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The galaxy is at war. On a countless worlds, the Emperor's loyal armies fight to defend His realm from those who would tear it asunder. Among the greatest of the Imperium's defenders are the loyalist Titan Legions.
The galaxy is in flames. The Emperor’s glorious vision for Humanity is in ruins, his armies locked in brutal civil war. The greatest of these bitter combatants are the towering god-engines of the Adeptus Titanicus.
When the Warmaster turned against the Emperor of Mankind, dragging the Imperium into civil war, the Titan Legions were also divided. Across the galaxy, Titan Legion turned upon Titan Legion, and worlds quaked beneath their tread.
A landscape cursed by the nefarious machinations of the dread necromancer Nagash, the realm of Nehekhara, once known as the Great Land thanks to its long-enduring prosperity, is now the domain of the dead. This accursed land is ruled over by the ancient Tomb Kings and their legions of dread skeletal warriors.
Necrosphinxes are terrifying war-constructs, patterned after the various mythical beasts that inhabit the Nehekharan underworld. A human torso and face extends from a colossal leonine body, combined with ornate, falcon-like wings and a deadly scorpion's tail. Equipped with gigantic, scything blades that can sever a Dragon's neck in a single slice, a Necrosphinx glides into battle with unnatural power, descending on its chosen prey and reaping souls like wheat.
Prince Apophas is the Cursed Scarab Lord, a damned spectre who terrorises the battlefield in the form of swarming scarab beetles surrounding his sun-bleached skull. This remorseless killer still grips the very blade he used to slit the throats of his own family, a deed which saw him condemned by Usirian, the Nehekharan god of the underworld.
Sepulchral Stalkers are lethal, serpentine constructs, created by the ancient Nehekharans to protect the borders of a king's realm. Swallowed by centuries of shifting sands, they now lie hidden beneath the dunes, waiting in ambush. When intruders pass, the Stalkers burst from hiding, impaling foes on polearms and writhing tails before they even realise they are under attack. It is their cursed gaze for which the Stalkers are most feared, however – those who meet their hollow eyes wither into pillars of sand, to be scattered by the desert wind.
Skeleton Chariots are the pride of the Tomb Kings, gilded and lethal machines crewed even in death by Nehekhara's finest warriors. Often fielded en masse, their rattling advance is heralded by clouds of dust, thrown high into the air as they thunder across the sands. Crashing into the enemy with bone-shattering force, these vehicles crush living bodies beneath their heavy wheels as their undead crew lay about the disorientated foe.
The Tomb Guard are the partially mummified remains of a king’s elite guard, whole regiments of which were entombed beside their rulers. They were exceptional warriors in life, and maintain all their discipline and martial skill in death. In battle, they form unwavering ranks of armoured warriors. They have spilled the blood of their enemies for countless centuries, and numerous armies have been dashed against their implacable shieldwalls.
Tomb Kings are the ancient, long-dead rulers of the Great Land. They awaken from the sleep of death, possessing all the ambition and lust for power they had in life, and seeking to reclaim their plundered treasures and restore their ancient glory. Those who seek to get to grips with the enemy as quickly as possible ride into battle in a chariot pulled by skeletal steeds.
Tomb Kings are the ancient, long-dead rulers of Nehekhara, reborn through the archaic rituals of their Liche Priests. Only the most prestigious rulers can harness the undying will of a fearsome Necrolith Bone Dragon, much less ride such a behemoth into battle. These reanimated wyrms descend upon the living, given unnatural flight by skeletal wings, before lashing out with wicked claws and jagged fangs. Those who survive must contend with clouds of seething dust and desiccating smog, for a dragon's breath is lethal even in death.