Golden Script

At last, Li Qinwu spread his hands and said:

"That's the situation. If you decide I've been tainted by Chaos Corruption, you'll have to ignore the basic fact that I saved your Chapter, cast morality aside, and reenact The Farmer and the Snake in space by killing me. Then you'll spend the rest of your life condemned by your conscience and by society, drowning in shame and regret.

"One day, you'll fall in battle against a powerful foe. Your soul will return to the Golden Throne, and you'll kneel before the God-Emperor and ask: 'Your Majesty, your people are suffering. Why didn't you save them?'

"And the God-Emperor will tell you: 'My child, I sent a Living Saint to save them, but you killed him.'

"Then you'll weep. You'll sob your heart out, vomit, scream into the void, slide dramatically down a wall, clutch your chest and shake uncontrollably. You'll collapse, unable to breathe, claw at your hair and pound the floor. You'll wail like a banshee, gasp for air, drown in your own tears, curl into a ball, cry until you can't see straight, slam yourself against the floor again and again, and let out an ear-splitting scream."

Chaplain Leisase slapped a hand over his face, utterly speechless.

"All right, all right! I'm begging you to stop!"

Li Qinwu could talk without end. Facing him put Leisase under as much pressure as facing a Greater Daemon.

"I never said I was going to do anything to you. The Emperor's light still shines from you. There's no way you've betrayed the God-Emperor.

"But something evil seems to have its eye on you too. We can't ignore that."

Under Li Qinwu's gaze, Chaplain Leisase took out a special book of scripture and an ancient-looking set of tattoo tools.

"Earl, His Majesty