"Thud."
"Thud."
"Thud."
A heavy, savage heartbeat, like the pulse of the universe itself, sounded deep within the souls of Horus and Fulgrim at the same time.
The hairs on Horus's back instantly stood on end.
"Fuck, a job offer already?!"
He knew who this was.
Khorne.
The Blood God, the Lord of Skulls, the King of War.
A will composed purely of rage, glory, and bloodlust slammed into Horus's mind like a red-hot hammer.
[FIGHT!!!!]
A simple, brutal, unquestionable thought exploded through his consciousness.
Then countless magnificent visions flooded his mind.
He saw himself clad in the famous Serpent's Scales Terminator Armour, wielding the Talon of Horus, standing atop a mountain of billions of daemonic and mortal corpses. The entire galaxy burned beneath his feet, and countless races wailed before him. He had become war itself, the ultimate embodiment of destruction and glory.
[Take up your weapon! Claim the glory that is rightfully yours! You! Horus Lupercal! Born Warmaster! Carnage incarnate! Your destiny is not to flee through this void like a coward!]
Khorne's will roared.
[Join me! Offer me skulls! I shall grant you endless power! Endless armies! You shall finish what you began ten thousand years ago! This time, Terra's Golden Throne shall be your trophy!]
There was no denying how tempting those words were.
If the real Horus had been sitting here, even a clone of him, they might have fired him up in an instant.
Unfortunately, the man sitting here was Liu Zhipeng.
After listening to Khorne's "corporate presentation," he fell silent.
Then, in his mind, he asked in an utterly calm tone, as though discussing his salary with HR:
"That's it?"
Khorne's will stalled.
[...What?]
"Just asking," Liu Zhipeng said, leisurely counting things off on his fingers in his mind. "What benefits do I