(Extra update 5/5 in thanks for the tip from .God-Emperor Great Scholar Nurgle Eye of Terror. Thanks again.)
Fleet Iron Guard armour was pretty much the upper limit of what ordinary people could wear.
Anything larger would place a mental burden on the wearer that ordinary people could not withstand without prolonged training.
If even mortals could wear armour like the Fleet Iron Guard, there was no reason Astartes could not.
Li Qinwu planned to equip the Astartes with large suits of individual armour, giving them combat power on the level of Dreadnoughts or Armiger Knights.
But he had not decided exactly what sort of Astartes armour to manufacture. For now, he was just making grand promises.
Once everyone had donned their Terminator Armour, ten burly Terminator Astartes stood before them.
Saint Raiser told them:
"From this moment on, you are officially feathers of the Broken-winged Angels.
Your snow-white feathers must not be sullied, nor must the Blood of Sanguinius. You must be indestructible. Every enemy who stands before you must meet only one end: death!"
As Saint Raiser delivered his speech, Li Qinwu interjected from the side:
"If the enemy is too tough to destroy, there's no need to force it. This fucking universe has too many weird-ass enemies. If you can't beat them, let it go."
Saint Raiser said:
"Whatever happens, remember: fight to the death, never retreat, and never surrender!"
Li Qinwu cut in:
"If you really are about to die and there's no other way, run away first. There's no need to fight to the death without retreating. Keeping yourselves alive is what matters."
Saint Raiser continued:
"Remember, you are loyal to the God-Emperor, and loyal to Sanguinius, the Gene-Father of us all!"
Li Qinwu cut in:
"And me. Don't forget who raised you, wiping your