"How far have we run already?" Lin Fan and Leman Russ walked through the ever-shifting wastelands of Chaos. He had long lost track of how much time had passed since their frantic escape. After all, once Khorne got angry, the flow of time within his domain became a complete mess.
"To be honest, I don't know either. But I do know we're heading somewhere good."
"Somewhere good?"
"That's right. Somewhere good to find you some clothes."
Lin Fan was rather speechless. All he had on him now was Chaos armor stripped from those Chaos warriors. Frankly, it did not fit him at all—it was far too large. Lin Fan had even found some Warp plants whose names he could not possibly pronounce and made ropes out of them, barely fastening the armor around himself.
Right now, Lin Fan looked like an idiot walking around in a bathtub. Leman Russ had been having a field day these past few days, teasing him whenever he got the chance.
But Lin Fan did not care about Leman's teasing. He had always treated this primarch like a husky anyway. His greatest gain from this trip through the Blood God's domain was learning that his emotions could indeed affect his abilities to a certain extent, much like the Orks' power of believing. The more he dwelled on the deaths and injuries of his comrades and the suffering of those close to him, the weaker that power of belief seemed to become.
Did that mean he really had to be like in those anime? I'm no longer human, Emperor!
And become someone without emotions or desires, a moral vacuum? Lin Fan did not want to become that kind of person. Old Jock, Delia, Damian, Colonel Mark, Commissar Aude, Kaiser Whitefang—they were all living people, with joy,