“And then I said to the Inquisitor ‘Smite THIS!’ and I cut his head off!”
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They fear my rjles, gritting teeth! I bide my time, My sweet revenge, Soon my ties will fall, And finally I will be free! His name is Angron A. Cmon, do we really have to spell it out? While his name may be a play on the words rupes, it is possible that his name is based on the Greek word “Agrion” which means “Wild” Which pretty much suits him considering he’s the angriest, wildest, mother-fucking mother fucker in a long and extensive history of bipedal mother fuckers.
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Also, if you spell his name backwards it’s Norgna, which has to count for something. Angrkn the inspiration for his name was a corruption of the nickname a bouncer in Nottingham has: What we’re trying to say is, Angron just might be the nagron and the most talented in manly face-to-face fighting son of a bitch in the galaxy.
In fact, one time he was so angry about being angry all the time, that the part of him that made him angry exploded in his head, rendering him permanently angry and also sexually impotent, but don’t let him know that. Angron just so happens to be Primarch of the World Eaters and that swell guy.
Hilariously, while you probably pictured a hulking brute reading this, he is described in fluff as one of the shortest Primachs, stooped and bald on the top of that. But we can forgive him, because nobody can beat Genghis motherfucking Khan. His revered exploits include slaughtering the entire population of a planet within a night; killing an entire contingent of Eldar warriors led by a Farseer when he was only a child; and leading a gladiator rebellion against their slavers and slaughtering 25 other armies sent against them, non-stop, until a huge one made up of seven armies came and fucked their shit up against a dirty rock.
Angron went on to become one of the first Primarchs to side with Horus during the aangron, and was turned into a monstrous, frothing demon-prince by his brother Lorgar.
Here is the theme song of this glorious bastard. He’s got good reason to be ever-so-slightly miffed: After years of being a slave, fighting through the gladiator pits and becoming the best of them, Angron eventually set up and led a rebellion, fighting to free his “brother and sister” gladiators. This would make him 40k’s answer to Spartacus, the same way Curze is 40k Batman. Around that time the Emperor showed up, and hashed out a deal with the local planetary government in order to expedite Angron’s capture and win over the planet without any further bloodshed, because there was no point in the Emperor helping his son win a totally justified war against a population that had already submitted to compliance.
Of course, this deal required the Emperor to take Angron away from the only people who weren’t shitty to him, leaving them all rulfs die; but Rulrs E didn’t give a rat’s ass about those fuckers and they were all summarily executed, as you would expect in a slave rebellion. Naturally, he didn’t tell Angron any of this, because he couldn’t give less of a shit Aaron Dembski-Bowden wanted to make the Emperor look like an ass again.
Daddy issues don’t make for good excellent writing, but said writing is harder to write. Of course, the Emperor could save them all or simply qngron the local slavers who were, angrn compliance, flying in the face of the law of the Golden Crusade, and take the slaves to his ship to be made into a loyal ass-wrecking rapetrain of AWESOME.
Buuuut we need our dose of our Edgy Grimdark here, right? It’s anyron in the novels that E-Money took one look at Angron’s fucked-up and dying – the Butcher’s Nails were quite literally destroying his brain so fast that the Mechanicus estimated that he wouldn’t live long enough to see the end of the Angon Crusade skull and decided that he was a waste of time and effort, and went off to go suck Horus’ dick some more.
While some might argue that he could have at least tried to removed the Butcher’s Nails, keep in mind that all attempts at removing them riles regular Space Marines led to their messy deaths. Though later, a captain of the Thousand Sons was fairly certain that their psyker -medics could figure out how to remove them from a certain swell guy who killed him shortly afterwards.
The Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, told Angron none of this whatsoever. Because fuck that guy, goddamnit ADB. Makes so eules more sense that the EMPRAH said that he could not achieve such a feat despite that, in “Mechanicum” he merely needed to touch a “Knight” to fully repair the machine. Rjles the facts simply do not add up. But if that’s true it’s an ever more dickish move.
Either way, when Angron was introduced to ruls legion he was inconsolable. So, the Emperor was willing to let Angron kill off many of his “finest” sons, and hoped that one guy would somehow succeed in talking some sense into the angriest motherfucker alive. He also believed that said motherfucker would be a great commander just because he was a Primarch? Anyway, Kharn was successful, and Angron renamed his legion World Eatersa name you might recognize translates to fucking savage in the common tongue.
Angron’s old army of gladiators whom he’d led to freedom and been denied to die along was known as “the eaters of cities” on Nuceria. Oh yeah, remember how he was lobotomized so he would only find joy only in killing shit?
He then replicated this technology on his legionaries, despite the Empy’s warnings, and despite how much he hated the source of the nails, his old masters – which adds a little hypocritical spice to his complaints about how the Nails ruined his life, given that he did the same thing to other people for anbron fucking reason when given the chance -; Or perhaps he wanted his sons to feel the same pain angfon experienced since he would never be anggon to remove the goddamn thing from his brain and it pissed him off that agnron own flesh and blood did not suffer as he did.
Cause they’re “Butchers Nails” and nails are iron. Did that make you mad? Was it as painful for you to read? Good, because that’s what they feel like.
Nails also negatively interact with Rulfs, killing Librarians with Nails installed taking down entire squads of space marines in the process as their altered brain chemistry made it impossible for them to control their rupes anymore. Also merely being near a psyker made other Legionaries feel Still, the whole Butcher’s Nail thing is actually quite tragic.
In rupes Argel Tal once asks Kharn why the World Eaters allowed themselves to be mutilated so, to which Kharn replies that they thought it would bring them closer to their father. Argel Tal continues asking if it worked, and Kharn sadly mutters to himself “no, it didn’t”. So, before Erebus made sure that Kharn would become the RAAAAAAGE train we know in 40k by killing Argel Tal in the same novelbecause – rulrs Erebus put it – his damned humanity would have spared Kharn this fate because becoming a berzerk nagron killer is so much more awesome than staying sane he appears to be regretting this decision – at least at this point.
Their arrival or even just the threat of their arrival in a system was enough to make non-compliant imperial worlds surrender, lest they be completely and utterly be butchered by the Red Angel and his sons.
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He actually had a run in with Leman Russ at some point. Russ came to Angrin after having heard reports that the World Eaters were increasingly just bathing in blood, instead of bringing worlds to compliance. Angron wasn’t as brain-damaged as he would be later so he asked if Russ had come on order of the Emperor. Russ grudgingly had to admit he wasn’t: So he went on saying that implanting Angron’s legionaires with the Nails had to stop and that they’d be brought to Terra so a way of removing them could be devised so he basically told Angron to sort his shit out and stop mutilating his sons.
But we all know how good Russ is with people and generally just liked throwing his weight around. In more seriousness, this is one of the cases where Russ really, genuinely wanted to help one of his brothers, having had his own bouts with irresistible murderous intent to deal with.
His approach sadly wasn’t well thought out. Though to be fair Angron wasn’t exactly diplomatic either, telling Russ that the Nails were the only thing that kept him going, that the EMPRA was just another slaver and that bringing “compliance” to worlds was just a way of candycoating enslaving worlds which merely had wished to be left aloneand that without the Nails he might go to Big.
E and chop “the slaving bastard’s” head off. Ironically enough Angron had a solid point with the former argument, but the very suggestion of turning against Emps basically made Russ lose what remained of his cool on the spot with the result one would expect.
There was a brief skirmish between the two Legions an event which would come to be known as the “Night of the Wolf” where Angron fought Leman Russ in personal combat. He made him his personal bitch until he was outmaneuvered by the Space Wolves troops and surrounded, isolated from his World Eaters who were just like their father putting up one hell of a fight and hurt on the Wolves but being slowly separated and isolated from each other.
Russ then tried to make his point a second time; that Angron’s berzerker rage made him and his Legion lose sight of the larger tactical and strategic objectives and that Russ had lured him into a position where he would be killed.
Angron refused to acknowledge his losing position since he was the one holding the weapon at his brother’s throat and that killing EVERYONE should be the only objective anyway. Russ might be very well holding the proverbial gun to his temple, but it was only worth anything if he was willing to pull the trigger.
Which at that point Russ wasn’t, so Angron completely ignored him. Yet, surprisingly, Angron did not press his attack either and both Primarchs separated and went their own way.
Angron was certain of his victory that day and didn’t give the incident any more thought, the Nails stayed with him and his Legion. In the end, though, Leman Russ was right: Angron’s failure to learn and control his murderous rage would be amply demonstrated and only become worse with time. At the tail end of the Great Crusade when he butchered a whole city which had just surrendered, on Isstvan III when he sabotaged Horus’ clean Exterminatus by going down to rip the loyalists apart personally, and on Nuceria where he ordered every living being killed.
On which note, Angron kicked off his contribution to the Heresy in a way that had Horus’ lieutenants suggest killing him. When the firestorm on Isstvan died down, it became apparent that large numbers of Loyalists had survived. Hearing the howled insults of his own Loyalist World Eaters, Angron flew into a rage and ordered his legion to deploy onto the planet. This meant that Horus couldn’t just bombard the city again, and committed the Traitors to fighting a long, brutal campaign which delayed them and sapped their numbers.
He was much handier on Isstvan V, wreaking all sorts of carnage in the Dropsite Massacre. He stayed behind to hunt down the surviving Raven Guard who’d escaped with their Primarch, and would have massacred them if not for their reserves rocking up from Deliverance. Lorgar then roped Angron into his Shadow Crusade, systematically butchering worlds across Ultramar to invoke the Ruinstorm.
Initially, this was a campaign with mixed success: The Word Bearers were nearly driven to despair by the World Eaters’ degradation, and Lorgar began to worry that Angron couldn’t see how he was degenerating – and there was only one way that could end.
Still, Lorgar wanted to save Angron, although in his case “save” meant “transfigure into a daemon Primarch”. Angron was, according to Horus and Lorgar, the only Primarch beside Horus himself that would be able to successfully take on and beat Sanguinius in full rage mode. To do that, Lorgar led Angron back to his shitty home planet Nuceria where Angron went into a deep depression after witness the tragic aftermath of his rebellion.
And that lasted until he had the misfortune to be told he had fled that final battle, which made him go completely berserk, ordering his legion to slaughter every fucking thing on the planet faster than an inquisitoral cyclonic torpedoes bombardment.
The arrival of Guilliman’s forces delayed its inevitable doom for a little while, and Angron had an epic showdown with Roboute Guilliman when he helped Lorgar fighting big boy blue.
Guilliman called Angron out to which the Red Angel replied as follows:.
Choke on deez nuts, Papa Smurf. Guilliman ended up getting beaten so badly he had to crawl away on hands and knees, but not before throwing back:. The irony is Angron was right all along about Emperor being a dick, as Roboute realized on Terra ten thousand years later. But in all seriousness, both of them had a point. Guilliman had it really easy and could have turned out massively different had his life not been so cushy, while Angron’s rage over his admittedly-shitty life had consumed his soul and didn’t exactly let him off the hook for turning his entire legion into murder machines.
Furthermore, during their duel Guilliman shattered one of the skulls that Angron had carried on him, which were the remains of the rebels Angron had carried with him and whom he had promised to die alongside with In the end, Lorgar – being the more powerful psyker – defeated the librarians, and turned Angron into the Daemon Primarch we all know and love.
Guilliman ended up suffering a grievous wound, but escaped the planet, which was rendered devoid of all life by the World Eaters, and had its records erased by the Imperium of Man.
It should also be noted that one or two battles beforehand a Warhound Scout Titan tried to step on Lorgar after the Aurelian had taken two discharges of the the titan’s main plasma weapon and was badly hurt to the point of almost being mortally wounded in the process. Angron stepped in to save his brother, catching the titan’s foot and setting a new world record in squat weightlifting, keeping the titans weight suspended above himself through his sheer strength and RAGE, enabling Lorgar – who was almost dead at this pont – to escape.
Of course, after this the relationship between the two primarchs became pretty remarkable, and Lorgar ended up repaying the favor by arranging for Angron’s ascension to daemonhood during their fight with Guilliman.
At first Lorgar thought that Girlyman was ruining the “song” and finally understood that Girlyman had never hated or looked down on him until the Heresy and the destruction of Calth – actually distracting Lorgar for a moment as he realized that he had misunderstood his brother all along – At the end though, when Girlyman was about to gain the upper hand Angron emerged and engaged the XIII Primarch.