"Blood, battle, slaughter..."
Mad whispers echoed in Cheng Mingrui's ears. An ordinary person would have succumbed after hearing them just a few times, becoming a zealot devoted to that voice.
"Why are you so loud? Give it a rest!" Cheng Mingrui was not affected by the whispers, only intensely irritated. But whether he covered his ears or diverted his attention, the voice continued circling in his ears.
"Life is born to slaughter. Strife, battle, war! These are the eternal themes that accompany life. They are truth. Believe in me, for I am that truth."
"Pah! You're truth, my ass. What are you, the Imperial Truth? The Imperial Truth couldn't even protect the Imperium." Bored out of his mind, Cheng Mingrui started trading insults with the voice in his ears.
"No, I am the truth that stands above all strife, above even all war. I am war itself, and yet I transcend war."
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say. So could you stop talking? I could get some peace, and you could save some spit," Cheng Mingrui said dismissively.
"Repeat after me. Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"The golden Nob has the Golden Throne, and the red Nob has a brass throne. The golden Nob's Boyz shout 'For the Emperor' all day, while the red Nob's Boyz shout 'Blood for the Blood God' all day. So, in a certain sense, the red Nob and the golden Nob are the same."
After being pestered with "Blood for the Blood God" for more than a month, Cheng Mingrui was so irritated that he began spouting all sorts of nonsense.
"Instead of believing in Nobs of two different colors, you might as well worship Gork and Mork. Fight alongside Gork and Mork, and there aren't any rules about what you