As a Word Bearer who honors his heradly and is true to his Father's legacy , i naturally despise the abomination that is the Ultramarines. However , my grudges and purest hate is directed towards the yellow-clad sons of the thrice cursed Dorn and ofcourse , their descendants.
DEATH TO THE ULTRASMURFS! -points to his scythe made out of the spine of a ultramarine force commander- Verificare ex Mortem screams in ecstasy as blood is splashed upon it's blade!
The wretched sons of Guilliman shall know the cold kiss of my blade once I cleave through the heart of their Chapter. The Sons of Lorgar will make them suffer.
We do not know what our chances of survival are, so we fight as if they were zero. We do not know what we are facing, so we fight as if it was the dark gods themselves. No one will remember us now and we may never be buried beneath Titan, so we will build our own memorial here. The Chapter might lose us and the Imperium might never know we existed, but the Enemy — the Enemy will know. The Enemy will remember. We will hurt it so badly that it will never forget us until the stars burn out and the Emperor vanquishes it at the end of time. When Chaos is dying, its last thought will be of us. That is our memorial — carved into the heart of Chaos. We cannot lose, Grey Knights. We have already won."
The Imperial Fist MUST BE PURGED FROM THE IMPERIL THEY TOOK OUR PRIMARCHES IDEA AND SWITCHED TO THE DAMMED DORNS ACCORD I SHALL SEE TO THAT THEY BURnING IN THE FIRES OF THE WARP
