There's always going to be an enemy unit that's going to mess with your strategy, and the Canoptek Wraiths are ideal for taking down that unit. Because of their speed and their ability to move undeterred through terrain (quite literally), the Canoptek Wraiths can soon hunt down the most irritating models within your enemy's army, no matter where they're hiding, ensuring that your well-calculated plans are brought back into line.

Psychomancers study the science of fear. They are expert manipulators, conjuring phantasms and temporary hard-light constructs that trigger primal survival instincts in their victims’ minds or overload even the most advanced sensoria. No being is safe from the creeping tendrils of the Psychomancer’s art.

As the shock troops of the Necron army, a phalanx of Immortals will strive for victory using every tactic at their disposal. They can easily withstand a hail of heavy bolter fire.

Nothing is so emblematic of Necron implacability as the Monolith. Like all Necron constructs, it is composed of living metal – a complex semi-sentient alloy that ripples and flows to repair damage in a blink of an eye. When combined with the vehicle’s slab-sided armour plates, this makes the Monolith an incredibly daunting opponent for any enemy.

Crypteks are a core element of Necron armies, harnessing ancient technologies to support their comrades and incinerating enemies in searing beams of light. They are masters of dimensional dissonance, singularity manipulation, atomic transmutation, elemental transmogrification and countless other reason-defying technologies.

Tomb Blades are the perfect unit for taking out your enemy's most irritating units. People who fight against your Necron army imagine them to be an implacable wall of metal, which advances steadily across the battlefield. Your enemies will be pretty surprised, therefore, when a wave of razor-sharp, fast-moving Tomb Blades descend from the sky and mow down their troops with concentrated tesla fire.

Shards of the Void Dragon fill the air around them with a searing scream of distorted static. With a gesture they can unmake the war engines of the lesser races, dragging the resultant disintegrating matter into themselves like the gravity well of a black hole and using it to replenish their own, ever flickering forms.

Like an enormous mechanical spider, a Triarch Stalker looms over the battlefield with its multiple slicing limbs and devastating weaponry controlled by a high-ranking Triarch Praetorian. When a Triarch Stalker advances, it does so with a speed and surety that belies its jerking gait

Necron Warriors form the majority of a tomb world's nigh-inexhaustible armies. They are a corps of fleshless mechanoids, ranged in their millions against the races of the galaxy. Ancient limbs are corroded with age, yet the strength of their metal sinews has not faded, nor has the hard-wired loyalty to their Overlords.

Illuminor Szeras labours to unravel the mysteries of life, for he fears that he would be a poor sort of god without the secrets of life at his fingertips. Szeras has been on the brink of understanding for many centuries, yet somehow final comprehension always escapes him.

Doom Scythes are heralds of terror, supersonic fighter craft that range far ahead of a Necron invasion. Thanks to the precision of his android brain, the pilot can simulate billions of strategies in nanoseconds.

The Silent King rides to war aboard his Dais of Dominion, flanked by the phaerons of his Triarch and orbited by crackling noctilith Menhirs. He unleashes god-like powers of annihilation upon his dismayed foes, even as his absolute authority radiates out to empower the Necron legions and drive them to inevitable victory.

Repugnant to other Necrons, Ophydian Destroyers echo elements of servile Canoptek Wraiths and reviled Flayed Ones in their murder-optimised bodies. Tunnelling through solid ferrocrete with frenzied violence and flickers of dimensional displacement, they burst into view to ambush, hack and rend their prey apart.

Starsteles were placed upon worlds as territorial markers and silent guardians by jealous Necron nobles. Over the millennia they have become forgotten archaeological curios or feared sources of superstitious rumour about vanishments and strange lights. Now they awaken again as their masters do.

Hexmark Destroyers were once Deathmarks. Bursting from their dimensional oubliettes like ambush predators, these hunchbacked monsters unleash inescapable hails of enmitic fire. Independent ocular targeting and optimised firing patterns leave their prey with no escape.