Leper Grenadier

Behold the Bell-Tolling Gunner of the Corpus Profane — shrouded in veils of blasphemy, armed with relics defiled, and tasked with delivering rot and ruin in volleys of corrupted flame.

This isn’t just a soldier.
It’s a sermon in gunfire.
A walking plague liturgy.
A prophet of the Worm Host.

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Born from the depths of the Ceuta Penal Crypts, this Grenadier bears the marks of penance and pestilence.
He doesn’t shout orders.
He chants incantations into the smoke.
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