"My lord, it's chaos! Everything's in chaos!"
"What is?"
"What are you talking about?"
"My lord!"
A mortal came running in, trembling all over.
The mortal soldier looked at the lords before him in utter terror.
"Outside!"
"What outside?"
The nobles in the castle all turned to look at the mortal soldier.
"..."
Before long, as the mortal soldier stood there in terror—
The doors behind him were kicked open.
Then, as though they were seeing an illusion, they saw loyal Chaos Space Marines walk in. Their bodies were twisted, steeped in malicious Chaos, yet they actually said, "You're safe!"
"We are the Emperor's Angels!"
"..."
Angels?
What kind of joke was this?
Yet in the eyes of these Slaanesh Legionnaires—
The people below regarded them with boundless admiration.
Having followed Fulgrim, these people had long since fried their brains on drugs.
Now, they treated whatever came to mind as the reality before their eyes.
And in their minds, they themselves were flawless, worthy of the name Emperor's Children.
"For the Emperor."
"..."
"..."
Especially when they watched these Chaos creatures shouting "For the Emperor," the nobles could barely hold it together.
No, wait.
Which Emperor were they fighting for, exactly?
Still, there was one upside: ugly as they were, these creatures really were fighting Chaos.
Seeing Slaanesh's followers get high again, the other Chaos factions nearby had no choice but to keep far away from them.
They were terrified of being dragged into trouble by these lunatics.
Though they were all veterans, they knew full well that while they still took pride in the Great Crusade of ten thousand years ago, they did not believe that they themselves were in the wrong now. They still believed it was the Emperor who had abandoned them first, that they still fought