"Huh, what?"
Lorgar turned his head and glanced at Hercules, his tone carrying an unmistakable note of urgency.
Then he raised a hand and pointed to one of the four Khrave Progenitors, the one standing somewhat to the left. The ghostly blue arcs across its body seemed slightly dimmer than those of the others.
"You. Go take that one out."
Without another glance at Hercules, he turned his attention back to the three remaining Progenitors ahead. His eyes were calm, yet a storm lay within them.
"All right, stop daydreaming." Lorgar spoke again, cutting through the momentary bewilderment that lingered beneath Hercules's helmet at this utterly "absurd" assignment.
"You've been buffed. Now, go."
Before he had even finished speaking, Lorgar casually swept his left hand backward without turning around.
Hum!
A torrent of pure, concentrated Golden Psychic Energy, brimming with sacred, blazing heat, split away from Lorgar in an instant. Like living liquid light, it surged toward Hercules!
The psychic energy gently yet swiftly enveloped his heavy Artificer Armour and seeped into it.
The next moment, a miracle unfolded.
A layer of psychic armour, flowing with pale golden Runes and seemingly carved from solid crystal, rapidly formed over Hercules's dark gray Power Armour.
Golden patterns wound across his armour, radiating a warm, steadfast glow.
Even more astonishingly, as the Golden Psychic Energy poured into him and resonated within him, Hercules felt something deep inside his body awaken. The most primal, savage source of strength bestowed upon him by his Primarch, dormant for so long, burst awake as though a blazing key had thrust it open!
Blood coursed through his veins like Magma. His muscle fibers hummed faintly, and every inch of his bones brimmed with explosive energy.
"Go!"
Lorgar's command rang out like a starting gun, short and forceful.
"Kill!!!"