|“|| Each time I wage war against worlds that threaten the Imperium's advance, there comes another time I am told to conquer peaceful worlds that wish only to be left alone. I am told to destroy whole civilizations and call it liberation. I am told to demand millions of men and women from these new worlds, to make them take up arms in the Emperor's hordes, and I am told to call this a tithe, or recruitment, because we are all too scared of the truth. We refuse to call it slavery.
I am loyal, the same as you. I am told to bathe my legion in the blood of innocents and sinners alike, and I do it, because it is all that's left for me in this life. I do these things, and I enjoy them, not because we are moral, or right - or loving souls seeking to enlighten a dark universe - but because all I feel are the Butcher's Nails hammered into my brain.
|“||You kept that mule Kor Phaeron. Russ kept his kin-friends. The Lion kept Luther. Humans - brothers and foster fathers - saved and raised into Legion ranks. But not me. Not Angron, no. Did the Emperor teleport his gold-wrapped Custodians down to help me and my army? No. Did he free the War Hounds and order them to battle, fight alongside me? No. Did he save my brothers and sisters the way he spared and honoured the Lion's closest kin? The way he honoured Kor Phaeron? No, no and no. No mercy for Angron. Angron the Oathbreaker. Angron the Betrayer.||„|
|“||History mark my words well, for I care nothing about who sits proud on the Throne of Terra when the last day dawns. Horus is a fine commander, but that’s the limit of my admiration for that arrogant, preening bastard. I joined his rebellion because I can tolerate him easier than I can endure the abomination that names himself Master of Mankind. You want the truth of my life and death? I am Angron, the Eater of Worlds, and I am already dead. I died over a hundred years ago, in the mountains north of the city that enslaved me. I died after Desh'elika.||„|
Angron, sometimes called the Red Angel, and originally as Angronius of Nuceria, Lord of the Red Sand, is the Primarch of the World Eaters. He was the most bloody-handed and savage of the Primarchs, being raised on the brutal world of Nuceria, fighting as a gladiator slave and having his aggression enhanced by surgical implants known as the Butcher's Nails. When Horus began his rebellion, Angron was quick to join in his treachery, but his only true master was the rage and bloodlust within him. He fell to Chaos during the Horus Heresy and was transformed into a Daemon Prince of the Blood God Khorne. He was most recently banished to the Warp after he unleashed the First War of Armageddon upon the Imperium of Man in 474.M41.
Powers and Stats
Tier: At least 5-A, likely 4-B | Likely 4-B, possibly higher | Unknown. At least 2-B
Name: Angron, The Red Angel, Angronius of Nuceria, Lord of the Red Sand,
Origin: Warhammer 40,000
Age: Over 10,000 years old
Classification: Space Marine Primarch of the World Eaters, Daemon Prince of Khorne
Powers and Abilities: Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Immortality (Types 1 and 3), Regeneration (Low-Mid), high resistance to soul manipulation, mind manipulation and magic, immunity to toxins and diseases | Massively increased physical abilities, Resistance to magic, psychic powers, reality warping, and soul attacks, Daemonic aura that can mind attack those within it, Soul Manipulation, Flight, Immortality (Types 1 and 4), Regeneration (Low-Godly), Non-Corporeal, Reality Warping, Acausality, Higher-Dimensional Manipulation, Power Nullification, various other daemonic powers.
Attack Potency: At least Large Planet level, likely Solar System level (One of the absolute strongest Primarchs, Corvus Corax believed him to be able to best any of them in combat with the exception of Horus and possibly Sanguinius). | Likely Solar System level, possibly higher (Much stronger than his previous self due to Khorne's blessings, one of his strongest champions. Superior to lesser Bloodthirsters, who can grow to the size of star systems in the Eye of Terror, and Khârn, who can fight great enemies in the Eye of Terror). Ignores conventional durability due to the Warp-based property of his weapons | Unknown. At least Multiverse level (One of the most powerful Daemon Primarchs, comparable to Magnus)
Speed: At least FTL+ reactions/attack speed (Casually smacked around Khârn while the marine could barely process what was happening) | At least FTL+ | Immeasurable (Beyond the concepts of time, space, or distance)
Lifting Strength: Class T+ | At least Class T+ | Unknown
Striking Strength: At least Large Planet Class, likely Solar System Class | Likely Solar System Class, possibly higher | Unknown
Durability: At least Large Planet level, likely Solar System level | Likely Solar System level, possibly higher | Unknown
Stamina: Immense | Limitless | Limitless
Range: Extended melee range (several metres), Kilometers (several) with ranged attacks | Planetary+ with daemonic aura | Unknown
Standard Equipment: Gorefather and Gorechild, Spite's Furnace (Plasma Pistol), Custom made Power Armor, Butcher's Nails | Black Blade (Daemonic Sword), Collar of Khorne
Intelligence: Competent military strategist and gladiator
Weaknesses: Lacks any emotion beyond rage, spite, and anger due to the Butcher's Nails in the back of his head (Increases his aggression to dangerous levels) | Cannot manifest his full power outside the Warp | None notable
Key: Primarch | Daemon Prince | In the Warp