The Angels of Death, The Emperor's Greatest Hope for Salvation of The Whole of The Human Race and Empire, monk warriros fully dedicates to the Arts of War and destroying theyr enemies, super powered mutants who go through the hardest of trials, surgery, meditation, Endocrination, men who leave theyr monasteries for each Battle never knowing If They Will ever return to Theyr New found brothers and families, tragic somber figures who demand awe, fear and respect in equal amount, The Astartes, The Space Marines, Sons of the Primarchs, forged by the hammer of war and the amber of battle and etc etc you get It now lets draw another round of these goobers doing fun poses just because I need to train armour posing
We have Titus, because... Well, Titus, a Lil b— Minotaur on a small stool, a normal Lamenter, a Son of The Phoenix being his fancy self, a crawling Black Dragon, a Emperor's Champion before he dies a horrible death by trying to solo a Carnifex or something, and a blood angel being shy after doing some canibalisms.
Just lil doodles to keep the " HOW THE FUCK DO THESE SHOULDERPADS WORK " up to date in my head
Okay Imma go back to drawing Sanguinius Crying now bye
