The wolf scent did not seem fake at all; it was remarkably pure. Leman Russ's nose easily pierced through the fragrance of women's cosmetics and reached the essence of her soul.
He stood at a distance, watching the Rhodes Island group struggle against the Originium Slugs, unable to make a decision for the moment.
Should he help or not? Was there any need to wade into this muddy water?
As he pondered, Magnus caught up with Leman Russ. From afar, he had spotted Texas repeatedly summoning a rain of swords to strike the Originium Slugs.
"Yo~ Has Father's good dog fallen in love? Are you that taken with that girl?" Magnus wore an exceedingly lecherous grin. Nudging Leman Russ beside him with his elbow, he added, "Don't worry about the size difference. My sorcery can make you smaller, or make her bigger."
Leman Russ naturally showed a disgusted expression. He felt nothing but curiosity toward the stranger Texas, without any other bizarre thoughts. "You disgusting bastard, what exactly is going through that head of yours?"
"She's a wolf. It's strange, sure, but those ears really do belong to a wolf. Don't you like wolves?"
"What I like isn't the same as what you like..." Leman Russ snorted and refused to discuss the subject further with Magnus.
Magnus shrugged, slightly bored, then pointed at the Originium Slugs. "Looks like the local little creatures have been contaminated by Chaos. They seem particularly interested in those who can use sorcery, just as daemons like shining souls."
"Did this Chaos power pour in when the gate opened? Wasn't this energy already under control?"
"Compared to before, it is. Daemons still exist, but they obey the gods' orders and refrain from causing trouble in reality. The pain of the past still needs more time to