Space Wolves's hands were stained with the blood they didn't want. Leman Russ had no choice but to comfort his son's depression and melancholy in his own way.
The heir has someone to comfort him, but who will comfort Leman Russ?
The Emperor is very busy and doesn't even have time to observe the battle report. Leman Russ naturally won't take up Master of Mankind's precious time that he wants to break in half because of his own psychological problems.
In the end, Primarchs, who saw that Leman Russ was in a depressed mood, was actually Magnus.
After a joint combat meeting, Magnus came to Leman Russ. He asked his brother warmly and concernedly what was bothering him.
Leman Russ was very surprised by Magnus's enthusiasm. He bared his fangs and replied, "I'm worried that I have to drink all the wine I brought from Fenris, haha!"
This is a lie, Magnus can feel it spiritually and physically.
He was unyielding and displayed the scholar's inquisitive nature. He followed closely behind Leman Russ and asked for help. Finally, in a deserted corridor, Magnus guessed Leman Russ's heart.
"My brother, there is no need to bear all the pressure on yourself. We are brothers, and we should help each other, right?"
Looking at Magnus's eyes full of pure sincerity, Leman Russ's disguised savage mask finally slowly shattered.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it on the wall behind Magnus. This action was called wall banging in the ancient days when Terra was still called Earth.
Leman Russ stared closely at Magnus, and Magnus stared at the ancient documents in his arms.
The two people looked at each other, and for a moment a strange emotion...
"Enough! Enough! I can't watch anymore!" Magnus is about to vomit. As a Primarchs, his imagination is much more real than that of a mortal.
Just because Magnus can't stand it doesn't mean Leman Russ can't stand it.
The first book they both opened was part of Cegorach's plan. While Magnus felt fearful and disgusted with the next development, Leman Russ just frowned and continued reading.
The relationship between Magnus and Leman Russ is unusual. No one knows when they became so friendly.
The two of them are like Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus, and they are inseparable whenever they have the chance.
Because of the good relationship between Primarchs, the relationship between the two legions Thousand Sons and Space Wolves is also very harmonious.
The scholars of Prospero tried to taste the mead of Fenris, and the wolves of Fenris also rented many copies of precious books.
This relationship will last forever and will never fade as Imperium of Man thrives.
However, things will not go as expected.
Horus Heresy happened, and all friendship and Loyalty were trampled into the soil.
Magnus paid the price for his enthusiasm for knowledge. Tzeentch spent a long time washing away his vigilance towards Warp and then took advantage of it.
Prospero turned into a hell on earth, and the red-armored Thousand Sons turned into a huge twisted and unspeakable mass of flesh. Their nine hundred mouths screamed one meaning in different languages.
"Set me free."
Space Wolves smashed into the planet and executed their brothers one by one with grief.
The alpha wolf Leman Russ looks like Frost. His eyes are covered by shadows and it is impossible to see what is in his mind.
Facing Zi Si's doubts, Leman Russ opened his mouth and said emotionlessly, "They are not brothers, they are traitors, we will kill them without mercy!"
The twisted Thousand Sons was not easy to deal with. Space Wolves paid a heavy price to reach Magnus's library door.
Leman Russ rushed in with the most elite wolf pack, and three weeks later he walked out of the collapsed library, carrying Magnus like a human being on his back.
After shedding countless blood, Horus Heresy was suppressed, but the pain will always be engraved in the bone marrow of mankind. This rebellion interrupted all the upward momentum. It is foreseeable that there is no bright future waiting for them, only the regret of failure.
Magnus was bound to Golden Throne, and he became the substitute for charging Astronomican after the Emperor died.
His body was tightly bound by chains. If he didn't do this, he could slide down from Golden Throne.
Leman Russ stared at Magnus, then kept his voice steady and called, "Magnus?"
There was no response, no eyes opened, and even the sound of breathing was covered by the rumble of Golden Throne.
"Sir." The accompanying Adeptus Custodes reminded Leman Russ, "He has been in this state for a long time. Is it because Dark Gods's power has not faded or is it a side effect of Golden Throne? I don't think anyone can answer us except the Emperor... At least one thing is certain, Magnus is insane, and this is the ending he deserves."
When talking about the Emperor, Adeptus Custodes, who is as cold as a robot, has a clear sense of sadness in his tone.
As the guards of the Emperor, they were useless in the final battle. They could only watch the Emperor and Dark Gods fight until their souls were destroyed.
Leman Russ has shed all his tears and he will not cry or grieve for anything anymore, but he is still very unhappy with Adeptus Custodes's comment, "No one deserves such an ending."
"But he is a traitor."
"He didn't do it voluntarily, he was deceived... by..."
Leman Russ can't go on. For them, Primarchs, being deceived is the biggest dereliction of duty. They bear the hopes, life and death of too many people, and they must carefully consider every step they take.
"The rebellion is a fact and a result, and that is enough."
Leman Russ clenched his fists, and anger gathered in his chest. He did not vent to Adeptus Custodes, but only ordered Adeptus Custodes in a condescending tone.
"As the ruling king of Imperium of Man, I order you to step down."
Adeptus Custodes struggled for a second, then slowly withdrew.
The last battle was too brutal. Except for Leman Russ and Magnus, all Primarchs died in the meat grinder-like battlefield.
At the last moment, the Emperor gave Leman Russ the identity of Lord Regent, allowing him to act as the commander of Imperium the Emperor.
Adeptus Custodes retreated, leaving only Leman Russ in front of Golden Throne.
He lowered his head bitterly and sadly, squatted on the ground and hugged his knees, saying, "Magnus... my brother... my lover... what should I do?"
"If I read correctly, all the pronouns used in this book are male, right?" Magnus opened the book again to catch up with Leman Russ's progress. The corners of his mouth twitched violently, and his disgust was needless to say.
Leman Russ tightened the corners of his mouth, suppressing an increasingly obvious smile.
"Ignoring the relationship between you and me, I really like the description of the battle of Terra. It's real and cruel, and it's just like what should have happened in another timeline."
(When I read the comments, there are always readers asking me to open a new Warhammer comprehensive comic book. In fact, I can open it, but the problem is what happens after it is opened? There is no main line, the evil god has been crushed to pieces, and I can only write one fragmented story after another. After writing hundreds of thousands of words of imagination, there will be no follow-up. There is no need to open a new book, unless the four gods are brought back to create some infinite universe of nesting dolls. So I won't open the next book of Warhammer, it will all be in the extra chapter.)