A Death Guard Terminator is a walking nightmare, a bloated and decayed relic of ancient power, shuffling through battlefields with the weight of ages and corruption. Clad in pitted and rusted Cataphractii armor, the once-mighty suit is now fused with rotting flesh, spilling pestilence and disease with every labored step. The air around them festers, choking with the stench of decay, as flies buzz in a living halo of filth. Every strike of their plague-coated weapons is a death sentence, spreading Nurgle’s gift to friend and foe alike. They are relentless, unfeeling, and utterly immune to pain, their bodies swollen with tumors and rot yet impervious to death. Each Death Guard Terminator is a grotesque monument to entropy, a harbinger of the inevitable rot that consumes all life, leaving only ruin and disease in their wake.