Lorgar had been having his door blocked by Corax for years.
It was just that...
The past was the past. Even if Corax had once blocked Lorgar's door in a fit of anger, more important matters would make him let Lorgar off for the time being. But regardless, the moment Lorgar appeared, quite a few Primarchs would surely come looking for trouble with him.
It was because of that man's schemes that the rifts between them had all been torn open.
It could even be said that Lorgar was a crucial link in the chain of events engineered by the Chaos lurking behind everything. Without Lorgar, there would not have been so many betrayals.
And now, because of the Gamma World incident...
Some of the dark gods within Chaos had begun to get busy again.
They could not find another Primarch as useful as Lorgar in the real universe, but they could still make use of Lorgar within Chaos.
After all, if Lorgar learned of Angron's resurrection—and that it was a loyal version of Angron—he would probably grow nervous immediately.
After all, if all those Primarchs revived, it would not just be Corax blocking his door.
On the battlefield.
Angron displayed the heroic bearing of a Primarch.
He swiftly threw himself into the battle and brought his talent for combat to its utmost limit.
However, compared to his former self, he was not particularly fond of fighting.
The way he moved across the battlefield was elegance itself. When he killed a World Eater, he was struck by inspiration and could not help reciting a verse modeled after an opera poem by Shakespeare from ancient Terra. It was a somewhat sentimental poem, even carrying a rather pretentious air.
Such a Primarch seemed profoundly out of place on a Chaos battlefield.
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