Lion, Jaghatai, and Russ, the three primarchs, had originally been regretful and dejected over missing so many major events. But the moment they heard that the Emperor was taking them on a grand adventure, they immediately roused themselves to full alertness.
The plan was so bold it bordered on madness: delve deep into the core domain of a Chaos God, snatch away Nurgle's beloved Isha right under his nose, and burn down his garden while they were at it.
Even the primarchs felt a shock that rose from the depths of their souls.
Yet the absolute confidence and vengeful delight in the Emperor's words still ignited a fire within them.
Was there anything more thrilling or glorious than this? The Emperor would personally lead the charge and pin the shame of a colossal defeat directly onto Nurgle's head, ensuring that fat bastard could never wash it away.
Such an opportunity might not come even once in ten thousand years.
"Ha ha ha!!" Leman Russ was the first to erupt into wild laughter, his eyes burning with bloodlust and madness.
"Burn Nurgle's garden and steal his Isha? That's incredible! Ten thousand times more exciting than killing black bean sprouts in Commorragh!"
"We three missed out on all that glory, so Allfather is making it up to us with even greater glory. Allfather really does love us."
The bluntness and passion of the Fenrisians also infected Lion and Jaghatai Khan.
Lion El'Jonson drew a deep breath. This cleaner of the Emperor was equally stirred, and he said in a deep voice, "The Dark Angels will always answer your will. We must avenge Nurgle's scourge upon humanity."
"For so long, Nurgle has afflicted our worlds through all manner of diseases and plagues. Far more humans have died from illness than from any other