Barbgaunts are little more than living weapons, their bodies and biological cannons slaved to the will of a pulsating ganglio-parasite that piggybacks them into battle. Once there, they unleash volleys of chitinous barbs that detonate with the fury of violent muscle-spasms, transfixing nearby victims with a hail of jagged projectiles.
As deadly as they are graceful, the warlike aelves of the Daughters of Khaine seek to spill gushing torrents of blood in the name of their violent deity. From humble origins, the cult of the Bloody-Handed One has come to dominate vast swathes of the Mortal Realms. Guided by the cruel genius of the newly risen goddess Morathi-Khaine, these merciless aelves surge forth on gore-soaked campaigns of conquest, overwhelming their foes in a whirlwind of blades and lashing whips. With every drop of blood that splashes across their skin, their murderous power reaches new and terrifying heights.
Biovores are living artillery pieces, swollen with the clutch of explosive Spore Mines that they nurture within their bodies. Upon anchoring itself to the ground with chitinous spurs, a Biovore undergoes violent spasms that expel its volatile offspring in high arcs as living ammunition. From there, the gas-bloated Spore Mines detonate in a shower of bone shards and acid rain, or else drift languidly down onto the battlefield, primed to explode whenever prey draws near.
Boss Snikrot is no mere Ork cutthroat – he is a murderous legend whose obsession with guerilla warfare has seen him hone the kunnin' taktiks of the Blood Axe clan into an almost supernatural mastery of infiltration. Snikrot is an unseen terror, leading his Red Skull Kommandos deep behind enemy lines – by the time his terrified foes realise he is upon them, the Boss is already opening their throats with his rip-toothed blades.
Orks are brutal and violent aliens who love nothing more than to fight. They are tough, with hulking physiques, thick skulls, and toothy maws. When gathered in an excitable crush of noise and death, Orks become infused with a strange energy that drives them to even greater acts of unrestrained ferocity. They gleefully pile into the fight, bellowing their deafening war cry – ‘Waaagh!’.
There are many horrific alien threats to be found among the stars, and the Orks are some of the very greatest among them.
The Tyranids are an all-consuming alien swarm from beyond the known galaxy. Driven by the vast and ineffable intellect of the Hive Mind, their tendrils drive into fresh systems with every passing hour. These single-minded metapredators cannot be reasoned with, bought off, or put to flight. They seek only to strip each new world they encounter, devouring every shred of biomass to feed the relentless advance of the hive fleets and leaving dead, airless husks in their wake.
The Orks love fighting above all else. These brutal and violent aliens roam the galaxy in vast hordes, gleefully piling into battle with a deafening war cry of 'Waaagh!'. Morgrim's Butchas are a ferocious warband of Beast Snaggas, rugged Orks eager to prove their toughness by bringing down the biggest, baddest prey the galaxy has to offer. Whether they ride atop bad-tempered Squighogs or rush forward in bellowing mobs of Boyz, no foe is safe from becoming a Beast Snagga's next trophy.
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Orks go to war with a huge variety of weapons and wargear, loads of bone-rattling war engines of belching smoke, and roaring beasts. No two Ork forces are alike, but all are utterly deadly in their own way.
The Tyranid hive fleets are rapacious alien swarms that flow from beyond the galactic fringe to devour all life. When the Tyranids attack they do so in unstoppable numbers, unleashing nightmarish bio-weapons upon their victims.
Tucking their wings close, the Khinerai known as Lifetakers plummet down at high speeds. At the last moment they spread their leathery pinions, snapping their descent as they swing their sickle-blades with maximum force.