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‘They are far from here. And we will tell you something more: neither Erebus nor Kor Phaeron would struggle to accept the truths that we speak. Kor Phaeron has always kept his belief in the Old Ways hidden behind lying smiles, and Erebus drools in the presence of power. Neither of those twisted warlocks would hold their heads in their hands and panic about how the Imperium will—’
Argel Tal’s voices fell silent, quenched by the golden hand around his emaciated throat.
Lorgar rose to his feet in a smooth and effortless motion, dragging the Astartes up with him, the captain’s feet lifting from the deck.
‘You will watch your tongue when you speak the names of my mentors, and you will speak with respect when you address the lord of your own Legion. Is that understood, beast?’
Argel Tal didn’t answer. His hands clawed at the primarch’s forearm in desperate futility.
Lorgar hurled the skeletal figure against the wall. The captain crashed against the metal and tumbled to the floor.

The First Heretic