Vashtorr's furious roar all but pierced the Warp and reached straight into everyone's minds. His voice echoed across the entire battlefield.
"Lion El'Jonson! Guilliman! Don't think you've won!"
Warp energy erupted in a sudden, surging torrent, and the rift split fully open across the ground. Crimson light filled everyone's vision.
Rage and the desire to slaughter surged in every heart.
The surviving World Eaters let out another earth-shaking roar.
Amid the shifting, unnatural light, a towering figure emerged, accompanied by countless Bloodletters and a host of Bloodthirsters.
Lion El'Jonson and Guilliman felt the crushing pressure almost immediately.
Bang!
The crimson figure lunged forward, kicking the unsuspecting Guilliman away with savage speed, while the red battleaxe in his hand, gleaming with unholy light, cleaved toward Lion El'Jonson beside him.
Behind him, the densely packed Daemons roared and charged onto the battlefield.
His brother flew like a cannonball before crashing hard into the wreckage of a Daemon Engine.
Lion El'Jonson had no time to check on his brother. His shield, shining with golden light and bearing an eagle emblem, collided violently with the profane battleaxe.
The tremendous force compelled Lion El'Jonson to brace the shield with both hands.
The attacker's face was no stranger to either Lion El'Jonson or Guilliman.
Lion El'Jonson stared coldly at the figure contesting his strength and rebuked him loudly.
"Angron! Once, we fought together for the Emperor's glory. Now you've fallen into the abyss of Chaos and betrayed our oaths."
Angron's face contorted, his eyes burning with mad fury.
"Oaths? They were nothing but shackles binding me. I struggled in agony, and the Emperor never truly saved me."
Lion El'Jonson turned slightly, using the Emperor's Shield to deflect his opponent's battleaxe, then smashed the hand gripping the Lion Sword's hilt into Angron's head, studded with metal protrusions.