Tzeentch suddenly let out a cold laugh. With a light curl of her finger, the Noise Marine Fulgrim was about to kill underwent a strange transformation.
Its helmet flowed and warped like water, becoming Ferrus Manus's face in an instant. Even if the Emperor himself were present, he would not be able to find a single flaw in that perfectly imitated visage.
The blade did not stop, but Fulgrim's heart did. The nightmare of the past returned before his eyes once more. The guilt of personally killing Ferrus gnawed at his soul like venomous snakes. When the Noise Marine's head fell to the ground, Fulgrim dropped helplessly to his knees, terror written across his face as he muttered like a man possessed.
"What have I done? What have I done? My brother... my brother..."
Seeing Fulgrim suffer a sudden mental collapse, the Emperor's Children rushed to his side and raised their shields to block the incoming stray fire.
Tzeentch laughed uproariously at Fulgrim's disgrace, beside herself with delight. She said to Lin Fan, "Look how interesting this is. Look at that expression on his face. It resembles, yet differs from, the look Fulgrim had when he first killed Ferrus."
Lin Fan frowned, cursing inwardly that Tzeentch, that damned jackass, truly had no moral bottom line when it came to amusement. Left with no other choice, Lin Fan rolled a morale die for Fulgrim to lift his spirits.
But his luck was poor. The roll failed. Fulgrim's morale did not recover, and instead dropped even lower.
Lin Fan's expression turned awkward as he cursed his unlucky hands. Tzeentch's expression was subtle as she used every possible method to probe the details of the game-piece rules Lin Fan was desperately concealing.
To glimpse a leopard through a tube was a derogatory phrase