The deputy suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin En.
The skin on his face split open, and countless eyes squeezed through the cracks. They were packed tightly together, each one staring fixedly at Lin En.
Blue-purple hair spread from the top of his head down to his neck, looking somewhat like a mane.
His appearance had undergone some mutations, becoming twisted, while his skin turned a bluish, ashen white.
The Inquisition deputy, his face covered in eyes, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But his body no longer seemed under his own control. What came from his throat was the overlapping sound of countless people.
Men, women, old people, and children—all kinds of voices layered over one another and surged from that mouth at the same time, chaotic yet unified, as if hundreds of people were speaking through his windpipe simultaneously.
"You... should not... have seen..."
"It's useless... he can't stop... fate..."
"We... are everywhere..."
"You should have... killed... him... long ago..."
The voices blended into one, like Tzeentch himself shouting across the Warp from the depths of the Crystal Labyrinth into the real universe.
Quite a few people had already been affected by the voice. They covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain and pale as ghosts.
Lin En frowned and immediately switched the group aura to Purification, clicking his tongue in disgust.
What an unlucky bastard. Just seeing Tzeentch gets on my nerves.
Seeing that the deputy could no longer keep up the act, he simply decided to go all in. He abandoned his identity as a human and directly invited a daemon to possess him.
His body rose as if pulled upward by invisible strings. His shoulders and neck twisted unnaturally, while the bones beneath his skin cracked loudly. His