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Li Qinwu said, "Aman, Aman, can you hear me?"
"Horus!! Horus!!"
Recruit Aman kept shouting and struggling, giving no response to Li Qinwu's questions.
Saint Raiser let out a mournful sigh.
"It's useless. He's completely fallen into the Black Rage. He's lost all reason now and won't listen to anything you say!"
You don't understand sanctified Gene-seed, Li Qinwu thought, continuing his verbal therapy.
"Aman, you should be seeing an illusion right now. There should be a big bald head in front of you, right?"
As Li Qinwu had said, Aman, caught in the Black Rage, saw a large bald figure in black standing before him. It was none other than Warmaster Horus.
"Horus!! Horus!!!"
Li Qinwu's brows twitched. There was a reaction!
It seemed the sanctified Gene-seed really had been improved. He could hear him!
He continued.
"Aman, listen to me. That dead bald bastard is already gone. The God-Emperor took him down with one slash, the kind where his soul scattered and vanished. Even his corpse was ground to dust. He couldn't be deader!
"Sanguinius's vengeance has already been taken. You don't need to be this angry anymore."
"Horus! Dead..."
Recruit Aman let out another furious roar, but this time it was much quieter, and his physical resistance had weakened somewhat as well.
Saint Raiser's eyes widened.
"It actually worked! This has never happened before!"
Li Qinwu coughed and continued.
"Aman, don't pay attention to that dead bald bastard who's already been ground to dust. Look at yourself instead!
"Isn't your current appearance that of your Gene-Father, Sanguinius?"
Those consumed by the Black Rage generally saw themselves as Sanguinius in their hallucinations.
Following Li Qinwu's guidance, Recruit Aman lowered his head and discovered