"Leman Russ?"
"Mm-hm? Didn't expect you to actually know me. That's great, kid, though you do look a little miserable right now." Leman Russ showed no fear beneath Khorne's furious gaze. Instead, he stared teasingly at Lin Fan's lower half.
Lin Fan knew his clothes and armor were completely ruined, but he did not care if anyone saw. This place was either full of Bloodletters or berserkers; no one would pay attention to the bits of flesh below his waist. If this were Slaanesh's domain, though, that might be another matter.
Slaanesh's face was practically pressed against the Wailing Lens he had just made, enlarging the image again and again until she could see everything clearly. She was nearly drooling.
"Seriously, what do we do now?"
"You caused this mess, and you're asking me?" Lin Fan was genuinely stunned. So Leman Russ had no plan at all. Killing Valkyrie and angering Khorne had simply been an impulse.
"I sensed Father's aura on you, so I followed you. You must have a way."
Russ's reminder made Lin Fan remember that he still had an Aquila statue. It had just never responded, and it had stopped repairing his armor and clothing.
"Hey! Emperor? Emperor, hurry up and save us! For your son's sake, give your brother a hand."
"If you make Khorne angry, I'll help you."
"My God, isn't Khorne angry enough already?"
"I don't think so."
Listening to the Emperor's reply, Lin Fan's teeth itched with rage. But a man had to bow his head under another's roof. He was still counting on the Emperor to tell him about the Subjective One and get both him and Russ out of here.
Lin Fan closed his eyes and decided to voice a heretical claim that could give Khorne a cerebral hemorrhage.
"Khorne