The Lord of Poxes lumbers into battle amidst a churning cloud of spore-thick plague smog. These foul fumes wheeze from the miasmic turbine borne upon this monstrous champion's shoulders and not only veil advancing Death Guard warriors from harm but also sends foes crumpling to the ground as they claw at swollen throats and drown on their dissolving lungs.

Artist: Johan Grenier