The Adeptus Custodes are demigods of war, sworn to defend the Emperor until death. Joined in battle by the eerie Sisters of Silence, they are the most elite warriors in the imperium, clad in auramite armour and wielding some of the finest weapons ever created by Humanity.
The Thousand Sons advance into battle amid gouts of kaleidoscopic warpflame and bolts of raw sorcery. This sanity-blasting Legion fights to further the labyrinthine plans of its deity, the Chaos God Tzeentch.
Genestealer Cults consist of mutated acolytes, turncoat soldiers, and predatory alien monsters. Corrupted by Tyranid gene-taint, the cults fight with the coordination of swarming insects and the zealotry of true believers.
The Drukhari are a decadent culture of alien tormentors and raiders. Once part of a galaxy-spanning empire, the Drukhari now indulge in every macabre passion their supreme intelligence can conceive.
The Aeldari are an ancient and dying people, their fractured factions each finding ways to survive in a hostile galaxy. All depend on the insight of their seers, the skill of their warriors, and the sleek superiority of their weapons of war.
The Astra Militarum are the backbone of the lmperium's largest armies. Their massed infantry and tank regiments form a bulwark that stands between Humanity and a nightmarish galaxy of horrors.
As vast and dark as a sunless void, the Blackstone Fortress is a creation far beyond the ken of any race in the galaxy. In this age of darkness, in a galaxy riven with strife and horror, the desperate and intrepid alike search this Fortress for long-lost technologies that may be used to turn the tide of war.
Nothing is so emblematic of Necron implacability as the Monolith. Like all Necron constructs, it is composed of living metal – a complex semi-sentient alloy that ripples and flows to repair damage in a blink of an eye
The Silent King rides to war aboard his Dais of Dominion, flanked by the phaerons of his Triarch and orbited by crackling noctilith Menhirs.
Shards of the Void Dragon fill the air around them with a searing scream of distorted static.
The galaxy writhes in the mailed fist of all-consuming war. The Imperium teeters on the brink of annihilation, beset upon all sides by heretic warlords, daemon-summoning witches, and rapacious alien empires. The Great Rift sunders the void, a ragged wound torn through the heart of the Emperor's realm and bleeding madness and mutation across all.
Many Necron invasions begin with Night Scythes flitting through a world’s void defences.