Labouring through the air on buzzing turbines and driven by the trapped essence of a Nurgle Daemon, the Foetid Bloat-drone drifts toward the enemy like an armoured plague fly. This hideous war engine bears monstrous weapons onto the battlefield to annihilate the enemies of the Death Guard. Clad in rusting plates of rot-iron armour, their hulls overflowing with flabby foulness, Foetid Bloat-drones can withstand ferocious amounts of punishment and still keep fighting. They are designed to hover in close, drifting lazily through the most treacherous of terrain to provide supporting fire.
This multi-part plastic kit contains the components necessary to assemble a Foetid Bloat-drone. A huge, intimidating amalgamation of machine and rotting meat, the front of the model is dominated by a carapace which can be assembled as 1 of 3 options – one featuring a Nurgle symbol picked out in skulls, one featuring the symbol carved into the carapace, and one featuring a hideous toothed maw covered in pustules, tentacles and hoses dangling from within. It comes armed with 2 plague spitters and a plague probe; whichever carapace you pick, the plague spitters can be replaced with either a heavy blight launcher or a flesh mower (which looks as utterly ghastly as it sounds…) The back of the model is a riot of horrendous detail, with obscenely stretched skin spilling over the metal structures that barely contain it
The kit comes as 44 components, and is supplied with a Citadel 60mm Round base.
A Chaos Lord is a tyrannical warrior king who lives to bathe in the blood of worlds. He strives to bring whole star systems to their knees in the name of his patron deities. Typified by merciless ambition and fierce pride, many of these champions of disorder were once noble Chapter Masters and Captains of the Adeptus Astartes, but long years of unremitting war have twisted their souls beyond recovery.
The roar of a Chaos Biker's engine fires the damned soul of its rider to acts of greater recklessness. They trail brimstone and death in their wake as the harbingers of the dark legions.
Chaos Bikers are scouts, outriders and raiders who allow you to strike where your opponent is most vulnerable. Incredibly fast, well armed and hard to kill, they make for a highly mobile thorn in the side of any foe.
Knights Desecrator possess potent mid- to close-range armaments that lend themselves toward duelling enemy war engines or monstrous beasts, or tearing down the foe's Fortifications. Armed with a laser destructor, it packs a considerable punch at considerable range.
In this codex, you'll discover how the Chaos Knights were once paragons of honour and nobility, but fell to the corrupting influences of the Dark Gods. In some cases, entire households have turned against the Imperium in this manner, though others fight as masterless, lone renegades known as Dreadblades.
Havocs provide the Traitor Legions with devastating anti-infantry and anti-armour firepower, dominating large swathes of the battlefield with volley after punishing volley. Such is the blood-pounding thrill of pouring heavy fire into the enemy ranks that many Havocs become obsessed by the power their weapons afford them. They see themselves as gods of the battlefield, blasting the insect vermin of the enemy into oblivion with each twitch of the finger.
Chaos Terminators are heavily armoured veterans clad in debased suits of Tactical Dreadnought armour. They form the elite of their masters’ warbands, for though they are ponderous compared to their power armour-clad comrades, nothing short of a dedicated anti-tank laser can stop a Terminator in full stride. Spiked trophy racks protrude from massive shoulders, the skulls of the enemy a barbaric testament to their wearer’s martial prowess. Helmets have grown into bestial masks that sprout great tusks and razored horns, many of which have fused directly into the skulls of their wearers.
Reliable, resilient and easily repaired, the Rhino APC has been the mainstay transport of the Adeptus Astartes since time immemorial. The Rhinos maintained by the Chaos Space Marines are grotesque shadows of these loyal troop carriers, daubed with terrifying symbols, smeared with the blood of the slain and covered in spikes – all the better to impale and intimidate the enemies of Chaos.