"A joke cannot be explained. Its humor can only be felt for oneself. Explaining a joke is indescribably stupid and awkward; not even Orks would..."
"I'm very pissed off right now. Don't push me into giving you a good beating." Lin Fan chopped apart the last Men of Iron attacking him in a few strokes, his tone hostile.
At Lin Fan's threat, Cegorach, the Laughing God, wilted. He sighed several times, trying to stall for a while beneath Lin Fan's increasingly icy gaze.
"Hurry up!"
Lin Fan shouted angrily. Cegorach resigned himself and revealed his plan to everyone.
"There must be a god to sustain the veil's existence. Cain is too fragmented, Ynnead is too cold, and after thinking it over, only sweet, innocent Isha is suitable. Besides, absorbing Slaanesh's essence would help her mature a little."
"Mature?" Lin Fan glanced at Isha. She was still asleep, smiling faintly, her skin tinged with pink.
"Isha is too kind, while Slaanesh is too insane. Balancing the two of them would benefit the entire universe."
Cegorach's reasoning was not without merit. Although Slaanesh appeared far more normal now, that was only out of consideration for Lin Fan. Deep down, Slaanesh was still the Lord of Excess who regarded all living beings as toys. She held no goodwill or mercy toward life, merely sweeping her gaze over each soul and judging whether it was interesting or boring.
Now that Slaanesh had been killed by Ynnead, her solid form had been torn apart and her complete consciousness had descended into Chaos. Cegorach hoped to use this precious opportunity to let Isha's kindness influence Slaanesh, making her gentler and allowing her to shelter the Aeldari with a neutral attitude.
As he listened, Magnus suddenly spoke from the side. "So that's the punchline? Turning a god