained was not hatred or malice, but curiosity and a trace of... delight.
When Qin Mo and Yao En entered an elevator, a hand suddenly blocked the