The Ballistus Dreadnought is a walking gun emplacement. Within a shielded sarcophagus at this combat walker's core lies the mortal remains of a fallen Chapter hero. This eternal warrior pilots their hulking war engine through a web of neural links, targeting enemy armour or elite infantry with banks of devastating heavy weapons.
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 Brutalis Dreadnought is a line breaker and a terror weapon – a bipedal combat walker, armed for close combat and piloted by a fallen hero of its Chapter. This hulking war machine lays down a hail of covering fire as it storms towards the enemy lines, but the greatest threat lies in its massive arms. Mounted with crushing fists or ceramite-sheathed talons, these can crush an armoured warrior like spoiled fruit or punch through a bunker wall like parchment.
Space Marine Captains fight from the front, and few forms of armour enable them to do so as effectively as Terminator plate. This formidably resilient suit protects the Captain against all but the most devastating enemy fire, and allows them to deploy by teleport strike right into the heart of the foe.
Captain of the White Consuls Chapter, Vitrian Messinius is a veteran warrior and one of Guilliman's most trusted advisors. His power fist is an ancient relic of masterful craft and rare potency, gifted to him by the Avenging Son himself for honourable service. Few are as loyal to the Imperial Regent's vision as Messinius – as such, he is responsible for enacting the will of the primarch during the Indomitus Crusade, granted the rank of Lord Lieutenant within the Crusade Fleet and determined to see Guilliman's ambitions through.
Space Marine Captains equipped with jump packs can lead their warriors as the speartip of an airborne assault. Superlative warriors and inspiring leaders, they thrive at the very forefront of battle, executing ingenious strategies that employ fury and mobility to devastating effect.
Chaplains rouse Space Marines to war with their litanies of faith, and never is this spiritual fortification more vital than amidst the blood and horror of boarding actions and beachhead strikes. Thus, Chaplains are trained to wear formidable Terminator armour so they can fight alongside veteran battle-brothers in the heaviest combat.
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 endure ceaseless war, facing the most monstrous threats throughout the galaxy and knowing no fear.
The most heroic battle-brothers in a Space Marine company often form an elite retinue, sworn to fight alongside their Captain. These specialists provide vital support as honour guards and aides – Company Champions defend their Chapter's honour with martial excellence, Ancients guard its inspirational banners, and Company Veterans lay down hails of fire from relic bolt weapons.
The Space Marines of the Adeptus Astartes are Humanity's greatest defenders – genetically enhanced post-human warriors raised to know no fear, armed and armoured with the best wargear the Imperium can provide.
Desolation Marines specialise in unleashing widespread devastation throughout the enemy ranks. Whether direct-firing warheads into massed infantry and enemy armour, or raining down arcing salvoes with their airbursting castellan launchers, these warriors reap a grievous toll amongst the foe.
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