Salutations Brothers, and the Emperors mercy upon those who are not - for his purging fire will certainly not have mercy with you. Looking forward marching into battle with and against you! "On the Anvil of War are the strong tempered and the weak made to perish, thus are men's souls tested as metal in the forge's fire." -Primarch Vulkan
Oh the beauty of these fine crafts, it gets me every time. *a single tear of happiness runs down his cheek, just to be vaporized shortly after by the burning coals he is meditating on*
From the fires of battle, to the flames of Purgatory, Astartes. I will be more than glad to make your passage swift.
XENO SCUM!!! The aliens are upon us, glad you joined us in our march to victory against those who choose to stand against the imperium. Praise the emperor!
