Forged by the most malign Warpsmiths and Dark Magos as an act of their devotion to the supreme lord of blood and battles, Kytan Daemon Engines stride across the battlefields of the 41st Millennium eviscerating all who dare oppose them until their hides of brass and blackened iron are bathed in blood and hung with gore. Their thirst for battle is rarely quenched, and they will continue to slaughter foe after foe until the battlefield is slick with blood and little is left alive.
As tall as a Cerastus Knight, an individual Kytan’s upper torso echoes the design of the feared Lord of
