"I won't talk about myself anymore. I'm merely one of the countless suffering beings in the galaxy. My experiences are insignificant."
Sal stopped speaking of his miserable life. His body lay within that strange device, while his thoughts scattered throughout the space seemed to deliberate for a time before suddenly landing on an urgent question that needed answering.
"Vashtorr, that minor Warp god you want to find—is he the one guiding the Chaos forces within the Eye of Terror in their war against us?"
Hearing the question, Qin Mo considered it for a moment.
Then Qin Mo decided that, strictly speaking, it was clearly not Vashtorr who guided those enemies of humanity. He was indeed a minor god, but in the eyes of those enemies of humanity who worshipped Undivided Chaos or the true gods of the Warp, he held no authority whatsoever.
Furthermore, followers of Chaos were as disorderly and chaotic as their faith itself. Vashtorr was clearly not an authoritative figure like the master of the Eye of Terror.
Yet it was a fact that the Dark Mechanicum from the Eye of Terror, Titan Legions serving different Chaos Gods, traitor knights from ten thousand years ago, traitor Space Marines from various warbands, and countless xenos from daemon worlds were fighting upon the Iron Ring. Even the Iron Warriors, who worshipped Undivided Chaos itself, were here.
Qin Mo felt that although Vashtorr could not directly command the many forces within the Eye of Terror, he could find ways to create conditions that made others obey him.
Just as the Black Legion had somehow become Vashtorr's subordinates. Most of them merely believed Vashtorr could resurrect their Warmaster, but most of them were serving Vashtorr nonetheless.
Just like many who threw themselves into the embrace of Chaos, their original intentions were