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The Death Guard advance amidst rolling smog, spore-thick fumes, and whirling flies. Blessed by the Plague God Nurgle, these mutated warriors are incredibly resilient, their diseased bodies bloated with unclean flesh and melded to the plates of their hulking battle armour. They wield plague-ridden weapons that unleash the grim powers of alchemy, sorcery, and supernatural contagion to wither and...

The World Eaters have given themselves fully to Khorne. Some even allow Daemonic entities to possess them, granting them power far beyond their mortal limitations. Such is the case with the Slaughterbound – leaders of a sort who share their bodies with the spirit of a Bloodthirster, their mutated bodies twisted into little more than a living arsenal of blades, whirring teeth, and claws. In...

The World Eaters are ferocious transhuman warriors driven by a burning need to unleash violent savagery. Once a Legion loyal to the Emperor, they long ago followed their Daemon Primarch, Angron, into worship of the Chaos God Khorne. Clad in power armour corrupted with the iconography of their dark god and clasping chainblades, they hurl themselves at the enemy, hacking and dismembering in a...

The Death Guard form armies in the same way a wound clots with scabrous growths – the lumbering warriors clump together until a leader directs them where they need to go. A Lord of Poxes walks at the forefront, noxious fumes pumping from the turbine at their back, and the army follows. Heavy machines churn the earth into bilious mud, and swollen, corrupted Space Marines squelch through it....

Fulgrim embodies the depravity and corruption of his once-noble Legion. His sinuous serpentine form towers over the battlefield and moves with quicksilver speed, lashing whip and thrashing tail scattering those beguiled by the grotesque magnificence of his daemonic form. Any who possess the wherewithal to resist the Daemon Primarch’s stupefying aura are cut down with casual ease.

Flawless Blades are arrogance incarnate, consumed by pride in their own skill at arms. Granted power by daemonic patrons, they strive to entertain their malefic masters with superlative swordplay while inflicting grievous damage upon their foes.

The Emperor's Children march to war with a veritable carnival of different units, including the sanity-blasting Noise Marines, the cavorting Flawless Blades, and their Slaanesh Daemon allies.

The Emperor’s Children are the twisted Heretic Astartes sons of the Daemon Primarch, Fulgrim. They are prideful traitors who have fallen victim to their depraved obsessions. Upon the battlefields of the 41st Millennium, they indulge these obsessions in a horrifyingly violent fashion. Always on the move, they are driven by their compulsive need to experience new thrills and, in honour of...

Lords Exultant embody the Emperor’s Children’s obsessive desire to experience new and terrible sensations. Their enhanced forms possess all manner of sensory augmentations, allowing them to indulge in the thrill of battle on a level that would drive lesser mortals to insanity. With lash and pistol, they lead from the front, slaughtering their foes in exquisitely lurid fashion.

The Deathrattle hordes are the skeletons of soldiers, animated by the darkest necromancy and bent on conquest. They will not stop until their enemies are utterly destroyed. Their rusted blades still cut deeply, their patina-encrusted armour still turns away enemy blows, and they never grow tired or weak.

Deadwalker Zombies are created from the bodies of the recently dead, given strength through the power of dark necromancy and sent onto the battlefield in shambling hordes. Utterly mindless and driven by a collective instinct alone, zombie migrations have become an ever-present plague following the necroquake, and many cities have instituted roving 'pyre-gangs' to burn out an infestation before...

Ratlings are snipers and spotters without peer in the Astra Militarum – these abhumans are small in stature, and unusually sneaky. They often operate behind enemy lines, reporting on targets of interest and neutralising choice targets with extreme prejudice.

The Wrecka Krew revel in destruction, even by Ork standards. Sent on sabotage missions, or to reduce industry to crumpled ruin, they use rockets and hammers to destroy enemy machinery and anything else that gets in their way.

Space Marines are genetically augmented warriors, created as Humanity’s ultimate shock troops. Formally known as the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines have defended the Imperium for over ten thousand years. They go to war armed and armoured with the best wargear the Imperium can provide, complementing their enhanced strength, agility, and resilience. They are steeled in mind, body and soul to...

The Slaves to Darkness are champions clad in hellforged armour, fearsome chieftains, and cabalistic sorcerers who lead daemons, monsters, and madmen into battle under the banner of Archaon the Everchosen. Their ranks are swollen by those who turned to the Dark Gods during the Age of Chaos to survive – traitorous murderers all – and each walks the precarious Path to Glory.

Brutal, kunnin’ and always ready for a scrap, the Orruk Warclans cause havoc wherever they go. There can be no reasoning with these barbarous marauders, for they live for combat – and the harder an enemy fights back, the more satisfying they are to crush.

The rotting bowels of the Great Unclean Ones swell with pus and contagion, and within each such swelling there grows a tiny and malevolent Daemon called a Nurgling. As the Nurgling matures it feeds upon the filth of the Great Unclean One and pops out; the very personification of a boil or pustule. Their tiny teeth are as sharp as razors, leaving festering bites upon their victims, but rarely...

The rotting bowels of the Great Unclean Ones swell with pus and contagion, and within each such swelling there grows a tiny and malevolent Daemon called a Nurgling. As the Nurgling matures it feeds upon the filth of the Great Unclean One and pops out; the very personification of a boil or pustule. Their tiny teeth are as sharp as razors, leaving festering bites upon their victims, but rarely...

Across the war-torn worlds of the Age of Darkness, massive armies battle among ruined cities. Some of the most hotly contested battlefields are industrial sectors – their resources greatly desired to repair and refuel the mighty war machines and their allies.