Disciples of Khorne

From the lowliest cultist screaming battle cries in the depths of the underhive to the mightiest Daemon Prince wading through mountains of the fallen, the Disciples of Khorne are bound by one absolute truth: blood and skulls above all else. The Blood God cares nothing for sorcery, politics, or careful planning. He demands raw, relentless violence. His followers meet every enemy blade to blade, axe to throat, charging headlong into the heart of the foe where others would hesitate. Every kill is a prayer screamed into the Warp. Every skull taken is an offering laid at the foot of the Brass Throne. In Khorne’s eyes, rank means nothing. Only the body count at the end of the battle determines a warrior’s true worth.