Lorgar usually commanded from the rear as a Commander, and rarely took to the battlefield himself.
Whenever Lorgar did appear on the battlefield, however, his presence was certain to send the morale of every friendly unit soaring.
With Lorgar's arrival, the battle across the planet reached its climax. The Imperial Army surged forward like two torrents, utterly different in nature yet equally deadly, smashing into the Healing Brotherhood's final, tottering Defense Line.
A solemn, reverent fervor filled the air over the Word Bearers Legion's positions.
The Primarch Lorgar stood on high ground behind the battle line. He had not personally joined the charge, but his presence alone was the greatest inspiration any warrior there could ask for.
"My sons! Remember your mission! Your very existence is an extension of the Emperor's will, the blade that keeps humanity pure!"
"Follow our father! Purge this unclean land! In the Emperor's name! In the Legion's name! Attack! Attack!"
As the piercing cries rang across the battlefield, they instantly ignited the fervent faith pent up in every Word Bearer's heart.
"For Lorgar! For the Emperor!"
"Purge the heretics!"
Thunderous battle cries erupted from the orderly ranks.
Under their officers' precise commands, the Legion's warriors advanced steadily in tight formation, like a moving wall of steel.
Their Bolter volleys beat out a rhythm of death, and every synchronized step shook the earth.
At their spearhead were two valiant commanders: Chapter Master Rockefeller and Company Captain Seras.
Leading from the front, their Power Swords gleaming an eerie blue, they took their finest assault troops into the enemy's disordered positions like red-hot knives through butter.
On the other flank, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Angron led his Primarch Guard out of the transports, with large numbers of World Eaters Legion warriors eagerly following him.
"Kill them all!!!"