(Thanks to Nano Plague Swarm: Luo Yu for the tip—bonus chapter 4/30)
Li Qinwu coughed, clasped his hands behind his back, and raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky.
"Everyone, have you ever heard this saying? A man remains a boy until the day he dies!"
The five hundred-odd assorted freaks at the scene looked at Li Qinwu in confusion.
A trace of melancholy appeared in Li Qinwu's eyes.
"There's a saying: the wounds suffered in childhood take a lifetime to heal.
"When I was little, I suffered a terrible trauma. Even though several centuries have passed, my heart is still tormented by it.
"I still long for that moment in my childhood, for someone to come save me when the tragedy happened.
"So even though I'm already over three hundred years old, I still paint these childish pictures just to fill the emptiness in my heart.
"Now ask yourselves this: you've all turned out like this and committed so many heinous acts. In public, you shout, 'False Emperor, False Emperor! Imperium bad bad, Chaos good good!' But when you're alone in private, have you ever regretted it? If you regret it, that means trauma~"
Of the five hundred-odd Chaos Astartes present, nearly half had twisted expressions.
Damn it, Li Qinwu's words had struck straight at their hearts.
Although their bodies had been corrupted, their minds were actually still normal. They could tell right from wrong.
It was just that what had happened had already happened. They could only talk tough and rationalize their vile deeds.
Say a button suddenly appeared. Press it once, and all corruption would be painlessly removed. They would become ordinary Astartes again and return to the Imperium to live on the God-Emperor's pay.
Anyone who hesitated for even a second