Lin Fan caught several drops of shadow tears and tossed them back onto Slaanesh's shadow. These things could be called highly corruptive substances.
One drop of that might make this church sprout legs and start doing aerobics.
Fortunately, Lin Fan could now be considered half a chosen of Khorne. Catching a few tears with quick hands and sharp eyes was easy enough.
"I want kisses too~"
"Alright, kisses."
Lin Fan kissed the shadow, and it exploded. More than a minute passed before it gathered itself back together.
"So what's our next plan? With Marian doing this, Lai has been knocked out completely."
"Mm... I'll have Sashiko keep pretending for a while. She'll pretend to be critically ill and near death, then spread some 'fake illnesses.'"
"Fake illnesses?"
"Yeah. Low spirits, emotional depression... Greater daemons can do such things if they want to. Usually, though, we prefer making people party until their hearts stop."
"Alright, that works. Then we'll draw in Nurgle's daemons and expand the audience for despair."
"Exactly!"
After bidding Slaanesh farewell with a kiss, she went back to fighting Khorne. According to her, The Emperor and Tzeentch's card game had not ended yet, and Tzeentch had even more face-down cards on the table.
At one point, the irritated God-Emperor had even summoned a fist and launched a direct attack at Tzeentch's face.
It achieved nothing, of course. Tzeentch always had a backup plan.
After leaving the completely sealed chamber, Lin Fan saw Omar, tied up and glaring at him.
"Are you hungry? I've still got a compressed biscuit in my pocket. Want it?"
"Traitor! Demon! You monster disguised as a savior! I thought you were going to save this world somehow! Everything you've done will damn these people beyond redemption!"
"Hey, I understand. You think I'm an idiot,