This pack of plastic components can be used to upgrade a variety of Primaris Space Marines with iconography and details specific to the Dark Angels.
Powering into battle on a trio of articulated track units, the Myphitic Blight-hauler is a light Daemon Engine that provides the Death Guard with heavy firepower wherever it is needed.
Sworn to Nurgle’s service, Plague Marines have disgusting, rotted bodies that stink of decay.
Sworn to Nurgle’s service, Plague Marines have disgusting, rotted bodies that stink of decay.
The great labour of the Death Guard is to spread Nurgle’s bounteous gift to every corner of realspace.
Sinister, hooded figures, Plague Surgeons drift through the mayhem of battle like ghoulish spectres of death.
The worshippers of the Dark Gods know that there is power in words and numbers, incantations and arcane numerology. Seven is the unholy number of Nurgle, and the preachers of this doctrine are the Tallymen.
A revolting stench wafts around the Foul Blightspawn, his corruption clotting the air itself. Breath rattles through pus-slick tubes as he cranks the rusted handle of his malignant churn, bellows wheezing and plague slop roiling in the incubatum upon his back.
No matter the foe or the odds, the proud warriors of the Dark Angels and their successor Chapters stubbornly refuse to accept defeat. Descendants of the First Legion, they stand foremost amongst the Space Marine Chapters.
Codex Supplement: Dark Angels is your essential guide to using the Dark Angels and their successor Chapters in your games of Warhammer 40,000, as well as collecting, building, and painting them. When combined with the contents of Codex: Space Marines, you’ll be able to build an army with their own fighting style, specialised units, and unique formations. You'll also find everything you need to use them in narrative Crusade games and games of Combat Patrol. The book is loaded with artwork, stunning examples of painted miniatures, and fascinating background material to inspire you.
None fight with more grim determination than the battle-brothers of the Dark Angels, who are held in awe by allies and enemies alike. Yet behind their devotion to the Imperium lies a shadowy obsession. Adorned with ancient relics and honours dating back to the Great Crusade, clad in knightly helms and solemn hoods, the Dark Angels are a sight that few could ever forget... unless compelled to do so.
Shambling across the battlefield in reeking hordes, Poxwalkers engulf their enemies in rotting tides of grasping hands, gnashing teeth and squirming tentacles. They are the cursed victims of Nurgle’s plagues, transformed into unliving weapons by the cruel masters of the Death Guard.