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Warbands of the Chaos Space Marines are more often than not motley assortments of Heretic Astartes, grisly mutants, their cultist thralls. The pitiless masters callously spend the lives of the mortal warriors to buy time for the more valuable Heretic Astartes while simultaneously offering those very same Chaos Space Marines to host the Daemons of the warp.
The Chaos Space Marines have been fighting a war of vengeance for ten thousand years, sallying forth from the Eye of Terror to wreak havoc on the Imperium that spurned them. This nightmare realm of warp-tainted space corrupts them in body and mind, but also grants them power. Combined with thousands of years of combat experience, they are some of the most deadly veterans of any fighting force.
Many Chaos Space Marines contingents favour aggressive, highly mobile tactics, rushing headlong to get to grips with the foe as quickly as possible. Their skill, armour, deadly weapons, genetic enhancements, and mobs of disposable cultists make these reckless charges highly effective.
Chaos Space Marines are genetically augmented transhumans who seek only to conquer, slaughter, and despoil. Clad in baroque power armour bedecked in macabre trophies and infernal iconography, Chaos Space Marines do battle alongside growling battle tanks, monstrous Daemon Engines, and thronging masses of cultist thralls. Some are possessed by daemonic allies, others bear Chaos-tainted artefacts or wield warp sorcery. No matter what form they take, they pursue their Long War with pitiless brutality, slaughtering any who stand in their path in an ever-escalating campaign of vengeance, conquest and apocalyptic violence.
The Chaos Space Marines go to war armed with corrupted versions of the already-potent weapons and wargear they used as loyal warriors of the Imperium. They're accompanied by foul daemons, twisted war engines, and hordes of cultist thralls.
Chaos Space Marines are genetically augmented transhumans who seek only to conquer, slaughter, and despoil. They pursue their Long War with pitiless brutality, slaughtering any who stand in their path in an ever-escalating campaign of vengeance, conquest and apocalyptic violence.
The quest for the Ravening Ruin has drawn all manner of warriors to the ever-hungry Gnarlwood, seeking glory, riches or the simple joy of slaughter. So thick lie the corpses across the forest floor that Nighthaunt Pyregheists have been drawn to it, threatening to consume the forest with the unholy flames of the Great Necromancer. Their rampant spread is held at bay only by the rising waters of a great river, long dormant but returning slowly to life under the guidance of the Ydrilan Riverblades.
The Wildercorps are trackers, scouts, and outdoorsmen – experts who attack from the cover of thick foliage and broken ground. They act as rangers for the Cities of Sigmar, identifying and tackling threats before they can grow to threaten their homes. Their tracking hounds surge forward, sinking fangs into flesh even as skilled sharpshooters pick out their targets and loose their bolts.
Gorger Mawpacks are strange gatherings of ogors afflicted with the Empty Belly curse, driven mad with hunger no matter how much they consume. Wild-eyed and starving, they launch themselves at their prey, using huge clubs or improvised bludgeons to pulverise those unfortunate enough to be their next, eternally unsatisfying meal.
Combat Patrol: Dark Angels is an army in a box, containing all the units you’ll need to field them as the Vengeful Brethren in Combat Patrol games of Warhammer 40,000, or simply to expand your existing collection. This selection of infantry offers a balanced force, with heavy fire support provided by the Hellblasters, line-breaking melee specialists in the form of Bladeguard Veterans, and a solid core of ten Intercessors – all led by a mighty Captain clad in Gravis Armour. You can download a free copy of the Combat Patrol rules on the Warhammer Community website.
The Inner Circle Companions are some of the most skilled and sinister warriors in the entire Dark Angels Chapter. They are chosen, some whisper, by Lion El'Jonson himself, and arrive unannounced to guard heroes of the Unforgiven or pursue secret quests. Wielding their Calibanite greatswords with breathtaking skill, wreathed in the incense smoke of their braziers of judgement, the Companions cut a crimson path through their foes. At all times they fight in silence, save for the whine of their armour servos and the crunch of their blades through flesh and bone.
None fight with more grim determination than the battle-brothers of the Dark Angels, who are held in awe by allies and enemies alike. Yet behind their devotion to the Imperium lies a shadowy obsession. Adorned with ancient relics and honours dating back to the Great Crusade, clad in knightly helms and solemn hoods, the Dark Angels are a sight that few could ever forget... unless compelled to do so.