Lin Fan winked at Wodhaus, signaling that if anything happened to him, he would definitely save him.
Standing on the platform, Wodhaus could see the curiosity in the T'au's eyes.
This was truly strange... like some kind of animal... Wodhaus frowned and closed his eyes. He thought of the Imperium, thought of The Emperor, then resigned himself to showing these T'au the power of the Warp.
The Librarians of other Chapters were not as strong as he was in terms of psychic power. This job could only be done by him.
Loosening his soul's defenses, Wodhaus released his psychic projection into the Warp without any concealment. He could feel malice closing in on his soul.
Under normal circumstances, he would never have dared to do this. There was only one outcome: evil would invade his body, and a daemon would use his flesh and psychic power to tear open a stable Warp portal in reality.
But now, he knew Lin Fan and The Emperor were watching over him, so there was truly nothing to fear.
At worst, he would die. He could stay beside the Golden Throne afterward, which was not a bad choice. Besides, Kaiser Whitefang, that old beast, would no longer steal his mead every day.
"Urgh! Aaaaaaah!"
A daemon locked onto Wodhaus's psychic projection. His unprotected soul was rapidly corrupted, and his armor began to mutate and split apart, chain-like bones growing from within.
The T'au watched Wodhaus's transformation in terror. Whispers began to fill their ears, the bright light in the hall dimmed, and inexplicable black spots appeared on the tables and their clothes. No matter how they brushed at them, they could not remove the filth.
Wodhaus's body trembled more and more violently. The phantom of the Warp daemon became increasingly distinct, its cruel eyes