For those not familiar with W40K lore, mechadendrite = techpriest robo tentacle, Leman Russ = type of tank used by the imperium
The purge is going well even if there’s only six of you
Brother Takeshi functions as a one man army
His powerfist flattens stolen Leman Russ’ with ease while his assault cannon turns charging mobs of cultists into nothing more than a fine red sludge
Those that manage to survive are then greeted by the master crafted flamer in between his legs
All the while he roars his battlecry of “SEEEEEEEEEEX” while switching between low gothic, binary, and hexidecimal
You would love to finish off the few survivors that remain
Unfortunately they are needed for questioning
You line them up, arms and legs bound
You’re already losing your patience
”Bring your leaders to us and we shall offer you a quick death. Refuse and you receive the Kroniissiah’s mercy”
Your voice echoes across the blood drenched square
Most of the prisoners shudder, but one among them begins to laugh
You walk over to him, looming over him like a giant
”What is so humorous worm?”
”Y-your faith is a l-lie. Your god is a lie, a lie created by a harridan to keep you under control.”
He stifled a chuckle
”I know her true name. It may be “Kronii” now, but her true identity is—“
Before he can finish his sentence you slam him into the ground.
You have heard enough.
You lean down so that his ringing ears may pick up your voice
”First you rebel against our faith, then you refuse to reveal your leaders, and now you attempt to commit the foulest sin of all? You have made your choice. If you shall not cry out in praise for the Kroniissiah then we shall make you cry out for her amusement. Brother Futas?”
Brother Futas lumbers over to you, his mechadendrites flailing about
”You have asked for me Brother Anon?”
”This heretic is in dire need of the Kroniissiah’s Mercy.”
Brother Futas lets out a hearty laugh
”It would be an honor”
He walks over to the struggling form of the cultist still face down on the ground
Several of his mechadendrites extend to grab him
Two of them grab the cultists hands, pulling him up, while two grab his legs, spreading them
The cultist, now on his hands and knees, starts screaming and makes a futile attempt to escape, barely flailing his arms and legs
“What the fuck are you doing!? Get the fuck off of me! What are you do—“
He is once again interrupted as a fifth mechadendrite snakes over to Futas’ codpiece
It presses two hidden catches that release with a hiss of steam
Brother Futas’ clock towers(ha) out of his codpiece, gleaming with metal and engraved with the holiest of chapter iconography, with a well worn purity seal at its base
Brother Futas’ voice rumbles with fury and holy duty
”I am giving you the Kroniissiah’s Mercy, worm.”
The cultists eyes go wide as he releases what is about to occur
”NO! NO! PLEASE HAVE MERCY MY LORD! PLEASE!”
Brother Futas’ voice drowns out his cries
”It is far too late for that”