"The whole race is your believer."

"From the beginning, Nacre was your shell, right?"

Motarian was as bewitched by Tzeentch's power.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the aggregate of the entire alien race's beliefs and life sacrifices, he suddenly raised his head and smiled contemptuously.

"Uh..."

Nurgle was stunned by this sudden question.

Fingertip distance

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