Across the breadth of the galaxy there can be no refuge from the sons of the Lion. Plasma burning bright in the gloom, a Veteran Dark Angel surges through the wreckage of a ship. His blade is drawn, held ready. His sole purpose is to deliver absolution.
In the cloying mire of a swamp-filled death world, the sons of Sanguinius make war. Bolter fire cuts through the fog as foes fall in ruin. The Intercessor Sergeant is a relentless force within the treacherous bog, blade wet with Ork blood, armour scarred yet unyielding. His every action promises the xenos foe nothing but death at the hands of one of the Emperor's angels.
Piercing through the chaotic battlefield of the Gloomspite hordes come the Boingrot Bounderz, howling with glee atop their snarling squigs. Having earned ‘veteran’ status by virtue of surviving one or even two battles, these mad knights hurl themselves right back into battle with reckless delusion, trusting in their murderous mounts and wickedly pointed pokin’ lances.