I am the fist, clenched tight in ceramite, smashing with the force of a Legion. I am the blade, awaiting my foe’s flesh, as keen as the Emperor could make me. I am the bolt, fired from afar – fleet and true, an end to all who stand before the Imperium of Man.
“The gods have seen fit to populate the Old World with all manner of foul monsters. They’ve also seen fit to grant me with a strong arm and great sword to slay them with.”
Hear the tales of the mustering of a mighty army from all provinces of the Empire, ready to defend the lands of our King Karl Franz.