Haarken Worldclaimer, Herald of the Apocalypse, leads one of the mightiest traitor hosts every assembled. His mission, ordained by Abaddon the Despoiler himself, is to smash aside all Imperial resistance and claim the Nachmund Gauntlet in its entirety. This lawless place is home to pirates, xenos, traitors and renegades – yet Nachmund is strategically vital to the Imperium of Man, for it remains the most stable route known through the Great Rift. Should it fall, contact between Terra and the Imperium Nihilus would be all but lost.
Small and agile compared to their lumbering kin, Armiger-class Knights are still war machines of incredible power. Piloted by young squires or lowborn pilots, Armigers act as mobile support and outriders to keep larger Knights from being surrounded, receiving commands from their Noble lords through the Helm Mechanicum. Among these nimble engines, Armiger Warglaives are fearsome hunters of enemy armour, armed with a deadly close combat weapon and a thermal spear that can melt through the toughest bunkers.
Dominus-class Knights are among the largest available to any Knight house. These walking fortresses march relentlessly into the fight, armed with weapons capable of levelling entire armies, gunfire scattering uselessly off their ion shields. The Knight Valiant defeats its enemies through overwhelming firepower at close range. Its conflagration cannon unleashes a searing, inescapable firestorm, easily annihilating incoming hordes and smashing through opposing battle lines, while its thundercoil harpoon can destroy tanks and monsters with impunity.
The Imperial Knights march to war with earth-shaking footfalls, towering over mortal soldiers and lesser machines. Each Knight is a towering engine of destruction, a bipedal killing machine bristling with firepower and devastating close-quarters weaponry. Linked to their Noble pilots by the arcane Throne Mechanicum, the Knights move with a speed and grace that should be impossible for engines of their size, guided by the Code Chivalric to wipe the Imperium's enemies clean from the galaxy with thunderous gouts of flame. Their glory is that of Humanity's golden age, and none can resist their titanic charge.