He wouldn't paint it. Ever. It would just rust and flake away and get covered in leaking oil and hydraulic fluids. And eventually fleshlike fungal growths and twisted bony spikes would push through from within, bursting through the corroded armour panels like cancerous tumours through rotting flesh. But under the filth, House Krast's heraldry would remain, just visible enough through the layers of grime that the traitor knight's foes can know, just before they meet Him, that Grandfather Nurgle loves a good joke...
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