166. Shadows, Blades, Lorgar, and the Drunk Driver of the Six-Wheeled Truck (Ten Thousand Character Chapter)

Mental state?

Standing in the Warp, He Shenyan shook his head.

Something like that was completely optional to him.

He tried to force himself to focus, to get a proper grip on this hard-won, lucid madness, but he failed.

At this moment, his consciousness was blurred. Two entirely different "reactions" to things were rampaging through him. Clearly, they would eventually merge with each other, but not now.

And right now—

He sighed and lifted his head for a look. That thick curtain, utterly devoid of logic, was now stained with a swath of crimson, and in his eyes it only made the Mage feel even more irritable.

He knew who that red belonged to.

Abruptly, he felt an urge to tear everything apart. What made it worse was that, the very next second after the urge appeared, Khorne's laughter began echoing beside his ear.

The Mage's face twitched—of course it had to be at a time like this.

"Yes, savor this rage." It laughed wildly as It spoke. "The rage of man, Mage. Precious Anger. Feel it, then set it free."

"Shut up," He Shenyan said in a low voice. "You fucking filthy bastard."

"You can do this."

Khorne ignored his abuse and even began encouraging him.

"As long as you cast all of this aside completely. Don't you feel that all of it is binding you? You could have become something far more outstanding. You could hold a sharp blade or a battle axe in your hand and personally execute those who deserve to die, or Demons. Do not lie. I know you enjoy seeing your enemies' blood and hearing their wails."

"I told you to shut up!" He Shenyan roared in fury.

He raised his hand and pointed at the sky. In an instant, the curtain was torn