Angron had met many of his brothers during the Great Crusade. He had learned that the Emperor and Leman Russ had held three contests, that the Salamanders of Nocturne had competed in dragon hunts, and that the Wolf Lord had stayed by the Emperor's side and received his teachings for thirty years.
But what about him? Was he not the Emperor's son as well?
Why? Why had he refused to grant even the slightest mercy, merely watching with indifference as the brothers and sisters more precious to him than life itself were brutally slaughtered?
If the Emperor had been willing to save Angron's brothers and sisters, then by his soul, the gladiators of Nuceria would have offered everything to the Emperor's Great Crusade.
Even if it meant dying for it, Angron would have done so gladly.
But everything had already become history. Angron's slave uprising had been brutally crushed, and the Butcher's Nails had turned him into a complete madman.
Angron's mind had never been so clear, yet he longed even more for the torment of the Butcher's Nails. At least then, he would not have to suffer in lucidity.
He had clearly died in the war on Armatura. Why had he been awakened again?
The connection between primarch and son allowed Kharn to feel Angron's intense desire for death. The primarch was resisting—resisting this ritual. He did not wish to return to this nightmarish world.
"Father, please! Do not abandon us!"
The blood-soaked World Eaters howled, begging their father not to leave them.
Suddenly, everyone felt their bodies shudder. Looking up, they saw a massive celestial body that had appeared in the starry sky at some unknown moment.
It was the Ultramarines' pursuit force. Those enraged men of Ultramar had caught up.
In the hangar of Macragge's Honour,