Still does Vuor Saddat wield his scythe with the same thirst for death as before, still does he like the feeling of coming down on an unsuspecting foe, smashing him under his ceramite bulk. He has earned many gifts from the Pantheon: his armour fused with a daemon, able to regenerate itself; a scythe made from the bones of greater daemons; his jetpack an eldritch abomination of flesh and bone, propelling Saddat on Eldritch fire; and an Icon of the Pantheon, amplifying Vuor Saddat's powers.
This picture contains 2 (!) ultramarines in the legit condition. (Sorry, Lynx)
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