The pattern of the Rhino has served the Legions for ten thousand years, and the World Eaters have kept theirs running through sheer brutal necessity rather than any care for maintenance. In their hands the vehicle is not a means of protection but a delivery system for slaughter, hurled toward the enemy line at reckless speed so that the Berzerkers within can disembark amid the foe and begin the killing without delay.
World Eaters Rhinos are grim, ill-kept things, their hulls scarred by countless battles and hung with the skulls and trophies of the fallen. The daemonic engines that many now carry snarl and shudder with malign life, and their crews drive them with the same fearless disregard that defines the Legion, more than willing to ram enemy positions or plough through infantry to reach the fighting sooner. Once its passengers have spilled out into the carnage, the Rhino's task is largely done, and its continued existence is an afterthought. To the World Eaters it is simply the fastest road to the enemy's throat, and speed matters far more than steel.
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