Amid the rebuttals and counterarguments, more people appeared besides the three people, one tank, and two heads present.
But they were not the enemies from Tzeentch's Domain Qin Mo had imagined. They were men and women, old and young, their bodies withered like ancient trees.
At the sight of these corpse-like people, Qin Mo first thought of the monks from ancient sects on Earth he had once seen. They pursued higher spiritual states through terrifying ascetic practices, leaving their flesh like dried corpses.
These desiccated people gathered around the Throne, so numerous that they stretched beyond sight, packed tightly together.
Adults carried children, while young people dragged along the elderly.
All the dried corpses wore smiles as they gathered before the Throne and knelt amid the crush of bodies.
Every one of those corpse-like people had their eyes fixed on Qin Mo.
"You possess a stronger soul and greater spiritual qualities. With only a small ritual and your willingness, you can exert unimaginable influence upon the Empyrean!"
"Sit upon it. Destroy Vashtorr's Webway, twist the godhood it covets, and join The Great Game to contend against the gods!"
"This is the Lord of Change's gift!"
Carlos's truth-speaking head was still chattering endlessly.
Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword, ignited its blade with Psychic Power, and then cleaved down upon Carlos's corpse.
The psychic vessel dissipated, and Carlos's ravings vanished completely.
Guilliman immediately looked toward the Throne at the peak of the crystal path, as well as his close friend beside it, then instinctively rushed up the path.
Bik had already gotten there ahead of him.
Sal, meanwhile, hurriedly questioned the prophet's soul. But the prophet's soul had neither foreseen the precise situation nor possessed any solution, offering Sal only the revelation: "Follow his will."
As for Qin Mo, he stared at