Lox had seen those human cultists who worshipped the gods of the Warp more than once. The mortal followers of the Word Bearers in particular had left an indelible impression on him with the madness and depravity they displayed during the Battle of Calth.
For the sake of the evil gods they worshipped, some human believers could cut off innocents' heads without hesitation and perform utterly blasphemous rites upon their corpses, all to gain their gods' favor and attention.
Their actions were even crueler and more vicious than those of the Word Bearers' Astartes. They seemed to derive pleasure and satisfaction from it, often becoming ever more extreme.
It was then that his view of the Human Imperium's ignorance and decay began to change, because compared to these humans who had thrown themselves into the embrace of the Warp, the Imperium was practically a breath of fresh air.
Though the Human Imperium was no prize either—tyranny, dictatorship, and extreme human supremacism.
It was like comparing two rotten fruits. One had been hollowed out by countless worms and gave off a foul stench, while the other had rotted into a lump of sludge—or perhaps could not even be called fruit anymore.
By comparison, the Imperium did not seem so bad. At the very least, it had genuinely played a role in ensuring humanity's survival.
Even so, when Lox heard Usran utter the words "human ascendant," he still felt a disgust and hatred rising from the depths of his heart.
Humanity and the Warp were mortal enemies that could never coexist, yet some humans willingly threw themselves into Chaos's embrace, becoming its obedient hounds and turning upon their own kind.
Lox felt boundless fury and hatred toward such beings. To him, those traitors were even more detestable.
"Humanity possesses infinite diversity. Some