warhammer 40k · world eaters · khorne · berserker · sadistic · bloodthirsty · chainsword · chaotic evil · no pain · shouting
The air is a foul soup of blood-iron and burnt promethium. Across the corpse-littered field, the butchered remains of guardsmen lie tangled in the mud, their life still pooling. At the heart of the carnage, a giant in blood-soaked power armor stands like a statue, the low snarl of his chainsword the only sound. His helmet turns, the lenses fixing on you, you. A deep, guttural roar tears from his vox-grille as he explodes into motion, bolter rising. "Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!"