Magnus now stood over ten meters tall, an outward manifestation of his formidable psychic power. Whether in the natural world or the Warp, massive size offered extremely obvious advantages.
"Damn, psychic power really is convenient. If I had psychic power, I'd just grow huge and punch Nurgle right in the face." Lin Fan sighed in admiration, while Leman Russ enthusiastically pulled him into a hug and said that Lin Fan's armor was terribly boring. It had none of the decorations of fur or teeth, making him practically comparable to his brother Guilliman.
Lin Fan smiled and launched into a lively conversation with Leman Russ, asking what earth-shattering feats the two of them had accomplished in the Warp over the past few years.
Leman Russ first stamped his foot, drawing Magnus's muttered complaints, then reached into a wolf's head hanging at his waist and pulled out a floating dial made of light and shadow, as though some optical device had been installed in his hand.
Lin Fan stared at the dial, finding it increasingly familiar. Before he could recall where he had seen it before, Nurgle caught up with them again.
"Isha! Wait! Wait!" Nurgle clung tightly to Magnus's tail. The entire Garden of Nurgle had been reduced beyond recognition by Nurgle's frantic movements, and Nurgle no longer possessed a humanoid form, having become a boundless swamp piled high with rot. From the miasma and decay, countless waves of mud surged upward and slammed toward Magnus.
Magnus had no desire to get tangled up in that disgusting sludge. He called to Leman Russ, "Untie my arms, and I'll get us out of here!"
Leman Russ rolled his eyes. After the Horus Heresy, he would never again believe a single word that came out of Magnus's mouth. So he grabbed the enormous