However, the fragment representing Magnus's benevolent side was bound by Malcador to the loyalist Thousand Son Revuel Arvida, transforming him into Janus, the first Grand Master of the Grey Knights... Perturabo's roars gradually faded, and Rogal Dorn, clad in golden armor, dragged his bloodied body, returning with heavy steps to the center of the battlefield.
His armor was damaged, and the eagle emblem on his right shoulder was completely smashed, but his figure remained upright. His gaze swept over the smoke of the battlefield, looking towards another burning ruin.
There, the glow of psychic energy intertwined with the chill of frost, like two god-like powers clashing madly. Even several kilometers away, Rogal Dorn could still feel the terrifying fluctuations from that battlefield.
"Magnus... and Russ..." he murmured, his weary voice tinged with exhaustion.
At this moment, Perturabo, equally scarred, gasped and stood up. He gave a cold smile, clutching his chest plate that was almost split in half, and said mockingly:
"Dorn, you'd best pray that Father's Wolf Cub can bring a miracle, otherwise the embers of Prospero will burn the entire Imperium."
...On the other side of Cadia, the battle between Magnus and Leman Russ had long since entered a fever pitch. The figures of the two Primarchs continuously clashed in the center of the battlefield, each engagement releasing destructive energy.
Russ roared, swinging his battle-axe, each strike imbued with frost and fury, attempting to break Magnus's psychic barrier. The surrounding air froze from his attacks, and the rocks on the ground were covered in ice.
Magnus, meanwhile, floated in mid-air. As he wielded his psychic staff, crimson psychic energy swept down like a torrential storm. His single eye glowed with fury, and psychic power gathered around him, forming colossal void blades that fiercely clashed with Russ's longsword.
"Russ! Your so-called loyalty is merely foolish pretense! You cannot comprehend the truth we seek!" Magnus's voice echoed across the battlefield. His psychic staff slammed down, a crimson pillar of light striking the ground, almost forcing Russ back to the edge of the ruins.
Russ did not respond. He merely let out a low growl, suddenly exerting himself, and threw his axe, splitting the pillar of light. His eyes gleamed with beast-like fury, his entire body covered in frost, as if a Fenrisian ice wolf had returned from legend.
"Shut up, Magnus! Your 'truth' has ruined your Legion and ruined yourself! I will end all your madness today!"
The battle between the two Primarchs grew even more intense. Magnus's psychic storm tore apart the surrounding battlefield. The Psychneuein and Thousand Sons sorcerers around him could no longer approach and could only watch from afar. Each psychic burst was like an earthquake; the ground cracked with huge fissures, and flames spewed forth from within.
Russ, however, fought with increasing vigor. His Frostblade Armor was covered in cracks, and half of his wolf-head helmet had shattered, but his momentum was like a rainbow. He continuously pressed closer to Magnus, clashing his sword with the psychic staff, as cold and fire intertwined in the air, forming dazzling explosions.
Finally, Magnus seized an opportunity. He raised his psychic staff high, and a colossal crimson hand emerged from the void, pinning Russ firmly to the ground.
"You lose, Russ! The wild wolf is no match for the wise!" Magnus laughed, his single eye flashing with the light of victory, and the power surging from his psychic staff grew even more violent.
Russ struggled, growling lowly, his arms gradually suppressed by the psychic energy. But just then, he suddenly roared to the heavens.
"The wolves of Fenris will never be bound! You've forgotten what you're fighting against!"
Russ suddenly put all his strength into it, his arms erupting with immense power, directly tearing apart the psychic giant hand. He leaped from the ruins, drew his power sword "Fangs of Death" from his waist, which he had snuck out of his father's room, and delivered a final strike. The sword's edge, carrying frost and the roar of a wolf, slashed directly at Magnus's single eye!
Magnus's psychic staff hastily blocked the strike, but the power of the ice directly froze half of his body. He shrieked in pain, his single eye blinded by the invasion of frost, and blood and psychic light spewed from the wound.
Russ gave Magnus no chance to breathe. He stepped forward, delivering a knee strike to Magnus's lower back, slamming him heavily into the ground. The immense impact cracked the ground, and Magnus's body was embedded in the ruins, unable to move.
Magnus was embedded in the ground, his psychic fluctuations gradually dissipating, and the entire battlefield seemed to fall into a brief, deadly silence. Russ stood beside him, his breathing heavy like a beast, cold air permeating his damaged armor.
He looked at his brother, covered in frost and in agony, with both anger and a hint of complex emotion in his eyes.
"It's over, Magnus," Russ said in a low, cold voice. He raised "Fangs of Death" high, its blade glinting coldly, and the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to plummet.
Magnus gasped, trying to lift his head. His single eye was blind, but psychic energy still weakly surged within him. He propped himself up with a trembling hand, a bitter smile on his lips.
"Over? This is just the beginning, Russ... Was The Eleventh Brother also killed by you like this back then?" he whispered, his voice weak yet carrying an indescribable resolve.
Just as Russ was struck by Magnus's words, hesitating whether to bring down his sword, the space around the battlefield suddenly twisted.
A strange and powerful psychic surge came from all directions, colors intertwining with reality, as if the entire world was collapsing. The whispers of the Chaos God Tzeentch came from the void, laced with mockery and ecstasy.
"Hehehehe! My little magic pony, you have done your best. Now, it's my turn."
A dazzling crimson pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping Magnus's body. The psychic storm pushed Russ back several meters. After regaining his footing, he roared, trying to charge forward again, but the power surging from the light pillar prevented him from approaching.
Magnus's figure gradually rose within the light pillar. His wounds healed at an incredible speed, and his frozen body re-emitted a crimson glow. His single eye was reshaped by bizarre psychic energy, and a sinister rune was etched deep within its socket.
"Did you truly think... you had won?" Magnus's voice came from the light pillar, this time carrying an irresistible majesty and madness.
His figure continuously expanded, becoming even larger than before, eventually transforming into a daemonic body, with wings spread, psychic energy churning around him like a raging sea.
Russ gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on "Fangs of Death." "Magnus, you have fallen! You are no longer my brother, just a monster!"
Magnus looked down at Russ, a complex emotion in his eyes. He did not immediately act, but instead said in a low voice: "Russ, you don't understand. To save my Legion, I had no choice. You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?" Russ roared, "You sacrificed your soul, you sacrificed everything you believed in! Such'salvation' is meaningless!"
Magnus sighed, then suddenly swung his colossal daemonic staff, and a psychic storm, like a tsunami, swept forth, engulfing Russ's figure.
Russ resisted with all his might, frost and psychic energy clashing fiercely. He advanced step by step, trying to get closer to Magnus again.
However, just then, a huge Warp rift opened above them. Thousands of daemons poured out of the rift, surging into every corner of the battlefield.
Magnus's voice echoed across the battlefield: "Russ, this time, I will not let you win again. My future will be decided by me!"
Russ shrieked, breaking free from the psychic restraints, and charged straight at Magnus. He raised "Fangs of Death," vowing to end all of this no matter what. However, his figure seemed incredibly small amidst the daemon army and the psychic maelstrom.
Suddenly, a massive dreadnought landed in front of Russ. The dreadnought raised its mechanical limb, and the gatling autocannon on it immediately began to spray bullets at the endless daemon army in front.
"Bjorn!"
The dreadnought simply continued to unleash a hail of bullets at the endless daemon army ahead. The next second, the Wolf Guard who had entered the Warp with Russ stood beside Bjorn, and behind them were countless Wolf Chapter warriors.
Bjorn: "My Lord, we are here... Go fulfill your mission... For Russ and the Allfather! Awoo!"
All Wolf Chapter warriors: "For Russ and the Allfather! Awoo!"
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