That frivolous voice, whispering by his ear, was like the coldest needle, instantly piercing the core will of that black sun.
The Emperor, who had been preparing to leave quietly, suddenly stiffened, his consciousness as vast as a sea of stars.
A rare sense of scalp-crawling dread washed over his will as an extremely troublesome memory—one he desperately did not want to face—was forcibly dredged up.
The broken body upon the Golden Throne might have been unable to move, but the will projected here could clearly "see" the figure that had appeared out of nowhere before him, rubbing his hands together, his mask wearing an excessively enthusiastic smile—Aha!
The Emperor had ventured deep into the domain of the four Chaos gods' wills this time, even bringing the Binding Legion with him, for a clear reason.
Part of it was because he had sensed the earth-shaking energy fluctuations in Chaos's core region and feared that an all-out war between the Hilling Empire and Chaos had erupted ahead of schedule. He had come to observe, and if necessary, carry out limited intervention or... rescue.
Perhaps subconsciously, he believed that even the gods of the Hilling Empire might fall into danger if the four gods themselves acted directly.
Yet what had he seen?
What he had witnessed was an utterly absurd farce from beginning to end!
That Hilling Arbiter called Aha had toyed with the four Chaos gods and their countless daemon armies all by himself!
In the end, he had even made a dashing exit amid a shower of confetti, leaving behind four furious yet helpless evil gods roaring impotently in place!
What rescue did this guy need? He had practically turned the Warp into his private playground and the Chaos gods into NPCs whose sole purpose was to entertain him!
And