Control and enslavement—there was never any shortage of such topics in Warhammer. Even if Magnus had never spent time in Tzeentch's domain, he still knew hundreds of spells capable of doing that. Leman Russ believed that if the two brothers worked together, controlling this so-called Sea God would not be difficult.
If all else failed, they could beat it senseless first, beat the Sea God until it did not even dare raise its head, then have Magnus put a collar on it.
"Then let's do it now. Do you know where the Sea God is?" Leman Russ grabbed the Doctor. Neither he nor Magnus wanted to waste any time; they had no desire to face an army of counterfeit Chaos Gods if they delayed too long.
"Huh?" The Doctor was clearly dumbfounded. He seemed to have developed some strange habits from Kal'tsit and the other old monsters' cryptic riddles, leaving him quite unaccustomed to such a direct approach. "I only have a rough idea. Perhaps we should calm down first, then make a detailed plan and run simulations. Wouldn't that be safer?"
"There's no time to play it safe. Something has gone terribly wrong in the north." Leman Russ's quiet words immediately cut off the Doctor's rambling. He knew that those fiends would likewise bring an almost insurmountable disaster to Terra—one that, in some ways, was even more terrifying than the Seaborn.
After all, the enemies of the sea were ultimately natural creatures, while the things crossing through the northernmost portal had never belonged to this world.
"Th-then... how do we get there?"
"Magnus flies us over, then we plunge straight in."
"Magnus?"
"Ahem... I mean Mag." Leman Russ realized he had answered too naturally. Sure enough, when he glanced over, there was a trace more amusement on Magnus's face.