Once their brotherhood becomes strong enough, and all is in place for their great uprising, the Genestealer Cult will make its play. These latter-generation brethren mingle amongst the herd of Mankind like wolves in sheep's clothing, working so hard amongst the crumbling machineries of Human industry that none spare them a second glance - but under their work fatigues and rough miner's apparel, they all bear the mark of the alien. Others are merely pallid and bald, able to pass for loyal Imperial citizens whilst their wyrm-form tattoos remain hidden.Īn icon often used to identify Genestealer Cults in Imperial space. Some cultists are truly monstrous, skulking along dank tunnels with robes or hessian sacks covering their hybrid xenos anatomies.
Once the world is under their control, the cultists' psychic emanations are picked up by the closest Hive Fleet's extension of the Hive Mind which is then drawn to consume the world, cultists and all. Their purpose is to rise up and take control of Imperial worlds in the name of a xenos god that is actually a Tyranid Hive Fleet. Secretive, stealthy, and utterly malignant, Genestealer Cults are the cancers growing unseen in the hidden spaces of Mankind's realm. It will be cleansed, purified, made ready, and the Heavens will deliver our reward!"Īn army of Genestealer Cultists turn their guns against the Astra MilitarumĪ Genestealer Cult is a xenos-worshipping secret society made up of and controlled by Tyranid Genestealers that thrives in the dark corners of the Imperial underworld across the galaxy. We will rise and claim the engines of labour that have bound us in servitude. We hear them in our dreams, we feel them in our blood.
And what lies between those stars? What sails beyond those distant suns? Shrouded in night, borne within that eternal black: Our redeemers, our Gods - truer than the silent, long-dead Emperor - the Children of the Void. Within these holy shadows we dwell, while the impure bathe in spire-top starlight. We are guided by our Great Father's sacred vision, protected by his loving hands. " In the sunless body of our Hive, the flock of the faithful grows.
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