On the battlefield, a Possessed Marine standing over five meters tall, clad in armor covered in brass spikes and ram horns, rode atop an even larger forgefiend engine.
The four-legged monster beneath him charged about like a rhinoceros enlarged countless times over. Sharp metal barbs snaked from every part of its limbs, while arcs of fire flickered beneath its heavy iron-gray armor.
Massive-caliber six-barreled daemon gatling cannons were mounted on either side of its body. Weapons capable of pouring out immense firepower, they were the signature product of the Forge Lords; even the Blood God's daemons would not refuse such efficient instruments of slaughter.
Yet to the Possessed Marine on its back, such a powerful daemon engine was merely a mount. He wielded a colossal warhammer large enough for a primarch, smashing Iron Men into molten scrap as he rampaged across the field.
This bizarre combination displayed astonishing destructive power. Although the node Iron Men had gathered a considerable number of combat Iron Men to encircle and destroy this enemy, they still could not halt his charge.
His speed far exceeded what his bloated frame suggested. In truth, when he urged the hammer fiend engine into a sprint, all that could be seen was a blurred afterimage and the trembling ground.
The hammer fiend beneath him unleashed a ceaseless stream of lethal firepower. Its powerful shells tore apart the Iron Men blocking its way, and even their storm shields were crushed beneath its iron hooves.
This strange Possessed Marine was searching for and hunting Space Marines. He had no interest in the Iron Men, but was obsessed with pounding Astartes after Astartes into pulp with the warhammer in his hands.
"Abomination!"
Corswain watched helplessly as the Possessed Marine sent a Dark Angels veteran flying. His heavy Stasis-pattern power armor was