Beside Cheng Mingrui, the vacant look in John's eyes turned to fervor. He had found new hope and faith. He shouted at the top of his lungs. He had found his purpose...
Above Cheng Mingrui, in the sky toward which he raised his hand, a golden giant draped in red ribbons appeared.
Over ten thousand meters tall, it gazed down at everyone in the square like an incarnation of a god. Yet no one was afraid. Their cheers only grew louder.
For soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were shouting, "Yellow Heaven has manifested! Yellow Heaven has manifested!"
How could the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who brought everyone food and water, be bad people?
So no one suspected this was a Chaos God. They only felt that they had found a new goal, a new faith.
Among the cheering crowd, an assassin of the Officio Assassinorum skilled in disguise was trying to find a way to transmit the intelligence they had recorded. It read, "Unknown Warp power. Unknown Greater Daemon. Extremely high threat level posed by heretics."
The speech was still a tremendous success, raising the morale of soldiers and civilians across the entire planet. Celestial Master Zhang Jiao was heading to the next meeting venue with a few attendants.
"The faith is fervent, and the emotions exceptionally pure. Only... they diverge somewhat from my power and my path."
In time with the footsteps striking the floor, Khorne's voice rang out in Cheng Mingrui's mind.
"Wasn't any intense emotion enough? Then... can you still use the power of this faith?" Cheng Mingrui asked.
"Of course. You are my apostle, so the power of the faith you spread will flow toward me. However... I intend to transfer that power to you. I promised you a lesser divine office,