Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The Space Wolves' hands were stained with unwanted blood, and Leman Russ had no choice but to comfort his son's depression and melancholy in his own way.

The heirs have someone to comfort them, but who will comfort Leman Russ?

The Emperor was very busy and did not even have time to observe the battle reports. Naturally, Leman Russ would not take up the precious time of the Lord of Mankind that he wished he could break in half because of his own psychological problems.

In the end, it was Magnus who saw that Leman Russ was in a bad mood.

After a joint battle meeting, Magnus approached Leman Russ and asked with enthusiasm and concern what was wrong with his brother.

Leman Russ was very surprised by Magnus's enthusiasm. He bared his fangs and replied, "I'm worried that all the wine I brought from Fenris will be consumed, haha!"

This was a lie, and Magnus could feel it both spiritually and physically.

He was unyielding and displayed the scholar's characteristic of seeking the root cause. Following closely behind Leman Russ, Magnus finally guessed Leman Russ's heart in a deserted corridor.

"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' eyes full of pure sincerity, Leman Russ's disguised savage mask finally slowly shattered.

He suddenly reached out and slapped his hand on the wall behind Magnus, an action known as wall banging in the ancient days when Terra was still called Earth.

Leman Russ stared closely at Magnus, and Magnus stared at him 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 was about to vomit. As a original body, his imagination ability was much more real than that of a mortal.

Just because Magnus couldn't stand it didn't mean that Leman Russ couldn't stand it.

The first book they opened was part of West Lego's plan. While Magnus was horrified and disgusted by the next development, Leman Russ just frowned and continued reading.

......

Magnus and Leman Russ had an unusual relationship, and no one knows when they became so friendly.

The two of them were like Fulgrim and Ferrus, inseparable whenever they had the chance.

Because of the good relationship between the Primarchs, the Thousand Sons and Space Wolves Legions also had a very harmonious relationship.

Prospero's scholars sampled the mead of Fenris, and the wolves of Fenris lent copies of many rare books.

This relationship will last forever and will never fade as the Empire of Man grows.

However, things don't go as expected.

The Great Rebellion occurred, and all friendships and loyalties were trampled into the dirt.

Magnus paid the price for his enthusiasm for knowledge, and Tzeentch spent long years washing away his wariness of the warp and then took advantage of it.

Prospero turned into a hell on earth, and the red-armored Thousand Sons turned into huge twisted and unspeakable lumps of flesh, their nine hundred mouths shouting one meaning in different languages.

"Free me."

The Space Wolves smashed into the planet, grieving and executing their brothers one by one.

The alpha wolf, Leman Russ, had a frosty face, and his eyes were covered by shadows, making it impossible to see what was in his mind.

Facing his heir's doubts, Leman Russ opened his mouth and said emotionlessly, "They are not brothers, they are traitors, we must kill them without mercy!"

The twisted Thousand Sons were not easy to deal with, and the Space Wolves paid a heavy price to reach the door of Magnus' library.

Leman Russ rushed in with the most elite wolves, and three weeks later he walked out of the collapsed library, carrying Magnus like a man on his back.

After countless blood was shed, the great rebellion was suppressed, but the pain was forever engraved in the bone marrow of mankind. This rebellion interrupted all the upward momentum. It was foreseeable that there was no bright future waiting for them. Only the regret of failure.

Magnus was bound to the Golden Throne, serving as a replacement for the Star Torch after the Emperor's death.

His body was tightly bound by chains, and if he didn't do this he could slide limply off the throne.

Leman Russ stared at Magnus blankly, and called in a steady voice, "Magnus?"

There was no response, no eyes opened, and even the sound of breathing was covered by the rumble of the Golden Throne.

"My lord." The accompanying imperial army reminded Leman Russ, "He has been in this state for a long time. Is it because the power of the dark gods has not faded, or is it a side effect of the throne? I think no one 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, the tone of the indifferent and robot-like Imperial Guard was filled with obvious sadness.

As the Emperor's bodyguards, they were useless in the final battle and could only watch as the Emperor and the Dark Gods fought until their very souls were destroyed.

Leman Russ had dried up his tears. He would no longer cry or grieve for anything, but he was still very unhappy with the Forbidden Army's evaluation, "No one deserves such an ending."

"But he is a traitor."

"He didn't do it voluntarily, he was deceived...by..."

Leman Russ couldn't go on. For their original body, being deceived was the biggest dereliction of duty. They carried the hopes, life and death of too many people, and they had to think carefully about every step they took.

"The rebellion is the fact and the result, and that is enough."

Leman Russ clenched his fists, anger gathering in his chest. He did not vent to the Forbidden Army, but only gave orders to the Forbidden Army in a condescending tone.

"As the ruling king of the human empire, I order you to retreat."

The Imperial Guard struggled for a second, and then slowly withdrew.

The last battle was so brutal that all the Primarchs except Leman Russ and Magnus died in the meat grinder-like battlefield.

At the last moment, the Emperor granted Leman Russ the status of Regent, allowing him to assume the duties of the Emperor's commander.

The imperial army retreated, leaving only Leman Russ alone in front of the throne.

He lowered his head bitterly and sadly, squatting on the ground and hugging his knees, saying, "Magnus...my brother...my lover...what should I do?"

......

"If I'm not mistaken, 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, disgusted. Love goes without words.

Leman Russ tightened the corners of his mouth, suppressing an increasingly obvious smile.

"Putting aside the feelings between you and me, I really like the description of the battle on 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 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, and I can only write one after another without a system. A fragment of a short story. After writing hundreds of thousands of words of imagination, there is 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 matryoshka dolls. So I won’t open it. It’s the next Warhammer book, and it’s all in the extra chapter.)