"You read my memories? I never told anyone my Humie name." Cheng Mingrui was stunned.
"It was not I. Tzeentch gave me that information. He said you were a contingency left behind by the Emperor, one of his avatars. A fragment of his spirit from the past. The Emperor of humanity created you for some purpose as yet unknown." Khorne was so frank that Cheng Mingrui could scarcely believe it.
"Tzeentch claims to embody wisdom, but in my eyes, he is a fool too. Does that fellow the Emperor's purpose even need guessing? It is for the human race, of course. Everything he does is for all humanity. How foolish. A god standing above all, yet he shackles himself to a mortal race." Khorne's tone was utterly disdainful.
Cheng Mingrui keenly picked up on these details about the Emperor and wanted to ask more. Games Workshop had retconned the Emperor's lore so many times that, even before transmigrating, he had not known what the Emperor truly was.
"The Emperor was never a mortal being to begin with. He is ********..." Khorne's words were censored again.
"Come on! Is that really necessary?" Realizing he could not pry out any more information, Cheng Mingrui could only resign himself.
"Human Cheng Mingrui, repeat after me. Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" When Cheng Mingrui asked no more questions, Khorne resumed his blunt brainwashing whispers.
"I'm Slick, Chosen of Gork and Mork, Boss Slick of the Orks," Cheng Mingrui shot back.
Khorne had encountered this sort of refusal before. It was hardly the first time, and he knew no other way to brainwash someone. The desert stretched on, and he still had time to converse with this human soul he liked so much.
"Human Cheng Mingrui, repeat after me. **Blood