Lorgar: I remembered Guilliman enjoying other people's misfortune, but I didn't remember him having such a foul mouth. Why did he sound like someone from Chogoris?
Alpharius: If Sanguinius could say something like that, he definitely wouldn't have become the "Emperor" of Imperium Secundus.
There was every reason to suspect that, after Lorgar caused a disturbance like this, Ka'Bandha would soon come charging over with Big Choppa on his shoulder to hack him apart.
"Guilliman" was visibly furious, both in how he fought and how he spoke.
"Lorgar!!!"
Alpharius roared and brought down a crushing blow. The flagpole nearly snapped, a deep gash carved into it.
The radiance emanating from Lorgar's body brushed over the damage, barely healing it after several seconds.
He wondered at Guilliman's strange behavior. No matter how he looked at him, his opponent hardly resembled that outstanding commander of the Thirteenth Legion.
Naturally, Alpharius knew that too. He was doing it deliberately.
What he said next would put Lorgar at ease.
"Lorgar! Look at this Imperium! You wanted this, didn't you? This is what you wanted-whole masses of people falling to their knees, praying to gods. Do you know how hopeless it feels to govern this rotten world? Lorgar, you deserve to die!"
Guilliman thrust his sword at Lorgar again and again, but Lorgar was in no hurry to attack. Nearly ten thousand years spent shutting himself away in the Warp had been unbearably miserable. Gathering information through Warp prayers alone was far too slow. Clearly, hearing the current ruler of the Imperium describe things himself was much better.
"It's that damned Lectitio Divinitatus you wrote! Look at this world! Everywhere you look, there are muddled Ecclesiarchy scriptures that grew out of it. Look at the faithful mortal armies today-where isn't the Ecclesiarchy involved? You deserve