Li Qinwu arrived at the very center of the venue, where there was a podium wrapped in junk, designed specifically for Inquisitors to give speeches and fool the Ogryns.
From atop the podium, Li Qinwu could survey the entire venue.
But the Ogryns present were either fast asleep, fighting, or ccb-ing. No one paid him any attention.
So he cleared his throat, picked up his Power Maul, and used it as a powered gavel, smashing it hard against the stone platform with a loud smack!
"Tell me, who exactly is the Emperor?
"The Emperor is a strapping man, tall and powerful, with strong arms and a body as solid as a wall.
"He cuts an imposing figure, with dignified features and shoulders as broad as a double-door refrigerator!
"And to tell the Emperor's story, we have to start with a she-wolf in Ancient Rome..."
As Li Qinwu spoke, the nearby Ogryns caught the keyword—Emperor—and immediately perked up. They ran beneath the podium, their round eyes wide as they looked at him with curious, innocent, guileless gazes.
"Then, with a crack! Your Uncle Emperor flicked out a pebble and struck the Void Dragon in the eye!
"The Void Dragon let out a mournful cry and thought, This is bad.
"His eye ached terribly. Why did this man with a dead eagle hanging from his chest possess such terrifying strength, enough to injure the divine body formed from his physical origin?!"
Nearly a thousand Ogryns gathered around, looking up at Li Qinwu on the platform as they began to drool.
Though they were not very intelligent, they all felt that Li Qinwu's story of the Emperor was a brand-new version.
The Inquisitors who had come here before only spoke of the Emperor's radiance and glory, empty grandiose stuff. None of them had