After knocking Khârn unconscious, Leman Russ threw himself beside Angron's corpse. He did not like this brother of his, but that did not mean he would rejoice at his brother's death.
Primarchs were lonely. There were only a handful of beings as powerful and unique as them; every death meant one fewer remained.
Before The Emperor found him, Leman Russ had lived a dashing yet somewhat absurd life. He had been the king of Fenris, enjoying the finest wine and the most beautiful women, yet no matter how hard he tried, he could never have children of his own.
That had puzzled him until he met his other brothers and realized just how unique he and his brothers were in this universe—so unique that even having offspring was something beyond the laws of nature.
Now, that uniqueness had become even more precious. Leman Russ panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he furiously demanded to know who had possessed the audacity and power to kill one of his brothers.
Then a World Eaters captain answered stiffly, "It... it was The Emperor..."
"Bullshit!"
Leman Russ could not bear to hear that. He slapped the World Eaters captain away, sending him flying hundreds of meters and nearly killing him outright.
Yet that World Eater, having borne a Primarch's fury, was left severely crippled. He could only be installed in a Dreadnought if he was to continue serving the Imperium of Man.
Leman Russ pointed at another World Eater with wide eyes. "Speak! Who did it?!"
"The Em—"
Smack!
Before he could finish, another World Eater was sent flying.
Leman Russ refused to believe it. He gave a cold laugh, drew his frost-covered blade, and roared, "You damned little bastards! Are you trying to tell me that the one who killed my brother was