There were two enormous suits of armour: an Assault Centurion Warsuit and a Devastator Centurion Warsuit.
The Assault Centurion Warsuit, as its name suggested, featured reinforced armour, siege-breaking Power Weapons, and melta weaponry, designed specifically to breach enemy fortifications and walls. A Tornado-class Boltgun array mounted on its chest could instantly shred any enemy who dared block its path.
The Devastator Centurion Warsuit suited the Crimson Tide's fighting style perfectly. It had an absurd number of weapon mounts: on the hands, chest, and head, and even the legs if you wanted. An Astartes wearing it could control far more weapons than usual, making it a perfect substitute for the Crimson Tide's regular Dreadnoughts.
We don't seem to have any regular Dreadnoughts...
Note: these were for ordinary Astartes.
"I made two original models from memory. Bear in mind that their Machine Spirits are extremely violent. I don't think anyone can control them yet. They need more blessings."
"All right, understood."
"But once one accepts an Astartes, that warrior will have no trouble wearing it afterward. After all, unlike a Titan's Machine Spirit, it doesn't need taming every time."
"That's not bad."
Give them to the Chief Librarian. A few psychic slaps should knock that attitude out of them.
"Oh, right, you can't wear these. They're for ordinary Astartes."
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Evan stared at Christina in bewilderment. Why the hell did you make them if I can't wear them?
"That's how I remember them! What did you expect from an old relic from 38K? I don't have any information on your so-called Primaris Astartes, let alone their equipment. Hahaha!" Christina laughed delightedly. She had finally gotten one over on him.
Evan circled the two suits again and again, touching one here and the other there, occasionally picking up the underslung weapons beside them.