Isha's heartfelt advice received no friendly response. Leman Russ bared his sharp wolf-like teeth, grinding them together as he spoke, as though he were crushing Isha's flesh between them.
That sort of threat meant nothing to Isha. Primarchs were indeed powerful, but before they unleashed the Warp essence within them, they were merely somewhat stronger mortals. They were fundamentally different from gods who possessed divine authority.
Isha did not like solving problems through force, so she tried persuading Leman Russ from another angle. "Magnus is currently our only vehicle for escaping Nurgle's pursuit. If something happens to him, won't that affect the Emperor's plans? You wouldn't want your beloved father distracted at such a critical time, would you?"
Leman Russ worked his lips, undoubtedly saying nothing pleasant. Then he tore the mask Isha had prepared for Magnus in half, rolled it up, and shoved it straight into Magnus's nostrils.
Isha found Leman Russ's childish temper rather amusing. She did not provoke him any further and simply sat quietly to one side.
The closer they got to the Sphincter Gate, the stronger the stench became, and the more details came into view.
At that moment, a question stood before them: who would open this gate?
The upright and serious Diego stroked his holy sword and said that while he could break the gate open, carving out a tunnel wide enough for everyone to pass through would take some time.
Leman Russ could not even be bothered to pretend. He simply waggled his eyebrows at Lin Fan, making it clear that no one else was suited for the job.
Lin Fan looked at the Sphincter Gate, then turned back to look at the mountain of shit and sea of piss drawing ever closer. Tears of stirring emotion rolled down his face.
"What's