It grew to a thunderous shout as – 3-Cyx cocked his head – 6,834 greenskin warriors poured down the steps of the Mechapotentate Basilica. ‘Praise be!’ 3-Cyx shouted as he bounded up to the shoulder of a fallen statue. He leapt into the air, Ryza’s wan sunlight gleaming from his weaponised frame, before plunging his transonic blades into the armoured Orks at the forefront of the greenskin charge. Behind him, his killclade followed suit. Heads rolled, Ork limbs flew in arcs of blood. Truly, thought 3-Cyx, it was a fine day to be a tool of the Omnissiah.

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