I believe their functions are controlled by internal cogitators. Still, a large enough jolt might detonate them on the spot.’ Both inquisitor and watchmaster considered that point for a moment. Then they took a step away from the cylinders in unison.
and perhaps, just perhaps, in that fateful moment, for the first and last time in its life, that ork knew fear. The Krieg soldier pulled the pin out of his grenade.
The Death Korps of Krieg had walked through nuclear fire and had emerged from it unbowed. She felt proud of them, proud to share a cause with them, proud that they too served the Emperor. They were glorious. Indomitable.
Glorious
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