If things weren’t dire enough for the Imperium, what with the opening of the Great Rift and all the other threats from within and without, another Daemon Primarch has rejoined the battle for the fate of the galaxy – he might not look it, but he’s extremely happy to be back.

Angron is arguably the most tragic figure of the Horus Heresy, a tormented soul failed by everyone. Used as a weapon by his masters, his hated father, and even his brother Horus, Angron’s fall to damnation could so easily have been prevented. But fall he did – and his current form bears horrifying witness to 10,000 years of pure hate.

The Daemon Primarch of Khorne is a gigantic slab of warp-fuelled muscle. He’s been totally reforged into the image of his bloody master, flesh as red as the cascade of gore he leaves in his wake. 

Yet take a closer look and you can still see the origins of this Daemon Prince. The Butcher’s Nails are still present, now fused into his very form. Likewise, scraps of his old Nucerian warplate still remain – like the shoulder pad that pays homage to his former Legion, even if the teeth are now somehow more… daemonic, a gaping maw almost literally eating worlds.

Earning his ‘Red Angel’ moniker, the entity once known as the Lord of the Red Sands retains other trappings from his long-ago life as a gladiator in the arenas of his brutal home world. The weapons may be new, but they’re still chained to his wrists – Nuceria-style.