A bolt of lightning struck, and Leman Russ raised Lin Fan to block it.
Lin Fan felt like a resident living high up in an apartment building during the New Year, watching fireworks explode perfectly outside his window through the glass, sparks scattering everywhere in a dazzling display.
"You! You're... cheating!" Rokasna watched all his attacks get blocked by that bizarre mortal and the damned disc on him. They had not even slowed Leman Russ's charge.
"What did he say this time?"
"He said we're cheating."
"Hahaha, that's great. Why don't you come with me later? We'll beat that brat Magnus senseless, then tie him up and drag him to Terra."
Hmm, that actually didn't sound impossible. Lin Fan genuinely began considering the plan's feasibility, but then he remembered he still had a mission. "I've got a mission. I was supposed to reinforce Armageddon. A few of your wolf pups are heading there with us."
"Oh, then go. That brat Magnus can be beaten up anytime."
Looking at the Wolf King's smiling face, Lin Fan felt that the Space Wolves were truly easygoing. Perhaps only the dark-skinned uncles of the Salamanders were easier to get along with.
"Throw me like a spear. That'll be faster." Leman Russ's words had stirred Lin Fan. He remembered his subordinates, and he also remembered the Warp's abnormal flow of time. He did not want to leave this place only to find that decades had passed and the Third War for Armageddon had already begun.
Leman Russ raised Lin Fan and assumed the posture of throwing a javelin. He had performed that motion countless times in the icy seas of Fenris. He had lost count of how many Leviathans he had hunted with harpoons, and throwing a spear was as instinctive to him as breathing,