The secretive Ist Legion are staunch prosecutors of the Great Crusade, merciless on the attack and resolute in defence. Guided by rituals, traditions, and their Primarch Lion El'Johnson, they strike foes as mercilessly as they guard their secrets.
The White Scars ride as swiftly as the wind, pursuing their prey to the bitter end. While their tactics may be unconventional, they, and their fierce strategies that shift like the storm winds, are undoubtedly effective. Their charge is an unstoppable spear thrust into the foes' weakest point. None can anticipate them. None can withstand them.
The Space Wolves of icy Fenris arrive with the fury of a winter storm, tearing apart the foes of Humanity with ruthless aggression and merciless savagery. Their Primarch, Leman Russ, is a superlative warrior – and while some may label them barbarians, their loyalty to the Emperor is beyond question.
The Imperial Fists raise fortresses and demolish the walls of their foes. They are the defenders of Terra, the birthplace of Humanity. Indomitable of will and unbreakable in spirit, they are the Emperor’s shield. Some call the VIIth Legion and their Primarch, Rogal Dorn, stubborn – they prefer vigilant.
The Blood Angels are the Legion of the Primarch Sanguinius, he who flies upon angelic wings. To the sons of Baal, war is art, and they paint their masterpieces in the blood of their enemies. Death has beauty, and few are more adept and skilful at dealing it than the IX Legion.
The cold efficiency of logic guides every stratagem of the Iron Hands. With unyielding will, the Iron Tenth master the rites of war and surpass the weakness of their mortal flesh. Nothing can withstand the withering fusillades of artillery and bolter fire they unleash upon their foes.
The Ultramarines fight the right way, at the right time, for the right reasons – which is why they win. Precision and cooperation are powerful weapons. Once you have mastered the correct way to execute every manoeuvre, pursue every objective, and carry out every command, no foe will be able to overcome you.
Through strength and sacrifice, the Salamanders blaze a trail. Just as their Primarch, Vulkan, is a master of the forge, so do they hone the weapons of war: tenacity, courage, and fortitude. In battle, they wield the cleansing flame to expunge the errors of pride and arrogance – and raise humanity to the Imperial Truth.
The Raven Guard strike from the shadows, and their enemies do not know their fate until the killing blow has been struck. Their Primarch, Corvus Corax, taught them the values of stealth, secrecy, and subterfuge. When open war must be waged, they seek every advantage, eschewing vainglory in favour of certain victory.
For the Emperor's Children, the pursuit of perfection consumes all, and those with the skill to grasp it find everlasting glory within their ranks. Each battle is a performance, each duel a deadly dance to be enjoyed, and by the honour of the Primarch, Fulgrim, they believe themselves the galaxy’s greatest warriors.
The Iron Warriors are masters of siege warfare, withstanding all assaults and emerging victorious through focused firepower and relentless determination. Led by their Primarch, Perturabo, they have the resolute will to advance when all others break and cower, convinced there is no obstacle they cannot overcome.
The Night Lords are terror incarnate and their Primarch, Konrad Curze – the Night Haunter – is a shadow that stalks the darkness. Once tools of bloody justice, they now sow fear and discord across the galaxy, broken bodies and bloody examples left in their wake. If those who cower behind walls and bastions believe themselves safe, they are fools.
The World Eaters believe no foe can best them and there's no fight they cannot win, for they are gladiators born and warriors bred. Infused with fury by the Butcher's Nails implanted in their skulls, they devour entire worlds at their Primarch Angron's command. In Khorne's name, all before them shall know the bite of their blades.
Once loyal lapdogs of a corrupted Imperium, the Death Guard threw off their chains and now serve none but the Father of Plagues, Nurgle, by whose gifts they are freed from suffering. Their march is unstoppable, their will unbreakable. Injury and pestilence are nothing to those who embrace them, and through them they live eternally.
While other Legions rely on crude technology or brute savagery for their power, the Thousand Sons are masters of the arcane. Their sorceries bend reality and break minds, for the universe's secrets are ripe for the taking – should one only prove bold enough to grasp them.
The Sons of Horus were once called the Luna Wolves, but now bear the name of their Primarch, Warmaster and greatest of the Emperor's sons – Horus. Theirs is a Legion apart – they are the tip of the spear, conquering more worlds than any other in the Great Crusade. Yet, if the Emperor does not know their worth, why should they bow to him now?
The Word Bearers seek the truth. Not the so-called Imperial Truth, spread by the liars and sycophants of Terra, but the reality that waits beyond physical laws. They see the burning heart of the cosmos and embrace its power. Led by their Primarch, Lorgar, they will stop at nothing to spread the true faith across the stars.
The Alpha Legion are masters of deception, duplicity, and diversion, striking at the heart of this corrupted Imperium. Their tactics are labyrinthine, their methods inscrutable – and their reasons are theirs alone. The twin Primarchs Alpharius and Omegon walk among the Legion's ranks unseen, and while their loyalties may be questioned, their skills may not.