The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers – a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.
The spiritual leaders of the Chapter, roaring into battle clad in jet-black armour covered in grim portents of death, Chaplains are a terrifying, death-dealing icon of the Space Marines, feared and respected by all who encounter them.
The warriors of the Death Company, consumed by the madness of the Black Rage, consign themselves to death in battle.
This pack of plastic components can be used to upgrade a variety of Primaris Space Marines with iconography and details specific to the Blood Angels.
The Sanguinary Priests are the Apothecaries of the Blood Angels, charged with preserving the Chapter’s precious gene-seed.
Every Blood Angel felt their hopes dashed when the first of the Primaris Space Marines brought to the Chapter by Roboute Guilliman fell to the Black Rage.
The Furioso Dreadnought is death incarnate, a towering war machine whose fearsome weaponry is guided by a pilot buried deep within its shell.
A figure of awe and reverence among the Blood Angels, Chief Librarian Mephiston carries the will and power of one who has to overcome what no other Blood Angel has.
The Sanguinary Guard are the utmost elite of the Blood Angels chapter. They fight with wrist-mounted Angelus boltguns that leave both hands free to wield crackling power glaives. The Sanguinary Guard are a brotherhood of mortals-become-gods and their deeds are the stuff of legend.
A proud Space Marine Chapter of the First Founding, the Blood Angels fight both to protect the Imperium, and to protect themselves from their own hidden failings.
Commander Dante is among the most storied Space Marines in the Imperium, a beloved son of Sanguinius who has led the Blood Angels Chapter for more than a thousand years. Appointed by Guilliman himself as Lord Regent of the Imperium Nihilus, Dante soars over the battlefield in gleaming golden armour. Once in the fray, the piercing gaze of his death mask freezes enemies with unnatural fear, even as he cuts down foe after foe with perfect strikes from the Axe Mortalis.
At first they appear as spectral blurs in the ethersea, distant streamlined shapes that seem to materialise from nowhere. With powerful thrusts of their sickle-finned tails, the forms grow all too quickly as they launch their attack