Lorgar winced in pain, but he immediately unleashed a psychic flash grenade that disrupted vision, and Roboute's sight was instantly blinded by the powerful flare.
Alarm bells rang in his mind as a familiar, immense force seized him, pinned him to the ground, and dragged him across it.
It was Angron. He had long since recovered. The enraged daemon of Khorne dragged Guilliman's armored body wildly across the soil of Nuceria, sparks flying everywhere as massive super-heavy tanks were forcibly knocked aside by Guilliman's body.
Guilliman used his Lightning Claw to find purchase against the ground and fling away the daemon primarch restraining him. He used the Emperor's Poison Blades and Sicaran tanks descending nearby to keep Angron from closing in.
Angron pursued relentlessly. His succession of heavy blows forced Guilliman back again and again. The Machine Spirit of this brand-new suit of armor wailed as the daemon prince's psychic attacks continually damaged it.
"He is growing stronger, constantly adapting to his new body."
Guilliman twisted and maneuvered, occasionally leaving cutting wounds on his enemy with the Redblade Dagger. The pressure upon him grew ever greater. As the battle raged, the ascended Angron continually adapted to his new body.
The Blood God's daemon prince possessed an innate combat instinct. The slaughter techniques bestowed by Khorne merged with the Nucerian gladiatorial arts buried deep in his memory, reviving a primitive and savage killing style.
He seized the barrel of a medium tank and wielded the forty- to fifty-ton metal vehicle like a massive hammer.
Struck by the tank-hammer, Guilliman crashed through a stretch of jagged rock. The tremendous force pierced through his armor and shock absorbers, fracturing part of his shoulder blade.
Realizing the importance of weapons, Angron hurled one Ultramarines tank after another toward Guilliman's position. The primarch evaded the