"What a nuisance..."
Watching the daemon army blot out the sky, Lorgar sighed. There was a weary helplessness in that sigh.
His gaze swept over the daemons pouring from the rifts. The power of the Four Gods converged at that moment, and countless daemons swarmed across the sky like locusts, blocking out the sunlight completely.
He casually tossed Vulkan and Corax away.
The two Primarchs who had attained daemonhood traced arcs through the air and crashed into the distant ruins, raising two enormous clouds of dust.
Lorgar did not even glance toward where they landed. His gaze had already turned to the daemons bearing down on him from the sky.
Among them, the Khorne daemons charged fastest.
Blessed by the Chaos God Khorne, they craved battle with Lorgar. To Khorne's followers, battle itself was the highest honor, and dying at the hands of a powerful opponent was a glory beyond compare.
Even being cut down by Lorgar would be an honor worthy of earning them favor before Khorne's throne.
They unleashed deafening war cries and brandished weapons burning with the flames of Chaos, scrambling over one another to throw themselves at Lorgar.
"Kill!"
Ang'grath led the charge.
This Greater Daemon of Khorne had once been slain by Hercules, but now the power of Chaos had given him form once more.
He had been waiting for this moment, waiting for Lorgar's resurrection, waiting to fight this legendary Primarch, waiting to wash away the shame of his defeat with Lorgar's blood.
He streaked across the sky in a crimson trail, like a blazing meteor, diving straight toward Lorgar.
Closer and closer.
Ang'grath could already see Lorgar's figure growing larger in his vision, his serene face, and the six golden wings unfurled behind him.
He was already calculating how he would meet Lorgar's