"Traitor—"
Sanguinius looked at Horus, the fury in his heart beyond all measure.
He was not angry over the cruelty that Fallen Primarch had shown him before.
He was angry at the man's betrayal. That traitor had raised a rebellion that gravely wounded the Imperium and nearly killed their father.
And now he wanted, with the support of the Chaos Gods, to drag humanity into the Abyss!
"Utterly unforgivable.
This betrayal that has lasted ten thousand years must be ended!"
Sanguinius looked at the Primarch brothers beside him and spoke those words.
He knew this was the decisive battle.
"Brother, at last we can fight side by side. We will cut that traitor's throat with our own hands and wash Terra clean with his blood."
Lion came to Sanguinius's side, tightened his grip on his blade, and there was a trace of age in his voice.
He had not expected to see this dead brother again.
Ten thousand years ago, they had rushed to Terra together.
But in the end, only ruin remained. Some died, some fell into slumber. They had failed to save The Emperor, their father, and had failed to save the Imperium.
Fortunately, The Savior had brought the Archangel back to life, allowing that fated battle from ten thousand years ago to continue, and allowing them to take vengeance with their own hands.
Boom!
"Brothers, I've come to support you." Guilliman fell from high above.
He crashed down beside Sanguinius, his voice so resolute, and filled with the joy of reunion.
He had carved a road along the Warp rift before finally arriving, in time to support them.
"Roboute, you came after all. I knew you would return to fight alongside everyone."
Sanguinius looked at the arriving Lord of Ultramar, a smile appearing on his face, his