Having waged a long shadow war against the Imperium for more than 10 millennia, the Heretic Astartes are perfectly suited to covert war. Like the loyalist brothers they betrayed so long ago, each Chaos Space Marine is a transhuman giant genetically engineered for warfare. Yet that is where the similarities end, for they have been twisted and corrupted by their all-consuming hatred of Mankind and irrevocably tainted by the power of the warp. Heretic Astartes kill teams vary enormously, dependent upon which Traitor Legion or Renegade Chapter they hail from, and which god or gods they worship. Some are small, elite groups of killers, while others include throngs of chanting cultists amongst their ranks.
Each Chaos Space Marine is a fell champion of the Dark Gods, clad in baroque power armour, imbued by the power of the warp and possessed of an unquenchable desire to see the galaxy burn.
Chaos Cultists fight with a fanatical zeal in the name of the dark powers they serve. Such is their unshakable dedication that they will make any sacrifice in battle to please their unholy masters.
By leaving a trail of corpses, these champions hope to draw the eye of the Dark Gods and gain the favour of the Ruinous Powers.
Arcane rituals and unspeakable pacts allow Sorcerers of Chaos to shape destiny itself and bring the power of the Dark Gods to the battlefield.
An instrument through which the fell corruptions of the warp are given form, hosting the Heralds of the Dark Gods.
Carrying a mighty axe of dismemberment, they stride across the field with a singular purpose – claiming heads as trophies.
Arrayed in power armour, emblazoned with forbidden texts and chanting their blasphemous prayers, these demagogues are an imposing sight.
These sorcerous figures lay low their foes with with searing warpflame or blows with their corrupted staves.
Forever driven to expand their influence and knowledge, some Sorcerers go into battle wearing arcane suits of Terminator armour.
Tyrannical warrior-kings who live only to kill, maim and burn in the name of their patron deities. Their debased Terminator armour makes them even harder to stop.
Fanatical in the extreme, these psychopathic warriors only care about claiming skulls and spilling blood in the name of Khorne.
The result of a Daemon bound within mortal flesh, their mutated bodies can feature vicious claws, mutated limbs, tentacles, wings and razored talons.
Heavily armed and armoured veterans. Little can stop them and nothing can survive a barrage from their guns or an assault with their close-combat weapons.