Man 1: For the final glory of Chaos.
Hasta la vista baby.
The angels of death.
Man 2: Hold the door. Kill the weak.
Man 1: [inaudible 00:02:27]
Man 2: Destroy the weak.
Man 1: [inaudible 00:03:19]
Man 2: Silence.
Man 1: [inaudible 00:03:44]
Man 3: Kill them all.
Man 2: Target. [inaudible 00:04:39] You will die.
Titus: There is much blood on your hands, Nemeroth. For all those you have killed... for Sidonus... and for the Emperor, I will finish this.
Nemeroth: Dread Gods of Chaos. I am Nemeroth, your herald and champion! I have burned a thousand worlds in your dark names! You challenged me to recover this fragment of your power, and I have done so! The slaves of the False Emperor who dared claim it as their own lie dead at my hand! I return your dark relic to you... I offer up this world and all those upon it... I ask for the reward that was promised!
Titus: You want to talk to your gods? I will send you to them!
Nemeroth: Admit it, Titus. The power of Chaos is within you, calling to this relic. Imagine the Ultramarines dominating this galaxy in glorious conquest, with you at their head. Imagine the power you could wield--
Titus: -- as a slave to Chaos? Nothing you say can tempt me from the path of honor -- or from avenging the deaths of my battle brothers.