Dark Angels are the Brits, space wolves are generic scandis, white scars are Hungarian, Germans are imperial fists, blood angels are Italian, salamanders are Portuguese, crimson fists are Spanish.
The French can be the death guard because they smell.
Fucking hell he should be trying to increase spice production on Arrakis with a chin like that.
He’s gonna exterminate all those filthy xenos in Madrit that don’t speak propah english
‘ate tyranids(not xenocist, just don’t like em)
A righteous bazza
Now where is that French lover Leandros at?
# In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
It is the 41st Millennium.
For more than a Hundred centuries, The Queen has sat immobile upon the Golden Throne of London. She is the Master of The Commonwealth by the will of God and Master of hundreds of cities by the might of her inexhaustible armies. She is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Brexit. She is the Carrion Lord of the Empire for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day by the [DWP](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Department_for_Work_and_Pensions), so that she may never truly die.
Yet even in her deathless state, Her Majesty continues her eternal vigilance. Mighty Dreadnoughts of the Royal Navy cross the French infested miasma of the English Channel, the only route between distant colonies, their way lit by the Union Jack, the psychic manifestation of Her Majesty’s will. Vast armies give battle in her name on uncounted lands.
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Barry Titus?
That’s Lord Henry Eightus, slayer of the Xeno, purger of the Heretics and the instiller of fear into all those who oppose him!
Bro built like Baron Vladimir Harkonnen
Propa Brexit Geezer live in the deck 8142, and they have seceded themselves of the Voidship Union, because they know the Geller Field is a hoax!
Come at me bro
https://i.redd.it/wcxb8ouip06e1.gif
Dark Angels are the Brits, space wolves are generic scandis, white scars are Hungarian, Germans are imperial fists, blood angels are Italian, salamanders are Portuguese, crimson fists are Spanish.
The French can be the death guard because they smell.
Out to Birmingham with you
https://preview.redd.it/n5wszonjr06e1.jpeg?width=596&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=43242f46dccaba044c7d6bcf0685d7f1822714d0
He’ll be in your neighborhood soon to plunge his flag into the soil!
Have you ever seen Henry VIII’s battle armour. That is peak Barry right there. Imagine meeting this tank of a man on the fields of Boulogne.
https://preview.redd.it/n4e0vu4vr06e1.png?width=1027&format=png&auto=webp&s=1538ce6bad0627d4c7157c46ea70bd7fe9332473
Cannot believe you posted this without [the original (video)](https://youtu.be/I_Y4z_d0w9E?si=kO88l7voOPOoxaxY)
Average Milton Keynes habitant
‘ate Xenos, luv me emperor, simple as!
Fucking hell he should be trying to increase spice production on Arrakis with a chin like that.
He’s gonna exterminate all those filthy xenos in Madrit that don’t speak propah english
‘ate tyranids(not xenocist, just don’t like em)
A righteous bazza
Now where is that French lover Leandros at?
# In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
It is the 41st Millennium.
For more than a Hundred centuries, The Queen has sat immobile upon the Golden Throne of London. She is the Master of The Commonwealth by the will of God and Master of hundreds of cities by the might of her inexhaustible armies. She is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Brexit. She is the Carrion Lord of the Empire for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day by the [DWP](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Department_for_Work_and_Pensions), so that she may never truly die.
Yet even in her deathless state, Her Majesty continues her eternal vigilance. Mighty Dreadnoughts of the Royal Navy cross the French infested miasma of the English Channel, the only route between distant colonies, their way lit by the Union Jack, the psychic manifestation of Her Majesty’s will. Vast armies give battle in her name on uncounted lands.
https://preview.redd.it/6wq04z3uz06e1.jpeg?width=1848&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5bd3afea78270b1a2cdeb6e2aac45744b5ff516f
We are obviously the salamanders.
Blood puddin’ for the blood puddin’ god, simple as.
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